Eternal Kiss - Eternally Kissed (1/1)

[sinandcinnamon]

Title: Eternal Kiss – Eternally Kissed 1/1
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.
No particular warnings for this bit.
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). Previous stories in the Eternal Kiss universe can be found in my memories or tags.

Continued from here.
"Yes, fuck yes... only you daddy... all I want... you're all
I want... need..." whispered Xander, half out of his
mind. He took a shuddering breath as he gazed up into
his immortal master's hypnotic eyes, awed by the
possessive love he found in their dark, golden-flecked
depths. No one had ever looked at him the way Angelus
did, and it made him melt from the inside out seeing
and hearing how much he was wanted, cherished.
Tenderly, he traced Angelus' mouth with his
fingertips, murmuring softly, "I wish we could stay
like this forever... just you and me... right here in
this bed."
-
Nipping playfully at the fingers caressing his lips,
Angelus turned their bodies so that he was on top, 
cradling the younger man beneath him on the 
sex-redolent sheets. "Mmm, maybe not this exact 
bed," he said, glancing around at the opulent but 
impersonal suite of the hotel. "We'll want 
something that's ours, but it'll be just as big and 
comfortable, I promise." Angelus thought that any 
bed would be paradise with Xander in it waiting for 
him, but he had plenty of money... why deny himself 
and his debauched little cherub the best that could
be had?

His gaze caught on the nightstand, stacked with the 
books he'd had sent over for his pet's amusement 
while he was at work. He smiled to himself; 
Angelus had always been known for his soft touch 
with mortals, but he could tell that Xander was
going to be spoiled beyond measure, far more so 
than his previous slaves. Angelus simply adored
watching those expressive brown eyes light up with
delight and desire, seeing every emotion flicker
across a face that hid nothing.

"Did you like Daddy's presents?" he asked, wanting
to hear what Xander had thought of the books. 
Angelus had simply sent a wide assortment, 
unsure of what genres his boy preferred. He 
pulled the topmost volume from the stack, pleased
to see it was a collection of love poetry; no
surprise that his Xander was a romantic, he 
thought, turning back to his beloved to await his
answer.
-
It was difficult to think pressed beneath the weight
of his perpetually sensual, gorgeous undead lover. But
Xander flushed warmly all the same and averted his
gaze from Angelus' warm dark eyes and settled on the
book resting in his large, masterful hand. "I love
them," he murmured. "No one's ever given me presents
before... only..." Xander paused, catching his lower
lip with his teeth and causing the kiss-bruised flesh
to blossom. His heart beat erratically as he finally
managed to admit, "I don't know how to read. I... I
wish I could but..." He shook his head, his hair still
plastered to his neck and face with sweat. "...Could
you... maybe... read to me?" he asked with big, hopeful
eyes.
-

It hadn't even occurred to Angelus that Xander 
might not know how to read. Even as the realization
sank in, the vampire saw the logic of it. He was
accustomed to the elite, well-trained slaves that 
his friends in the breeding industry gave him access
to, and before that, to the height of Western
civilization, where every schoolchild was taught the
basics that had been rare in his own mortal days.

Xander hadn't had the benefit of education, nor the
dubious blessing of vampire training. His exquisite
pet was so perfectly responsive and so eager to 
please that Angelus was already forgetting the harsh,
dangerous upbringing he'd had on the streets. The
more he thought about it, the more it would have 
been a surprise if Xander had somehow been literate,
given the life he'd led before getting captured.

The notion was disquieting, but not actually 
displeasing; while Angelus didn't care to speculate
on all the unpleasant things that might have 
befallen his precious boy if circumstances had been
different, the idea of reading to him was very
appealing. Intimate and domestic, with loving 
undertones of family that fed the part of him that
loved it so when Xander called him 'Daddy.' He
smiled warmly, his arm sheltering the endearing 
creature that had come so far from such humble
beginnings, and opened the book to begin reading.

-

Xander couldn't quite contain the joy beaming off his
flushed features as he settled in to listen to Angelus
read. The letters on the pages were nothing more than
an incomprehensible jumble to him, so he closed his
eyes and hummed softly, the subtle Irish warmth in his
lover's tone melting him in an instant. Xander
unconsciously scribbled languid patterns across the
vampire's muscled chest, relishing the feel of his
cool skin beneath his fingertips. He was so in love
with his 'daddy' that he could hardly bear to be
without him. Another night would fall and work would
beckon... and the only thing keeping Xander sane was
the knowledge Angelus would return to claim him. He
needed him with a hunger, a desperation that was
almost frightening. And Xander had no doubt it was the
same way for Angelus. His 'daddy' was his whole world,
and Xander's every thought, every breath revolved
around this magnificent creature.
-
The rented bed was comfortable, soft and filled with
the lingering heat of his Xander. Angelus felt 
himself lulled by the deep melody of his own voice
reading aloud, the timeless poetry seeming to weave
a spell around them. His boy was sated and 
somnolent, breathing deeply and evenly, his face the 
very picture of beatific bliss.

