AUTHORS: dru as Angelus & Evil Willow as
Xander (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Mile High Club
PAIRING : Angelus/Xander
RATING : NC17 (highly smutty
with plenty of salty goodness!)
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters. We just like putting them in lewd positions!
NOTE: We wrote this as role-play
on Yahoo! IM! We had *so* much fun! We've co-authored before but never live like this! We hope you enjoy the fruits of
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"Giving up so soon? Not like you, Harris. Life not going
well?" I ask as I put my head back against the seat and relax.
Let's
see.... Buffy died and then the rest of our group started to disappear, one by
one. First Anya, then Willow, then Tara. Then Spike took Dawn and got them both
off the Hellmouth. Then I took myself and ran, too. Giles... last I knew, he
was still on the Hellmouth, training the fourth slayer after Buffy.
And I
went to Miami, where I've had a lot of construction jobs, none of which I've
managed to keep for more than sixth months. I have proven to my father that I'm
a loser. But at least there's no one who'll miss me when Angelus kills me.
"Fuck you, Angelus. I'm not here for your amusement. So either kill me or..." Or.... NO. I hate my brain for bringing up an idea for the 'or', mostly thanks to how sexy he....nononono I didn't mean sexy. Evil. Evil vampire. Bad, evil vampire.
"Or?" I ask as I look over at him. "Or
what?"
"Or
nothing," I say quickly. "No or, here. You'd much rather kill me,
anyway." SHIT. I'm just giving him ideas! No. No, he already has these
ideas, and did I not already figure out that the silent treatment WAS better?
No more small talk. Small talk leads to bad things. Bad things done to me by the
evil, bad vampire.
I never thought I'd be in a situation where I hoped the demon would just kill me and put me out of my misery.
"Not fuckin' demon bitch anymore?" I ask as I close
my eyes.
"She's dead. They're all dead, okay?" I say,
looking down the aisle. Where are the flight attendants? Don't we get drinks or
something on this plane? Maybe one of the nice crewmembers is Catholic, and
wouldn't mind letting me use her crucifix to persuade Angelus to jump out of
the airplane.
"Dead,
huh?" I ask. "Guess good old Buff really did save your asses. 'Course
I don't have to worry about the witch tryin' another restoration. So that's
good."
I open my eyes and watch him glancing down the isle nervously. "You know no one can save you," I tell him.
"Who said I'm trying to save myself?" I shrug.
"If you're not going to kill me yet, then I'll at least try to save
everyone else on the plane *from* you."
"You really think you could stop me if I wanted to kill
every single person on this plane?" I ask as I slide my hand up his thigh.
"'Sides, there's more uses for people besides blood..."
I jump
out of my seat. "Gotta pee," I blurt. Smooth, Xander. Really. Doesn't
matter, though. I have to get away before I... I slam the door of the tiny
restroom shut behind me and sink down onto the floor.
Okay.
Just ... relax. Think. You can figure this one out. You've gone up against
worse than him, before. True, you had backup... but you can still handle this
on your own.
Either that, or you could stay in the restroom until we land.
Okay.
That's it.
I'm
gonna fuck him now.
I stand up and knock on the bathroom door.
Shit.
So much for staying in the bathroom until we land. Okay. It's time to suck it
up, go back to your seat, and take out Angelus. Yeah, easy enough.
I
can't help the giggle that escapes me. Great. I'm going into hysterics. Really
not helpful.
The impatient person knocks again. "ALL RIGHT!" I yell. Sheesh. Can't a guy have a nervous breakdown in peace? I pull the door open... and see the leather pants. I immediately throw myself against the door, trying to shut it again.
I slip my hand inside the door and grab his throat before
slipping inside. "Now is *that* anyway to treat a friend?"
"Ack." Hey, what do you want from someone who's
being choked?
I pin
him against the door and ease up a bit on him. "I mean, is this anyway to
treat me? I've been nice. I haven't killed you. I haven't *done* anything to
you, yet you slam the door in my face?"
I tsk him as I lock the door. "I don't think that's necessarily called for, do you?"
I giggle again but bite my tongue to get a grip on myself.
I'm going to be killed by Angelus, and if I'm really unlucky he'll make me jerk
him off first. And to think, I was of the opinion I was having a bad day *this
morning*.
"You're not my friend," I say, ignoring the tremor in my voice. "You're an evil vampire, and I am *not* attracted to you." Liar, liar, pants on fire. Shit. There's that giggle again. "We should've staked you when you came back the first time."
"Coulda,
woulda, shoulda... but didn't," I tell him before gyrating my hips against
his. "And you are *so* attracted to me. Probably more so now, 'cause you
think you can actually *feel* me. I mean," I lean in closer, "Let's
face it, Xander. You always wanted him to fuck you. You weren't jealous 'cause
he had Buffy, you were jealous because Buff had *him*.
"But she's not here... It's just us." I hold his wrists in one hand above his head while my other slides down to stroke him firmly.
I gasp
as I realize he's not going to make me jerk him off. He's gonna... I struggle,
trying to get away; but of course he's stronger. And this is *so* not fair.
Oh,
great. Resorting to 'it isn't fair', a five-year-old's logic.
But he's wrong about something. "Not attracted to you," I argue. "HIM. Angel." I might as well be honest, in the last few minutes of my life. Even if he'll end up not liking my honesty.
"One
fuckin' thing you kids *never* fucking understood," I explain. "I
*am* him. He *is* me. We're the same fucking vampire! He didn't choose to get a
goddamned soul. We fucked up and got caught. And hey, come to think about it,
if he *is* your precious little *Angel*, why the fuck did he screw Darla,
knowing full well that he'd *lose* his fucking soul? Answer me that."
