lit_gal | Kin of the Soul

Once upon a time there was Kin of the Heart where Angel and Xander learned to be friends. Now we're working towards something entirely different.

Kin of the Soul
Slash: Angel/Xander, Angel/Spike
Rated: ADULT
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This is my SECOND CHAPTER TODAY. Yep, three chapters in two days--stand back to avoid spurting.

( Part One ) ( Part Two ) ( Part Three ) ( Part Four ) ( Part Five ) ( Part Six ) ( Part Seven ) ( Part Eight ) ( Part Nine ) ( Part Ten ) ( Part Eleven ) ( Part Twelve ) ( Part Thirteen ) ( Part Fourteen ) ( Part Fifteen ) ( Part Sixteen ) ( Part Seventeen ) ( Part Eighteen ) ( Part Nineteen ) ( Part Twenty ) ( Part Twenty-One ) ( Part Twenty-Two ) ( Part Twenty-Three ) ( Part Twenty-Four ) ( Part Twenty-Five ) ( Part Twenty-six ) ( Part Twenty-Seven ) ( Part Twenty-eight ) ( Part Twenty-nine ) ( Part thirty ) ( Part Thirty-one ) ( Part Thirty-Two ) ( Part Thirty-Three ) ( Part Thirty four ) ( Part Thirty-five ) ( Part Thirty-Six ) ( Part Thirty-Seven ) ( Part Thirty-Eight ) ( Part Thirty-nine )

Angelus stepped out from the shadow of the courtyard. The sun was just slipping below the horizon, and his skin tingled, a sort of lingering pain that warned him back to the shadows, but he was in no danger of bursting into flames, and the pain was only a reminder that he was, for the first time in a century, alive.

"Wesley, go inside," Angelus ordered. He smiled as the watcher jerked. The more the man fought the compulsion, the more amusing his pain became. Angelus watched the battle, which could have only one ending.

"Yes, master," Wesley eventually acceded before he seemed to regain control of his limbs. He ducked his head submissively and headed for Angelus, passing him without making any comment. Of course, Angelus would have to speak to him later because he was not pleased that the watcher had gone so far to try and convince his prize to escape.

"Xander, I had expected you sooner. Had ye not been so stubborn, I wouldn't have visited your mother," Angelus pointed out.

"Yep. I figured that part out." Xander was looking down, fingering the vial he'd described to Wesley as magic from the Powers that Be. Angelus' skin crawled. If that potion could force the return of the soul, it was far more dangerous than the sun.

"Careful boy. You miss, and you'll pay for trying. You and your mother," Angelus warned.

Xander looked up with startled eyes. It bothered Angelus that he couldn't understand what Xander was thinking. Xander was his, and the hidden thoughts were an anathema to him. If he owned Xander, then he owned Xander's thoughts. They should be open to him.

"I wasn't going to." Xander blurted the words and then reached over to carefully set the vial down on the brick wall before scooting back so that it was out of his reach. "If I used it and it ended up being a door to hell, that would be bad."

"And if it brought the soul back?" Angelus asked. He studied Xander, searching for the familiar body language that he could read as easily as the words on the page, but the language spoken by Xander's limbs had shifted. The twitches and looks were unfamiliar, and Angelus growled at the evidence that there was some part of Xander he didn't understand or command.

"Um, the soul doesn't want the guilt, and you don't want the soul, so I'm thinking that's a bad plan. And the fact that the Powers think it would be a great plan because they could control you using your guilt? Um, that makes it seem even less good-like. So, hey, it's all yours. And before you think about bringing hell on earth, just remember that the Powers are the sort of demons who like the all-powerful calm and boring end of hell. Happy-happy-joy-joy hell. Not really your sort of place." Xander looked down and curled the hem of his shirt around his finger, a gesture Angelus had not seen in many years.

Smiling at the evident capitulation, Angelus slid forward, his attention on both the vial and the street. If Spike or Faith wished to challenge him, he was more than ready for the fight. Angel had restored most of his power... training and feeding well enough that Angelus could feel the demon's strength coiled under the human skin. But now the last lingering traces of the soul were gone, so doubt and guilt wouldn't slow him. He would see Faith and Spike kneel to him as the clan leader or he would see them dead. The choice really was theirs.