Soon enough, they'd be in a home of their own.
Angelus took comfort in the thought, the sharp loss
of the rebel's fire beginning to ease at last. He
had lost so much, and yet, what he had gained! His
cherished pet was a gift, a perverse blessing to 
one of the damned such as he. Angelus' hypnotic
tones deepened, softened; he was speaking from
memory now, the book forgotten in his lap as he
gazed at his beloved.

-
Try though he might to keep himself awake, Xander
could feel himself slowly losing the battle. His eyes
were so heavy, so very heavy. And Angelus' warm voice
was lulling him to sleep. Several times he felt
himself nod off, only to shock himself awake again. He
didn't want to go to sleep, he wanted to spend every
moment with his enthralling master. A token whimper of
protest pushed his kiss-bruised lips apart... followed
by a sigh as the thoroughly debauched mortal finally
gave in and drifted off, cuddled up tightly against
his lover.
-

Angelus' warm, velvet voice continued for a few beats,
finishing the verse. His dark amber eyes were filled
with affection and contentment, drifting slowly over
the trusting mortal lying so sweetly somnolent at his
side. Xander. Such an anomaly, this fecund innocent
Angelus had discovered, such a miracle that the harsh
world at the fringes of vampiric society could somehow
mold such a willing pet. His silent, unbeating blood
heated as he remembered watching that innocence fall
away, revealing the passionate possibilities within
the young man, as if he'd simply been waiting for Angelus to
come and draw them out.

Too energized to rest but not wanting to wake his 
exhausted boy, Angelus pressed a light kiss to his 
temple and slipped from the bed. Between blood loss
and exhaustion, a good night's rest would do Xander
a world of good... and in the meantime, he thought
as he looked towards the door of the chamber, he had
other business to attend to.

------

Hours later, his hand opened the door again and he
emerged from the soundproofed quarters where the 
rebels - one less than before - were housed. The
vampire's body ached, more from his own exertions 
than from the pitiful fight the vermin had managed,
and he moved slowly into the bedroom. Though 
nothing could bring back that which he had lost, 
his home and cherished little pets, Angelus had
taken the atonement he was due... from one of them,
at least. That darkest, deepest part of him was
quiescent, satisfied, and his steps were sticky 
with the fluids drying, tacky and pungent, on the
soles of his feet.

His feet were far from the worst of the lot, and
the vampire's lip lifted distastefully, his nose
scrunching as he looked over his current state.
Xander still slumbered, his breath deep and even,
and Angelus had no intention of crawling into 
their bed like this. A shower, first... something
to sluice the filth left behind by his victim. He
could feel thick gobbets of blood, half-congealed
and cold now, matting his hair and crusting over 
his great, blunt fingers. He made a soft noise 
of disgust as he tracked the mess through the room,
knowing he'd have to get the maids in to clean up
in here... and in the other place. He licked his
lips, the taste nothing compared to his Xander but
so wickedly, perversely welcome all the same; his
lips curved in a cruel parody of a smile, reliving
the hours he'd spent breaking the criminal in 
every way it was possible.