And then I'm sick of waiting. I crush my mouth onto his and my tongue runs between his lips, trying to pry them open. Luckily, *every* muscle in my body is strong. I lick his teeth as I rub my cock against his.
What,
he thinks I'm just going to let this happen? He's got another thing coming. I
try to turn my head away, but he grabs my chin with his hand, holding my head
still. Shit. And I can't gets my wrists free from his other hand. In fact, he's
going to break my wrists, if I keep struggling. And that won't help me fight
him off, so I stop trying to pull my hands free.
And I
am *not* getting more turned on by the way he's thrusting against me. I'm not
attracted to him. He's not Angel, and as we've already established, I am
attracted to ANGEL.
He's trying to make me open my mouth but I... On second thought... I open my mouth, and let his tongue inside. Then I bite it, hard enough to draw blood.
"FUCK!" I growl as I pull away. Okay, I wasn't
expecting *that*. But I bounce back pretty fast and am smart on my toes, so I
take my bloodied tongue and move to his neck.
"Get off me!" I yell. And I'm not afraid at the moment, just seriously pissed.
"Oh,
I'll get off you, Xander. I'll definitely get off. Make no mistake about
it," I say as I rub against him. I start sucking on his neck. His skin is
too sweet.
Okay,
so he's stronger than me. But I swear, I'm not going to make this easy on him.
I throw my body against him, trying to catch him enough off balance to let go
of me for just a minute. That's all I need, or at least to let go of my hands.
"Ooo,
do it again," I say against his skin. "Felt good."
DAMN
IT! I was helping the slayer for five fucking years! Why I can't do anything to
get the advantage over him? I know he's Angelus, but I'm not completely
inexperienced with vampire killing.
And why
do I have this insane attraction to Angel? (Not Angelus.) It's not like I'm
attracted to men in general. Just him. Well, and Dracula... But - oh. Okay,
yeah, seeing a pattern now, come to think of it. Tall, dark, sexy vampires.
Gee, now I feel *much* better about all of this.
I
suppress another hysterical giggle and try to focus on the problem at hand.
Problem being the tall, dark, sexy vampire currently sucking at my throat. He
moves a hand between us to stroke my cock through my jeans. FUCK.
"NO!" Yeah, because *that'll* probably make him stop.
Well,
this isn't working *exactly* to plan. Darla is always mocking my sexual
prowess, and I'm beginning to wonder... *I* think it's nice, although I can see
he's still stuck on that whole 'I want Angel' kick. Doesn't he realize that
Angel just wasn't much fun?
"Would
you just stop your whining? You're taking all the fun out of this."
"Make
me!" Okay, what was THAT?! Have I completely lost my fucking mind? I mean,
there's taunting, and then there's 'asking the vampire to snap your neck
because you're really too much a pain in the ass to even bother letting you
live a little while longer.'
And
have I mentioned how glad I am I only babble *internally* now? Angelus would
have way too much fun with me, if he figured out how to get me to babble out
loud.
Sounded
like a challenge to me.
So I
attack his mouth again, thrusting my tongue deep inside, as I grind against
him.
Fuck, I'm
hard.
Oh,
shit. Okay, not the way I was thinking he'd silence me. And oh yeah, I'm not
supposed to be enjoying this method.
That
whimper didn't come from me. I *don't* like the way he kisses... so... NO! And
I don't like feeling him thrusting against me... even though it feels... BAD!
VERY, VERY BAD! His other hand slips up under my flannel shirt - when did that
get untucked? - and he pinches one of my nipples. SHIT! And I'm only human, so
yes, that moan came from me.
"Somebody
likes it," I mock-sing asI tear my mouth away from him. Then, I slip my
hand down into his jeans and grab his throbbing cock. "Yeah, someone likes
it a lot."
I gasp
at the feeling of his cool fingers around my painfully hard cock. And I'm *not*
going to thrust up into his hand. Nonononono. Think of something else.
Something to make you not aroused. Shit, all I can think about is Angelus' hand
on my cock.
And I
was having less trouble breathing, when he was kissing me. I try to pull my
wrists out of his other hand, but he just tightens his grip. I can feel the
bones grinding together and I stop struggling. I bite my lip to keep from
crying out from the pain. And a normal person would be less aroused by this,
but apparently I'm not a normal person.
"I
do *not* like this, you sick fuck!" I yell. Okay, lower the voice, because
otherwise you're going to bring someone to your aid who'll then end up as
dinner. Lunch. Breakfast? Whatever. At least the good in this is as long as
he's tormenting me, he's not tormenting anyone else.
That doesn't mean I want him to torment me, though. No, I gave up trying to play the hero six years ago. But I'm not about to try to lure anyone else into his trap. Just because I'm not stupid anymore, doesn't mean I'm heartless, either. Unlike the other person in this bathroom.
"Do
you honestly think I give a damn about what you *like*?" I start to laugh
softly as I loosen my grip on his arms a bit. I don't want them broken. At
least, not yet.
"I'm
bored. You're here," I shrug. "And you amuse me, Xander." I
start to unbutton his shirt with my one free hand. "Wanna know what's
*most* amusing?" I ask.
I try
to twist away from his hand, to make his task a little harder. He just growls
and presses his lower body back to mine. Oh, bad. Very, very bad. Especially
when he thrusts against me like that... "The fact that you obviously
haven't learned any new methods of torture in the past few years?" I
mentally slap myself after the words leave my mouth. Again, not brilliant to
taunt the vampire into proving you wrong.
"Bet
you'd like it if I tortured you, you're a sick fuck like that," I spit the
words back in his face. "Guess we're both sick."
I pull
away and look at him. Then, I step back, "You look like you're into
betting. Wanna make a deal?"
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