Xander didn't move as Angelus final reached out for the vial, slipping it into his pocket before he moved to Xander's side. Angelus brought his hand down on Xander's shoulder, and Xander flinched. The smell of fear was intoxicating, but there were even greater pleasure to be had from a human body, and Xander would yield those pleasures or he would become a childe to carry on the line.

"Do ye fear me?" Angelus asked in a low voice, his fingers rubbing circles on Xander's shoulder.

"Um, only totally."

Angelus chuckled. "And yet you're here. You clearly know your place, m'fhear. I hope William comes to his senses as quickly or he won't like what I do to that pet of his." At the mention of Cordelia, Xander flinched again. The boy had such little common sense; he would advertise his weakness for everyone to see. In a vampire, that would be idiocy, but in a human toy, it was oddly charming. There was not any attempt to keep information from a master, only the total yielding of secrets.

"So, is this going to hurt?" Xander looked up, his gaze charmingly vulnerable. Drusilla was the last to look at him like that. Even now, William's gaze always had caution or challenge, but never the total submission of a young one to his master. Just as soon as Angelus found William, he would change that, but for now, Angelus planned to enjoy his newly recaptured prize.

"I suppose that's up to me," Angelus pointed out. The boy knew well enough that sharing a bed could be a great pleasure, a greater one than sharing the bed of a certain upstart. However, if Xander wished to play coy, Angelus could certainly that play game.

Xander's gaze slipped back down to settle at Angelus' feet, his breathing ragged.

"If you fear me so much, you should have hidden behind William. Or did he choose his viper over you and toss you out?"

"Not so much tossing. More like people pulled me away, and I didn't bother going back, and he's going to be more than a little cranky about that."

"He knows your place is with me, m'fhear. William is a fool who needs to learn to respect his betters, but he's not so much a fool that he would believe you would go back to him." Angelus pulled on Xander's shoulder, and Xander stood without raising his eyes. When Angelus slipped his hand around Xander's back, pulling him in tight, Xander finally looked back up with those large, vulnerable eyes.

"Now? Here?" Xander's voice broke the way it used to when he'd been a half-grown colt of a boy.

"Are ye saying no to me?" Angelus asked, the warning clear in his voice. While he might enjoy a willing human, there would be other humans willing enough. Considering her slavish joy in serving, the human Harmony probably would have been happy enough to lay under a master. Xander was not the only human who could serve. Angelus felt a flash of frustration at that because he didn't actually want another human. He wanted Xander, but he wanted Xander to be as he was before. And if he wouldn't be.... Angelus felt his eyes yellow in frustration. Xander shivered and shook his head before he tilted his head to the side exposing his neck.

Laughter chased the frustration from Angelus as he considered his boy's offer. Xander looked up, startled and blinking like a newly woken owl. "I'll not be turning you, boy. I was trying to offer you a kiss, but if you'd rather be more intimate on the street, I'll offer the good people a show they won't soon forget."

"Um... no. No, a kiss would be good," Xander said, and the smell of relief nearly washed away the fear as Angelus leaned down to claim Xander's lips. This was as familiar. He knew how Xander tasted, how he felt. The way he stretched up into the touch and made a little humming noise when Angelus pulled him in close... this Angelus knew. Angelus stood on the street with the noisy cars racing past and the first of his minions drifting out of the hotel, and he kissed Xander until the fear and misery had faded into the more familiar scent of a randy young man who would soon be moaning in Angelus' bed. Pulling back, Angelus watched Xander with amusement. The boy was easily led by his cock. Then again, Liam had not been much different. Human males were, by definition, weak.

"Master," a minion offered in a respectful tone as he bowed his way past them. Xander's musk sharpened.

"Xander," Angelus warned, tightening his arm around his boy as he headed into to Hyperion.