-
Xander shifted restlessly in his sleep, tossing an arm
across the bed and waking when he found Angelus was
missing. "Daddy?" he called out in a drowsy little
voice. Hearing no reply, he sat up and brushed the
sleep from his eyes, then fumbled for the lamp on the
bedside table. His pulse quickened and he caught his
breath at the sight that greeted him: Angelus, naked
and covered in blood. "Oh god, Angelus!" he exclaimed,
tossing the covers aside and fairly leaping across the
room. His hands came up to cup the vampire's face,
heedless of the crimson staining it and, wild-eyed, he
searched his lover's body for wounds. "What happened?!
We were just sleeping... and you were gone... and I...
oh god!"
-
Angelus caught Xander up in his embrace, his powerful
arms tacky with drying blood. His heart, already
joyous with the dark delight of having torn apart his
enemy, soared higher at his boy's pure, honest concern.
"Shhh, it's okay, everything is fine, baby... Daddy's 
not hurt." Angelus stroked his cheek, so intent on
the tenderness in those big brown eyes that he didn't
even notice the dark streak his thumb left behind.
"Nothing to be scared of, dearheart. Daddy had to 
take care of one of the bad men, that's all. Give
me a chance to get washed up, and then we'll go back
to bed."
-
Xander could hardly think when he was crushed in
Angelus' arms, and his entire being went on a trip
into orbit when his lover brushed his cheek. The words
'one of the bad men' penetrated the haze that had
fallen over his mind, making him frown with a hint of
confusion. The only bad men he knew was the one who
had attacked him at the clothing store; Xander
shivered at the memory and the thought of that
particular vampire's friends coming after them for
revenge. But Daddy had taken care of it, Daddy had
protected him. Relief washed over him... and a
perverse sense of wild desire. Anyone else might have
been put off by the sight of their lover stained with
blood, but not Xander. Indeed, he was already giving
into his urges and leaning forward to nibble on
Angelus' bottom lip. "What if I don't want you to get
washed up, hm? What if I want you to fuck me like
this?"
-
Angelus' chest tightened, an unnecessary breath 
caught in his throat even as his eyes flared with
golden luminescence. The hand at Xander's cheek
tightened as he read the arousal in his beloved
mortal's face, the doe-like pupils wide and framed
by thick lashes, the skin lightly flushed. He'd
thought the messy remains of his duty tonight would
be off-putting to the boy, but he'd clearly been
mistaken... Xander's perverse desire quickly 
roused his own.

"Dirty, dirty boy," he purred approvingly, his
teeth bright in a delighted smile. His thumb 
moved deliberately now, smearing Xander's upturned
face with the blood, staining the plump lower lip
with it, red as any whore's mouth, then surging 
forward to kiss him, tongue laving the flesh clean
and delving within.

-
Xander's breath was stolen away in the space of a
heartbeat. He groaned into the all-consuming kiss,
draping an arm over Angelus' broad shoulders and
lifting himself up until his legs were curled around
the vampire's waist. Sliding his tongue across
Angelus', he tasted a hint of copper and felt another
thrill of dark desire jolt through him like an
electric shock. Xander couldn't help but think another
in his place would have been disgusted
and totally put off by the sight of their lover
drenched in blood. But once he recovered
from the initial shock, he couldn't help but find the
image of Angelus' gorgeous body stained crimson
irresistible. He would have to be out of his mind not
to!

Xander shivered in Angelus' arms, panting out his
Daddy's name between feverish kisses. The feral gleam
in the older man's eyes startled and aroused him all
at the same time. He ached for the insatiable beast to
ravish and reclaim him, and Xander would willingly beg
for his Daddy to indulge his most perverse, depraved
desires.
-
With his basest, most cruel nature prowling at the
surface of his personality, Angelus couldn't help
but to respond to Xander's furious passion. His
kisses were harsh, consuming... forcing his boy's
willing mouth to yield to him, stealing the very 
breath from his lungs for long moments before 
releasing it and letting Xander gasp in the 
life-giving oxygen. His hands were snug and
possessive, the fingers leaving behind vivid marks
on the pale skin, bloody prints that would bloom
into even darker bruises beneath.

Spattered with the rust colored remnants of an
arterial spray, his cock was thick and heavy, hard
where it rested beneath his exuberant boy's 
exquisite ass. Supporting the entranced mortal 
was easy, and as Angelus' need grew more demanding,
he swiftly carried his precious slave to the bed,
throwing them both down without care or gentleness,
pressing the hot, aroused young body into the 
mattress with his own greater weight and growling
as he continued to devour that addictive mouth.
-
Xander was entranced with what was happening. Angelus
had always been intense with his passion, but the
mortal had never seen his lover quite like this
before. It was almost as if the blood staining
Angelus' godlike body had unleashed the demon's more
bestial desires, and Xander couldn't have been more
thrilled. His mouth gaping open to receive his Daddy's
tongue, he stared with fascination at the vampire's
eyes, which fairly blazed with lust. Xander panted...
even after all the scorching lovemaking he and Angelus
had shared, he hadn't felt a thundering rush like
this. He groaned as he writhed and thrust against his
lover, the sexual jolt of skin-on-skin contact
reverberating in his overheated cock.
-
Consumed by his darkest, basest lusts, Angelus was
anything but gentle as he devoured the helpless
creature beneath him, stealing each panted breath
with a covetous greed, obsessed with having all of
Xander, leaving nothing unpossessed. Just when his
boy must be growing dizzy and faint, he finally 
relented, his mouth moving downward over the 
beautiful angles of his beloved's face, Angelus'
great jaws closing almost tenderly for all their
savagery, biting hard without breaking the skin,
his fangs leaving reddened marks behind with each
nip.

