Eternal Kiss - Kiss It Better (1/1)

[sinandcinnamon]

Title: Kiss It Better
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.
Warnings for rimming/felching in this bit. Still pretty much PWP.
Author's Notes: This is a collaborative fic from a vampire role-playing community cowritten 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. Previous stories in the Eternal Kiss universe can be found in my memories or tags.


Limp with pleasure and submission, Xander let his
Daddy put him to bed, then watched drowsily as Angelus
slid his powerful body next to his. Whimpering softly,
he turned towards him, hungry for more contact. He
melted into the vampire's chest, sighing blissfully as
he closed his eyes and pressed languid little kisses
against muscled-hardened pectorals.

"That was incredible.. ." Xander's words were little
more than a cracked whisper. "Thank you... thank you
so much..."

Having Angelus completely take and claim him was the
most amazing gift in the world. Xander's heart was
flooded with such a myriad of emotions - love, happiness,
fulfillment - that he could barely make sense of them
all. He adored and worshiped this magnificent creature
who had taken him from his lonely life of desolation
and chosen him above all else to love.

Xander's limbs twitched with aftershocks of ecstasy,
and his ass - gloriously warm and twitching from
Angelus' masterful fuck - dribbled with a mixture of
blood and come. It made him glow with pride. He
reached for one of the vampire's large hands, pressing
those long fingers against his torn little opening. "I
can still feel you inside me," he rasped, sounding
every inch his Daddy's wanton slut.

-
Groaning, Angelus buried his face against Xander's
throat, letting the little minx guide his hand. He
could feel the hot, tender skin throbbing there,
inflamed by the roughness with which Angelus had
fucked him. He rubbed his finger back and forth over
it, unable to resist, the slickness there coating
the digit.

The smell of his own come was strong, wreathing his
boy in his scent just as he should be. He breathed
it in, fingering his baby's sensitive entrance,
wanting to watch those eyes flutter closed and see
him whimper and writhe. Angelus pushed just the tip
of his finger in, soft slick heat enclosing it.

"Hurts a little, doesn't it? Hurts and feels good
too, all at the same time." His movements were careful,
knowing that his baby was torn and abraded, smelling
the sweet blood in the wet come. Pain was fine, but
Angelus didn't want to really harm him... just tease him a
little, play with that pretty little hole. "Such a good,
dirty boy for Daddy. You love it, don't you, baby?
Love being Daddy's, love what I can do to you."

-

"Ohhh God yes... yes Daddy... I love it... ahhh...
love being your dirty boy..." Xander was panting,
dragging his kiss-swollen mouth across one of Angelus'
erect nipples. Incredibly he felt himself growing
painfully full and hard all over again, mindlessly
thrashing against the vampire's leg. His hand stroked
lazily up and down his lover's chiseled torso while he
eagerly surrendered to the intoxicating pain and
pleasure of that long finger caressing his twitching
anus.

Desperate to feel more, he wriggled and inhaled
sharply. His passage was tender and sore, the muscles
of his rounded ass clenched, and he whimpered
sorrowfully at the fact that he wouldn't be able to
take more of Angelus' finger.

Xander wanted to make his Daddy proud - show him what
a good, nasty boy he could be - but his opening was
swollen and inflamed, oozing blood and come around
that thick finger. The whimpering gave way to a little
mewling sound, protesting the hurt that prevented him
from pleasing Angelus.

-
His boy's clear distress at his body's limitations
plucked at his heart, and he found himself turning
Xander over even as he relished the sexy little
pained noises the boy was making.

"Come on, now, that's it. Let Daddy see..." He had
withdrawn his finger to coax Xander over onto his
tummy, and now had both hands free to nudge apart his
pliant thighs. He hovered over his young lover,
his head filled with the perverted words that had been
spoken, loving the inner slut emerging from within
his innocent boy. He ran his big hands up along
Xander's thighs, feeling the powerful, developing
muscles that ran beneath the tender skin, cupping
his ass in his great palms.

It was delicious to be here, parting that beautiful
body to his gaze, knowing that Xander had given him
complete control, his utter submission as trusting
and sweet as could be. The cheeks were slicked
along that inner fold, wet with streaks of his own
milky-clear come and tints of Xander's blood, and
that beautiful tight channel looked sore and abused.

He ran a fingertip over the bud of it, watching as
Xander trembled and whimpered in response, pain and
desire both.