Xander turned his head toward Angelus and whispered. "I’m just having a small moment of freaking out. I'm supposed to be stopping vampires from going out hunting, not watching them go."

"As if you could stop vampires from hunting," Angelus said dismissively. "Even the soul knew that was a fool's game. At best you picked off the weakest and allowed the strongest to flourish without the others to muddy the hunting waters." The lobby had a dozen demons, and the moment Angelus walked in the room, the tone changed. Heads lowered, and one minion slipped down to his knees. Angelus smiled as he headed for the sitting room he had claimed for his audience room.

"Master, the lawyers have sent another message through the phone," a minion said from the desk. Angelus hadn't turned her, but she was turning out to be the most useful of the minions that had shown up after he'd killed the Baldwin Hills master. However, it would not pay to let her know that. He ignored her and headed for the sitting room. All the furniture was gone except for the large chair that now sat next to the fireplace Xander had so carefully restored. It was proper to put his newest toy back into place, much like the small toy he'd had as a child. He'd always carefully put back each small wooden animal into the small ark, and now he felt that same sense of completion as he brought Xander back to the room he had restored.

"Xander!" Harmony called out joyfully. Without letting go of Xander, Angelus used his free hand to slam Harmony into a wall. Xander jerked as her blonde hair flew around her face from the force. She hit the wall with an exaggerated squeak and fell to the ground. If she were not so good at cleaning the rooms and impressing the guests with her slavish adoration, Angelus would kill her simply for making that noise.

"Geez, sorry, master. It's not like you don't know I worship the ground you walk on. I was just surprised and happy... for you... happy for you," Harmony defended herself from the floor. "You two are like Rachel and Ross, only the gay version, and I was happy to see you back together."

Angelus sat in his chair and pulled Xander close. For a second, Xander was confused. He tried to slip in beside Angelus, but there were certain liberties Angelus did not intend to allow the boy until their roles were clear. After a second of squirming, Xander got the point and slipped down to the floor at Angelus' feet.

"Harm?" Xander called. Angelus frowned at the concern he could hear. He would not have alliances within his court. That was where old Heinrich had lost control... he had allowed Darla and Luke and Colin to form their own allegiances. Then again, the old fool had followed the prophet Aurelius, and as far as Angelus was concerned, only a fool allowed his life to be ruled by the dictates of another. He would form a new family, one based not on some unclear future but on the promise of pleasure and wealth. Heinrich had his caves and his prophesies and his hellmouth, and his bones would rot forever for all his troubles.

"Hey Xander, guess what? I finally got to have sex. I was really starting to get a complex." Harmony got up from the floor and flipped her hair back into place. "Do you need anything, boss? I could get you a nice brunette for lunch."

Angelus frowned as Xander's smell soured. "Get out," he ordered the minion.

"Geez, Mr. No-manners," she muttered. Angelus was half out of his seat, but she was already running, and he had other, more immediate concerns. Namely, his boy clearly needed some training.

Xander felt like he was caught in the middle of a Monty Python sketch. Harmony and her declaration were just the surreal icing on the weird cake.

"You won't tell me to drink bagged blood," Angelus snarled. Xander looked up, startled at the yellowed and angry gaze staring down at him. Obviously, he had done something to piss Angelus off.

"Nope, this is me not telling you what to do. Actually, I'm way ahead of expectations by just not dying, so I think I've used up my favors." Xander bit his tongue because he wanted to say a lot more. He wanted to say that he understood why Angelus was all touchy about getting told what to do because Liam's father had been an ass. He wanted to say that when Angelus had kissed him, Xander could almost believe that some part of Angel was still in there, but that would probably not go over real well. Instead he focused on the pattern on Angelus' leather pants.

"Isn't leather stiff?" Xander asked. "Not that I'm saying that you shouldn't wear it because hey, you actually look really good in leather, so I'm voting yea leather." Xander blurted the second part out the second he realized that he definitely did not want to go telling Angelus anything. He looked up, half expecting an explosion. Instead Angelus was looking at him with the sort of confusion that Xander thought was all Angel. Obviously he confused Angelus, too.