Thrilled with the way Xander gave himself over, so
utterly and completely yielding, Angelus couldn't
help himself. His greedy hands, stained and rough,
roamed over every inch of his precious boy, 
squeezing and gripping forcefully, pushing Xander's
limbs according to whim, splaying him across the 
sheets like living art, his mouth slowly following
the path his fingers had forged.
-
Gasping for air as if he'd been diving underwater for
far too long, Xander felt woozy as he willingly
submitted to Angelus' need. His cock was erect and wet
and pulsing greedily from tension and renewed energy.
Xander stared down at Angelus' own with the undiluted
wonder that never failed him, noticing that his
lover's prick was so turgid the slit had opened a
little of its own accord. He was already imagining how
the vampire's cum would pour of his balls, run through
the length of his cock, shoot through that moist slit,
and flood into Xander's body. He licked his
kiss-swollen lips and moaned without noticing he'd
done so. 
-
Utterly naked save for the marks of possession Angelus
left in his wake, Xander was obscene and beautiful,
his youthful purity enhanced by the suggestive and
debauched poses he was forced into. Every inch of his
skin was covered in the vampire's scent, the dark
claim-wound on his neck emphasizing the damned nature
of the creature he'd given himself over to. Angelus'
eyes seemed to glow brighter than ever, gold and amber
light playing within them like a reflection of hellfire.
Taking his massive cock in one bloodstained hand, he
played it over Xander's own, rubbing his precome over
the hot length of his boy's needy erection, nudging 
the fat, silken head against the gorgeous balls and the
wet, greedy hole beneath them, teasing them both by
making them wait.
-
Xander mewled and shuddered as he felt the playful
pressure of Angelus' spongy, precome-slick head against
the supple ring of his eager little opening. His lover
was a master at prolonging pleasure, torturing him to
the point of insanity, making him whimper and plead
for even the slightest touch to soothe his feverish
passion. Without thinking, Xander reached down and
held his ass cheeks apart, near-desperate to feel his
daddy boring into him, stretching his entrance wide,
making his tight ass channel suck and spasm
uncontrollably on the invading thickness of Angelus'
monstrous cock.

"Unnggh! Oh, Daddy!"

It was the first time he'd spoken since he'd been thrown
to the bed... and Xander's voice was so thick with desire
that he barely recognized it. He squirmed beneath his
lover, panting and jutting out his hips in the hope
Angelus would drill his huge cock to the hilt in
his tight hole.
-
Feeling his eager boy actively trying to take him in,
those lovely hands spreading his plump cheeks in 
unmistakable demand, Angelus could tease no longer.
His hand shook his cock, slapping the head of it 
against that greedy, open hole, strands of precome
whipping against the remnants of his earlier spend.
His hold firmed, guiding the fat tip of his cock 
inside and thrusting deep in one quick, smooth jab,
seating his hips flush against that gloriously
upturned ass. He paused for barely a moment, 
luxuriating in the familiar, lush heat of his baby,
then began pounding in a hard, unforgiving rhythm,
his demonic nature too inflamed to settle for 
anything careful or gentle, and knowing that his
corrupt little angel could take every inch.
-
Accepting the vampire's savage thrust with a drawn out
moan of desire, Xander reveled in the feel of complete
fullness Angelus' immense cock gave him. Shamelessly,
the highly-aroused mortal began to writhe, his eyes
wide with shimmering awe as he watched his lover's
giant, bloodstained shaft sawing into his snug,
clinging ass. Xander whimpered and bit his lip as his
fuck hole stretched to accommodate Angelus'
girth. "Harder," Xander pleaded. He clutched his
lover's head with both hands, wincing as he felt the
pressure building against his prostate. "Unggggh!
Feels so good, Daddy! Oh, please, keep fucking me!"
-
With his thirst for blood temporarily satiated, 
Angelus was free to be consumed completely by 
Xander's intense sexuality, undiluted by even the 
hint of other hungers. Honed by his time under
Angelus, the mortal youth was utterly unfettered
and uninhibited, his immoral innocence bound
perversely to his innate, only recently awakened
lusts. Angelus' thrusts were savage but perfect,
his cock hitting the mark every time, driving 
the beautiful boy ever higher in a frenzied orgy
of stimulation.
-
Xander was moaning with pleasure continually now, and
he reveled in the fact that Angelus was determined to make
every thrust as good as the one before. And the way in
which he writhed his hips on each down-stroke. ..
Xander groaned aloud as Angelus did it again. His
mouth slid down over the vampire's jawline, then
across his throat, over and over. His cock jerked and
spasmed of its own accord, the head of which was
swelling and tautening dangerously. His nails left
angry red scratches along Angelus' muscled back as
waves of ecstasy crashed into Xander's senses. It was
almost too much to endure and yet not nearly enough.
"Don't stop," he panted desperately, "please don't
ever stop!"
-
"Never," Angelus pledged in a hoarse growl. The 
fervor of their coupling held him like a madness, 
every sensation magnified and only feeding his
unnatural, consuming passion. His obsession with
Xander filled him, a burning, driving need he 
could not deny, and he buried his face in the 
mortal's throat, breathing in the heavy, immutable
scent of his claim, the sweet promise of the
heated blood beneath it. "Want you... want you
forever." Strong as he was, Angelus' voice held
a note of helplessness, his addiction to the 
fascinating creature beneath him having long 
become his weakness; he couldn't bear the thought
of losing Xander as he had lost his other boys.
With a savage growl, he brought his wrist to his
mouth, fangs tearing into the pale, tender flesh
there.