"You're such a good boy, letting Daddy hurt you,
letting him fuck you like you needed. Such a brave
little boy, and Daddy's proud of you... I like
hurting you, baby, and you did so good." He drew
closer, the mixed scents irresistible, compelling
him down. "Daddies know just how to hurt their
boys the best, don't they? And they know how to
make it better, too... when they want to.

"Daddy loves your pain, baby, but I want to be
able to play with you again later, so Daddy's
going to take it away, alright? Going to kiss
it all better."

-
It was all Xander could do *not* to beg Angelus to
drive that enormous cock back inside and hurt him all
over again. His Daddy's dirty words combined with that
deep voice had a potent effect on him, able to turn
him into a pleading bundle of moaning need within the
space of a heartbeat. He wasn't sure what Angelus
meant by going to "kiss it all better" but Xander had
complete faith that his lover would take care of him.

"Ohhh..." The teenager panted and thrashed against the
damp sheets, adoring the sensation of those big hands
massaging and palming his willing ass open. He felt
the vampire's face drawing near to his most intimate
spot, inspecting his oozing entrance. "You hurt me so
good, Daddy..." he gasped out. "I want more... Can I?
Mmm... I'll do anything for you... You know that,
right? Anything..." Xander's opening twitched in
anticipation, and he winced. A fresh trickle of blood
and come stained his perineum and pooled onto his
balls.

-
"I know you will, baby," Angelus replied with complete
confidence. Xander was so obviously his, bitten and
fucked and claimed, his in body, mind, and soul. His
boy's every word, every action spoke of his utmost
devotion to Angelus and his desire to please him. The
vampire spread him, leaning close enough that his
words were breathed over that quivering, impatient hole.
"You're my good boy."

He held Xander down, knowing it would be impossible for
him to hold still during what he was about to do. His
thumbs pulled that gorgeous ass open, his fingers curling
around and over narrow hips, and he licked a long, slow,
deliberate swipe up from Xander's sticky sac and along
that perversely-anointed crevice. The taste was bitter
and tangy-sweet, filthy in a way that made him growl
and bury his mouth there, lapping and devouring that
place where it all emerged, sucking his precious boy
clean.
-
Xander inhaled sharply, freezing in shock when he felt
that cool tongue slowly and tenderly bathing his torn
little opening. He'd never heard of such a thing. But
it felt good. Really, really good. His cock jerked,
painfully hard, throbbing and wetting the sheet
beneath him. The feral growl startled his heart and
then Angelus was greedily burrowing into his ass. His
Daddy's tongue was doing something incredible to him;
the burning ache of his first fuck had morphed into a
warm glow that was spreading out through his body in
comforting waves.

Xander moaned, a soft surprised "Ohhh" of pleasure. He
tried to glance over his shoulder for just one look at
the vampire, but the effort proved far too much and he
was forced to bury his face in the pillow.
-
Having sloppily lapped up all the come his boy had lost,
Angelus was now fully focused on the tight curl of skin
at the center of him, flicking it rapidly with the hard
point of his tongue, tasting the faint blood-trace
where it was torn, feeling it pulse and throb with his
teasing. Xander's hips twitched and squirmed, securely
bound in place by his huge hands, struggling without
conscious control as Angelus worked that wicked tip of
muscle inside him.

Xander was making little cries, muffled into the pillow,
sounding helplessly aroused. The tight ring clenched
and squeezed over Angelus' tongue, spasming as it was
steadily breached. Xander slowly opened to him,
powerless and overcome, and Angelus could taste the
slick coating of his come inside him, hot from his
boy's body, flavored still with that delicious taint of
blood, all pain and lust.

He was aware of his own noises, ravenous sounds rising
from his throat, the sloppy-slick notes of licking and
sucking; aware of the way Xander was pushing helplessly
into the mattress, rubbing against the sheets. Aware,
but distantly, dreamily... his full attention was
riveted on the glorious ass laid out like a banquet,
spread wide by his hands so he could push in and feast,
work his tongue deep, deeper, *deeper*...

-
Xander cried out and instinctively arched his back,
grinding his warm rump lewdly against the vampire's
face. Of all the sexual wonders Angelus had lavished
upon him, this was by far the dirtiest and most
unexpected of them all. And he absolutely loved it,
whimpering as he found himself hopelessly craving more
of his Daddy's tongue thrusting into his relaxed
opening.