"You're worried about my pants?" A smirk slipped into place, and that was way more of an Angelus expression.

"Um, you threatened to beat Spike if he kept getting me tight jeans because you said that if I got killed because my pants were too tight you'd strip the skin off his back. So, I guess I'm just confused."

Angelus' eyebrow went up. "Maybe that was the soul's opinion."

Xander snorted, and then he nearly died as he realized that he was so seriously pushing getting-made-fun-of buttons. "That was not nearly as dismissive as it sounded," Xander said with a cringe. "Only, it kinda was. Seriously, the soul was all guilt having over leaving Spike with Darla. The whole threatening to kill Spike was way more you."

"The soul was an idiot," Angelus said with a grimace. "And leather is made from skin. It stretches as you move. We should get you some good fighting gear." Angelus' expression grew thoughtful. "A few minions could learn a lesson or two. Actually, after you stake them, they wouldn't be learning anything, but the ones who survived might learn to stop making assumptions. Truly, the quality of vampires in this city is abhorrent. At least the church and its hunters killed off the stupid minions. Now we have Harmony." Angelus sighed.

"You want me to stake Harmony?" Xander asked. He could feel his stomach growing its first ulcer.

Angelus gave him another confused look. "I thought she offended you with her offer to bring me a human for dinner."

Xander thought about that. "Well, she did. But you know, the panthers at the zoo would eat people if people were in their cages to eat, and that would offend me, but I wouldn't kill the panthers. Maybe. Actually, I'm morally ambiguous right now. Could you get back to me on that question?"

Angelus shook his head. "If you weren't so good in bed, m'fhear, I would fear for your survival."

Xander sucked in a breath.

"What?" Angelus growled the word, and Xander looked up, his guts curling into a tiny ball as he looked at Angelus' barely contained fury.

"What did I do wrong? Because if you're going to keep growling at me like that, I'm going to have a heart attack, and dead me would not be good in bed. I hope. That's just.... Okay, brain gone wrong here." Xander held his breath, half waiting to get backhanded or stripped and raped. In fact, the part of his brain that usually enjoyed indulging in horror films was sending up a regular film festival of images that would give Graham a heart attack, and Xander was not nearly as tough as Graham.

"You're afraid of me," Angelus accused him.

"You're growling at me. There's fear here. I can't help that."

"I try to be nice, and you feel fear. If you're going to smell of fear anyway, I can think of ways to enjoy that." Angelus smiled evilly, and Xander felt cold fear that sank into his very bones. Oh yeah, there were definitely worse things than dead, and he should have thought of that before. His brain was a little mouse running around a wheel, and everything Xander thought he understood about Angelus just slipped out of reach. Angelus had won. He had what he wanted. Why do this now?

Little rabbit breaths slipped in and out, and Xander couldn't get enough air into his lungs, but he forced himself to hold his breath until he was almost dizzy. Reaching out, Xander grabbed Angelus' knee just to keep his balance as his blood did odd things like leaving his brain. "Can't really stop you. And I can't stop from being afraid when I don't understand what you want. I came back, so that was my big move. I guess it's your move now."

"I said I wouldn't turn you."

"Please don't take offense at this and go growling at me again because my heart really is on the verge of giving out here." Xander took a quick look up and Angelus looked more confused than ready to growl. "But you lie."

Angelus laughed. It wasn't a dismissive laugh or even the sort that villains made right before shooting someone. It was an honestly amused belly laugh. "Of course. Everyone lies." Maybe some of Xander's confusion was showing because Angelus reached down and stroked Xander's cheek. "M'fhear, tell me what you are thinking."

Part of Xander wanted to just say, 'nothing' and pretend that he wasn't more confused and scared than he had ever been in his life, but he was guessing that Angelus' comment that everyone lied wasn't exactly permission for him to try it. "I don't know why you wouldn't kill me, and that is not a suggestion that you change your mind or anything because I was having nightmares about my body running around doing really goofy things."

"You would be a beautiful vampire," Angelus said in a tone that suggested he was trying for reassuring. And immediately he frowned.