"Drink," he implored softly, pressing the welling
blood to his cherished one's lips. "Drink and be
mine forever."

Xander's eyes were fogged with lust and pleasure,
but the boy never hesitated, his teeth pressing
deep into the open wound as he sucked greedily
at the offered blood. Angelus sank his own fangs
once more into the familiar mark on his lover's
throat, draining him far past the point of no return
even as their bodies shuddered with mutual pleasure.
He pulled back, stroking the damp hair at Xander's
temple as he heard his boy's heart slowing. Heavy lids
blinked up at him, the slight curve of a smile before
they closed one last time and the dear rhythm of his
heartbeat finally stilled.

It would be hours before he awakened again. Angelus
drew the heavy coverlet up over them both, trapping
the fleeting mortal heat that was left. He would miss
it, but the thought of Xander, stronger, a vampire in
his own right, was worth it. No longer vulnerable
like the humans Angelus had lost to the rebels, his
fragile, youthful beauty forever preserved... Xander
would be the perfect match for him, for far longer
than his humanity would have allowed. Angelus closed
his eyes... and waited.

The End

Comments

[ladysybylgrey.livejournal.com]

WOOOO-EEE! Lovely, darling!

Thank you for such a ... beautiful ending to this saga!

G

[sinandcinnamon]

Thank you! I finally realized I'd never posted the ending... I'm really glad you enjoyed it :)

[riddick-phoenix.livejournal.com]

Wow!!! I mean really...wow! I'm having trouble trying to find the words to convey how much I've enjoyed this. Undoubtedly, this has to be one of [if not THE] most erotic and sensual stoylines I have ever read. As authors, you two seem to mesh really well, often making it difficult to tell there's more than one writer. I hope you'll collaorate again in the future.

Than you very much for sharing this with fans like me.

Pax Vobiscum,
Riddick

[sinandcinnamon]

Clearly I am terrible about replying to feedback in a timely manner! But I wanted to say thank you for taking the time to comment, and your generous compliments have me blushing. This world was amazing to bring to life, in part because of the wonderful connection you get during co-authoring with the right person - it's a very rewarding experience, and one that continues to shape me as an author.

[nycntrygirl.livejournal.com]

I love, love, love this pairing and I am so happy that I found this. Incredibly erotic. Thank you!

[sinandcinnamon]

Thank you so much! It's actually my favorite pairing as well :)

[dancingrain-77.livejournal.com]

Beautiful! Absolutely intoxicating. One of my favorite pairings. I love Angelus in almost all of his multitudinous realities,(this isn't the right word, the right one was just behind my eyes and wouldn't come off my tongue, so "realities" had to suffice) but never more so than when he is portrayed as you have shown him. Balance. Balance is key, and you've given him this here. Life and death. Love and hate. Strong and weak. Tender and firm. Caring and harsh. Torture and bliss. Pure to his nature. A Vampires heart with a Vampires soul, true to his desires. Easy in his own skin. Blessed enough to find a being who worships him mind, heart, body and soul. Whom he worships in return. We should all be so blessed. Very well written. Also, VERY hot and steamy. All in all, a job very well done. One I will most definitely re-read many times. I look forward to reading more of your work. Please keep writing, I for one would appreciate it immensely, and I can say with all certainty, that I'm not alone in this sentiment.

[sinandcinnamon]

Oh, thank you so much! I'm sorry to be so tardy in replying to comments (real life issues) but I wanted to let you know how very much they mean to me. Angelus is a fascinating character, and yes... just as you've said. I can never see Angel/Angelus as the two dimensional guilty!good/dumb!evil roles that many writers put him in. The thing that draws me to him is that he is so layered and complicated. The balance of so many opposing characteristics makes for an intoxicating character.

I very much need to get back to writing... hopefully you should see some new stuff from me in the near future.