He moaned and thrashed into the pillow, eyes
alternately open wide then squeezed shut, clenched
fists twisting handfuls of bedding. His mind was
growing hazy - blissed out in a dazzling world of
ecstasy - and he surrendered himself to the passion of
Angelus' big hands holding him securely, his cool
mouth touching him so intimately, pleasuring him so
ravenously.

At a particularly deep thrust of the vampire's tongue,
Xander gasped, grinding his painfully swollen, weeping
erection against the sheets.

-
There was something perversely erotic about
fucking Xander with his tongue, thrusting it
inside that tight space that his cock had
been filling mere minutes ago, lapping and
sucking at the spill of his own come.
Angelus redoubled his efforts, feeling
gloriously depraved and wicked.

His cock, never having fully softened due
to the blood he'd taken, was once again
heavy and hard. He'd love to fuck his boy
again, but doing so would undo all of the
healing his saliva was accomplishing. He'd
settle for making his baby come again, then
release himself over that beautiful skin;
he couldn't seem to resist the urge to mark
Xander, with his bite and with his scent,
over and over.

The trace of blood had all but disappeared,
and Angelus subtly altered his ministrations,
focusing completely on Xander's pleasure.
His hands firmly massaged the cheeks of his
ass, working them even as he held them open,
even as he buried his tongue in the pulsing
center of them.

-

Blissed out of his mind, Xander whimpered
uncontrollably from the assault of Angelus' intimate
kiss, the vampire's lips and tongue and teeth working
his little pucker skillfully. He thrust himself wildly
against the bed, then bucked back against his Daddy's
mouth.

Sinking into the pleasure at being so completely
possessed by Angelus, Xander let himself go, screaming
with pleasure as his painfully swollen cock jerked and
erupted into the sheets. His anus flared, clenching
around the vampire's masterful tongue.
-
He was reaching down to take his dick in hand even as
he eased Xander through the first shudders of his
orgasm, slipping rough fingers around and stroking
himself quickly. Angelus worked his tongue out of
its tight sheath and knelt up, moving forward so that
his blurred hand was jacking over that beautiful ass,
the glistening head popping free only to disappear
again.

His filthy words had deserted him, half-finished phrases
- such a pretty whore, love it, come all over you -
kaleidescoping in vivid, erotic imagery as he growled
and panted. His senses were flooded with Xander's taste
and scent, his hand a cruel grip that seemed to literally
tear his satisfaction forth, and it didn't take long
before he was coming in whip-thin ribbons over his
sexy, exhausted boy.

He fell to his hands, holding himself up over Xander
for several seconds before slumping to the side and
pulling his baby into his arms. He moved one hand
over Xander's back and ass, playing in the slick
mess of sweat and come, painting random designs
across the freshly-cleansed canvas of his skin. He
nuzzled in, kissing and nibbling at Xander's neck
and ear, cuddly and affectionate.

-
A sated, debauched, boneless heap, Xander sighed
softly under Angelus' gentle assault. With a
Herculean effort he raised his hand to touch the
vampire's cheek, turning his head and lifting
heavy-lidded eyes to sweep across his lover's angelic
face like a caress. "Incredible. .." His voice was
little more than hoarse whisper. "That was... oh,
God... you're incredible.. ."

Floating in a post-orgasmic daze, Xander's gloriously
bruised lips sought out Angelus', kissing and licking
him languidly, taking pleasure in the cool weight
pressed against his overheated body. Feeling sleep
overtaking him, he buried himself in the hollow of his
Daddy's neck, and he smiled and he tumbled into a deep
slumber.
-
Xander's sated form was a heavy blanket of heat,
and Angelus soaked up the contact, just cherishing
the contact and trust, breathing in the delicious
melange of scents. The sun had sunk well below
the horizon at this point, though the sky remained
hidden behind the solid blinds at the windows.
Soft light spilled from the open bathroom door,
gently illuminating the young man in his arms, and
Angelus found himself enjoying the chance to just
stare at him.

His desire to search out a sketchpad reminded him
both of everything he had lost in the fire and
the fact that he didn't have time to indulge his
artistic fancies; he had a full day of negotiating
and contracts at the office, as well as the added
burden of replacing what he could. Some things, of
course, could never be replaced.

Although he longed to remain in bed with his boy,
cocooned in the dreamlike world consisting of just
the two of them, Angelus forced himself up. He
delicately rocked Xander onto his back, pressing
a slow, chaste kiss to his supple lips, then rose
to select clothes for the night.

Continued in To the Office