"You're sniffing," Xander said loudly. Angelus actually blinked and pulled back in surprise. "Which explains the growling, but you can't hold me responsible for my smell."

"It's your smell that I want. If you're going to smell of fear like any human, then I'll treat you like any human," Angelus threatened. Yep, that was pure Liam, and Xander actually felt better now because he was starting to see the pieces of Liam in Angelus. They weren't the same, but they were there. Angelus was feeling jealous of Angel because Xander smelled lusty around Angel, and Xander was not going to think where Angelus' sibling rivalry had led to last time. That had not been a pleasant story.

"But you have to convince me that you don't see me like any human, and yeah you said it, but you know I don't really get things unless I feel them because my head is not nearly as smart as my heart." Xander scooted around so he could see Angelus better. "And I didn't actually think I would be having this conversation because I expected to be dead by now, so I'm a little unprepared to try and figure out how I feel about this."

Half way through the speech, Angelus started smiling. It was a sly smile, one that promised naughty, naughty things. "You want to feel me? You only had to ask, m'fhear."

"I did say that, didn't I?" Xander frowned. "I didn't actually mean literally." He expected Angelus to really get mad, but instead, Angelus lifted one foot over Xander so that he was straddling Xander, and then he started sliding off the chair. And wow, his leather pants truly did stretch. They stretched in all sorts of directions. "I'm not sure...." Xander said. He could feel his breath leaving him for a whole different reason. Angelus was now on the floor, his knees straddling Xander's legs, and Angelus used his hands to push Xander back onto the thick rug.

Angelus' smile grew wider. "Boy, your body and your mind truly do not have consensus in many areas. I have no need for more vampires, but any one that brings me such pleasure... he need not fear for his life, m'fhear. I didna lie when I told you that it was my hands on you, making you squirm with pleasure the last time we were together." Angelus pulled Xander's shirt, and buttons plinked off the fireplace screen and the floor and off something that rang like a muted bell.

"I'm so going to hell for this," Xander muttered, but his body knew this. This was familiar. In a world that didn't make sense with people who demanded things he couldn't understand, this he could do. Angelus put his hands on Xander's stomach, pinning him down, and Xander ran his palms up Angelus' forearms. He traced the line of the muscle under his fingertips, and Angelus smirked.

"You do not smell like you're suffering."

"Yeah, yeah, thinking bad. Let me freak out later," Xander said, tilting his head to the side and revealing the curve of his neck. A little part of him expected the fast strike, but Angelus moved just as slow as Angel ever had. Leaning down, he pressed his lips against the soft skin and breathed deeply. His cock was pressing against Xander's own, and Xander couldn't control his body anymore. He arched his back and pulled at Angelus' shoulder, trying helplessly to bring him closer. It never worked. No matter how much he tried, he could never budge Angel from the slow exploration.

With his eyes closing almost involuntarily, Xander let his worries slide away for later and just let himself perform this dance. His hands slid over the silk shirt, the cool fabric catching between his fingers. Arching up as much as he could, Xander held the back of Angelus' neck, pulling himself up into that touch with one arm while his other hand moved in toward the buttons, freeing them one at a time. When Angelus ran sharp teeth over his shoulder, a shiver went through Xander, and he gasped. The low chuckle was new, but the fingers sprawling over his stomach, tracing the curve of Xander's body, that was something he understood.

Xander pulled the last button free and started pushing Angelus' shirt off, letting his own hands explore a body strong enough to break him or hold him down and make him feel wonderful. Xander had the shirt halfway down Angelus' arms, exposing the shoulders so that he could run his hands over them, and then Angelus slipped fangs into Xander's shoulder.

Xander cried out in pleasure, the heat burning him and pressing close to pain while making him squirm for more. Strong hands caught him and pressed him down onto the carpet, and Xander found the touch, struggling to touch, to feel, to do something. However, all he could do was feel the growing heat gathering between them and suck in air that didn't want to stay in his body long enough for him to actually breathe.

Just when Xander was pretty sure that he was going to either die or come, or both, Angelus pulled back with a chuckle. "I knew you were still mine," Angelus said with a smugness that Xander probably should have taken offense at, but he just reached up and caught the back of Angelus' neck. He meant to pull Angelus down for a kiss, but instead, Xander ended up pulling himself up toward Angelus, opening his mouth in invitation, and Angelus took it. That's what Xander needed. Too much talk, and his badly overtaxed brain was going to start having thoughts again, and thoughts bad.

Angelus pulled back without warning, reaching down and pulling Xander's jeans open and pulling them down.

"Vial," Xander gasped, pointing at Angelus' pants.

"Someone needs a vocabulary lesson, boyo," Angelus said with a laugh as he grabbed his crotch.

Xander glared. "The vial. Don't break the vial. If I'm going to hell for still loving you, I would appreciate you not making hell come any faster than it needs to."

Angelus gave him an odd look, but he pulled the vial out of his pocket and put it carefully aside. "You will tell me the whole story of that."

"Like I understood any of it," Xander said with a snort. Angelus got a cranky look. "No, seriously, people were talking about hell and dimensions and statistics and uncles. It was very odd. And yes, I'll tell you, but I'm going to be weirded out when I do."

"Then it can wait," Angelus said firmly. "You think too much."

"First time for everything. Usually I don't think at all," Xander pointed out, but before he could come up with an argument to prove that, Angelus pulled the string on the funky tied front to his leather pants, and his erection appeared, thick and purpling and the head already poking out of the sheath. Xander reached out, but Angelus caught his wrist and held him an inch from his goal. Looking up, Xander waited for some sort of explanation, but whatever weirdness was going on in Angelus' head, it passed, and he released Xander's hand and watched while Xander reached out to run his finger along the exposed slit, collecting a drop of precum before bringing it up to his lips.

Xander had, unfortunately, hung around with Cordelia's cheerleaders long enough to know how much they complained about the smell and taste of going down on a guy, but to Xander, it was like salt and vinegar potato chips, and he had trouble stopping once he started with those, too. "If someone wasn't sitting on me, I can think of something to do with that," Xander offered as he eyed Angelus' erection.

"I can think of something I would rather do." Angelus stood up, and Xander watched while Angelus pushed his pants and shoes off in a graceful movement that would have left Xander tangled in his own legs and falling on the floor. Angelus picked up the vial and placed it in a box on the mantle before getting something out. The sight of lube was a real relief. Xander happened to know that Angel used blood when he took Spike, but that was not really something that worked with a human body. Angelus had turned back around to face Xander before it occurred to Xander that he should probably get rid of his own jeans.

Kicking, he tried to use one foot to push the jeans down on the other leg, but then his sneakers were still on, and the toe of his shoe got caught in the hem of the jeans, and Xander ended up softly cursing as he tried to straighten it all out.

Angelus chuckled. "Slow down, boy. My cock willna go anywhere." He saved Xander by capturing one leg and lifting it into the air so that Xander had to spread his arms out to keep his balance. His cock hung down and his lower back left the rug as Angelus held him in place while freeing his foot from the sneaker. Angelus lowered Xander's leg until his butt touched the carpet and then held it there. It took Xander a second to figure out to offer his other leg. Hey, if Angelus had a kink for holding him helpless while stripping him, Xander's cock was totally on board with that plan. With both shoes off, Angelus easily pulled the jeans off, and then the underwear so that Xander was now naked.

He went to turn over onto his belly, but Angelus caught him, holding him down with large hands on Xander's hips. "You'll look me in the eye and know it's me and not your beloved soul you're giving yourself to, boy."

For a long minute, Xander just looked up. Angelus' face was calm, impassive, and that wasn't an expression Xander saw on him very often. "I always loved the soul and the demon," Xander finally answered. "The soul has earned his redemption, and you're the one left here to love me back."

"And if had been me who'd been banished? If you'd been left with the soul?"

Xander didn't need Graham's degree in psychology to figure out the issues not-so-hidden in that question. "I probably wouldn't be having sex because Angel and sex were never an easy combination," Xander said slowly. From the look of disgust on Angelus' face, he'd noticed that on his own. "I'd still love Angel, but I don't know what we'd be doing. Probably looking for a really good therapist."

"So, you prefer me?" Angelus' look turned smug.

"I..." Xander stopped. He didn't want to lie. "I don't know," he answered. Angelus frowned. "I don't," Xander defended himself. "I don't know which of you was what part of the man I loved. Seriously, thinking bad. My brain stopped working hours ago."

"I'll just have to remind you of what you like, m'fhear." Angelus knelt down and pushed Xander's legs open. Xander yielded, happy to let the bigger question go because right now he did know what he liked. Angelus pulled Xander's legs up until the knees hooked on his shoulders. This was definitely new, but then Angelus slipped a slick finger inside, and Xander curled his hands into the rug and stopped thinking at all. He squirmed and called out as Angelus opened him faster than normal. The pressure in his cock was different at his angle, and Xander wanted to reach up and grab himself, but when he tried, Angelus would always shift his weight just a little, forcing Xander to spread his arms out to keep from being rolled to the side.

"Please," Xander gasped out, and finally Angelus pressed his cock against Xander's opening. He pressed in slowly for the first inch, and Xander arched his neck and just about screamed with frustration. Then Angelus drove forward. The heat drove into him, stretching him until he thought he might come apart at the seams and the come just spill out. Xander screamed and tried to thrust up into the air, only to find himself unable to do anything but hold onto the floor as Angelus drove into him over and over. Xander screamed Angelus' name as he came, and Angelus just continued his pace. The heat grew as Xander squirmed and called out incoherent noises.

Finally Angelus gave a little triumphant grunt and thrust one final time. For long minutes, he held Xander in place, bent in half and impaled on a still sizable erection. Vampires pretty much stayed hard until they didn't want to be hard, but usually Angel softened as soon as he came. Instead, Angelus slowly pulled out and stood up, his cock still fully hard.

Xander let his legs thump down onto the carpet and then lay sprawled in a sweaty and hot mess. "Damn," he breathed. He cracked an eye open and Angelus was still standing over him, erection firm as ever. "If you want round two, I'm all for it, but my cock has gone to its happy place for many hours. It's taken most of my brain with it."

Angelus didn't answer. He reached down and took his own erection in hand and slowly stroked himself.

"Give me a few minutes to find some brain cells I lost and I'll help you with that," Xander offered weakly. In truth, he just wanted to lay boneless and happy for the next year or so. With his eyes closed, the splattering was a surprise. Xander opened his eyes just as Angelus finished ejaculating on him. Come was splattered over Xander's stomach and chest, and a few drops cooled a pattern of spots on his face.

"You're mine, m'fhear. You don't have to think of all these other things because that is a fact you will never change." Angelus made the proclamation as if that could cancel all the moral dilemmas in Xander's head. Actually, it probably was his attempt to solve the problem, so from an Angelus point of view, he was probably trying to be nice.

"Got it," Xander agreed. No matter whatever else happened, he was Angelus', and he'd just have to try to do the right thing from inside a very wrong place. "Oh, and just so you know," Xander said sleepily. "Just because you're suddenly way better at sex does not mean I picked up any mad skills along the way. So, I hope you aren't going to get all cranky when I still do stupids."

"Like trying to snort my come?" Angelus asked with amusement.

"Exactly."

"Will you still smell contented as you demonstrate your questionable human reflexes?"

"Totally," Xander agreed. He opened his eyes in surprise when lips touched his in a soft kiss.

"You are mine. If you serve and obey me, you will never displease," Angelus promised as he knelt next to Xander. And then he was up and pulling his pants on. Clearly the snuggling had come from Angel. Xander pushed that small kernel of unhappiness aside and tried to find the peace he'd known just seconds ago.

"Sleep, boy. You smell of exhaustion." Angelus pulled a blanket from the back of the chair and draped it over Xander. "I'll be back for ye." With that, he went to the box over the mantle and took the vial. Even though Xander honestly tried to sleep, he found he couldn't.