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
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Oh,
finally. Hands free; stupid vampire. I punch him, catching him on the left
cheekbone. He stumbles back against the sink. Oh, cool, all that construction
work paid off, made me a little stronger. Celebrate later, Xander, run now. I
turn and grab the door handle, intending to get the hell out of here.
"FUCKER!"
I growl and grab him from behind, my arm around his neck. "Give me one
good reason why I shouldn't just snap your neck like a twig, Harris."
No!
Just two more seconds, and I would've been out of there... But it probably wouldn't
have made a difference. I laugh at his question, but it comes out in that
hysterical giggle again. "I know you're going to kill me, no matter what I
do. Excuse me for not seeing the point in 'making a deal' with you, when I
don't trust you to keep your end of it!"
"You're
right," I say. "I *am* going to kill you."
It's the
truth. There's no choice in that.
"But
I feel like an appetizer first," I let him go and put my hand on the door.
"But don't go anywhere, I'll be back for the main course." I flash
him my fangs quickly, before turning for the door
Let him
go. Those people mean nothing to you. Just a bunch of random strangers...
....Just
like all those random strangers you saved when you worked with Buffy? Fuck. I
really hate it when I make sense like that. And I really wish I wasn't in the
habit of arguing with my self-preservation instinct. It's very annoying.
"Angelus,
wait." He turns and looks at me, still in game face. That reminds me that
he's not the vampire I have feelings... NO. Attraction, lust, for. "What
was the deal?" I ask.
I shake
my head and laugh. "You can be first or last, take your pick. And make it
quick, I'm hungry."
Let's
see.... If I say last, then I get to live longer. But I get to live longer and
watch him kill others. He kills me first, and then I only have to live with the
guilt of knowing he's going to kill other people for the seconds it takes me to
die. Decisions, decisions.
"Kill
me now," I say. And it's amazing how unafraid I am. It's almost a relief,
to know it'll be over really soon
"Or-"
Wait, he said to kill him. Kill him now? That's highly disappointing.
I don't
want to know. I don't want to know. I don't, I don'tidon'tidon'tidon't -
"Or?" Shit, mouth, shut the fuck up!
"OR,"
I take a step closer to him, "Or you could take that smart little mouth
and put it to better use."
See,
*this* is why small talk with the evil vampire was a bad idea. "Not
fucking likely, when you're going to kill me, anyway," I retort. "I'd
rather die with a little bit of dignity. See, I thought when you said deal, you
were talking something that would make it worth my while for me to--"
Okay, still need to work on that shutting the fuck up thing. Angelus does *not*
need to know he could persuade me to have sex with him if he made me a decent
deal.
I lean
into him and he's leaning back over the sink as I press my weight into him.
"I'll have all of you, no matter what you agree to or not, Harris. You
can't stop me. You never could." And then I open the door and walk back
out into the hallway.
Who looks
good?
"Angelus,
please." Shit. Already begging the vampire for things. Not good. I follow
him out and look around. The people in the rows around us are napping. "Is
there anything I can do, to keep you from killing anyone else on the plane,
other than me?" I ask, keeping my voice low.
"Hmm...
what can *you* do for *me*?" I tap my finger on my cheek mockingly.
"What can *you*, Xander Harris, do for *me*?" Then I turn on him,
"I bet, in your creative little mind, you can come up with something fun.
Can't tell me you didn't fantasize about it every fuckin' day of your
existence."
No. Not
every day. Every *night* maybe, in my dreams. Not going to let him know that,
though. "I..." I'm blushing, that's just great. "I'll do
whatever you want, willingly. No fighting. As long as you promise me."
Somehow I doubt that his promise will be worth much. But maybe, I could
distract him until we land? Shit, I can't believe I've sunk this low, to save
lives.
"Promise
you what?" I ask because the deal does sound good. A good mental torture
is better than physical torture any day.
"Promise
to spare everyone else on this plane, except me," I reply. Because I
really will want him to kill me after this, I think.
"Who's
to say I won't kill them after you're dead?"
Good
point. That's why I'm thinking the distraction will be the key. And he was
right, I *am* the sick fuck, here. "Nobody. I guess I'm at your
mercy," DUH! "and all I can do is take your word on it. But if I'm
willing to take that chance, that's my problem, not yours. You just give me
your promise and I'll never know when you break it later. At least I tried to
save them." I shrug.
I can
promise that, right? Who the fuck cares? I'll kill everyone on the plane if I
choose, and it won't matter whether he's alive to see it.
"Sure.
I promise," I shrug before sliding against him. "Now, I *am*
hungry," I purr as I slide my hand down his arm. I bring his wrist to my
lips and press a soft kiss to his vein. "Do you mind?"
Oh
shit. No way, I do *not* get turned on by the thought of him drinking from me.
Of course he probably wouldn't believe that, if he felt how hard I am at the
moment. And that's okay, because I don't even believe it, myself.
I don't
try to pull my hand away, because I'm going for cooperative, now. "Can
we...um..." I nod back toward the restroom. "...go somewhere less
public?"
"Don't
see why not," I say as he turns and I follow him.
We get
inside and I lock the door, "Although it's not too spacious, is it?"
I just
shrug. "Lucky thing I'm not claustrophobic." I lean back against the
sink. "So.. um... where do you want to ...bite me?" I can't believe
I'm fucking *blushing!* Again, remembering why I shouldn't try small talk with
the vampire.
So he's
really serious about this? I don't see how he *can* be, but I guess the Xander
Harris *I* knew has changed.
Doesn't
mean I'm not gonna play with him. After all, Darla *always* told me to play
with my food.
"Where
do *you* want me to bite you?"
Yeah, I
kinda left myself wide open for *that* one.
"Wherever
you--" No. That's a bad answer, because then he'll just... And I'm not
going to finish *that* sentence either. I don't want to let my overactive
imagination come up with the answer to that. And I swear it just got a whole
lot warmer in here.
Okay...If
he bites me in the throat, he'll probably invade my personal space while he
does. And that would be bad, since I'm going for the 'I don't want to do this
but I'm doing it for the good of others' argument. And if he feels how turned
on I am, that argument goes flying out the window. So if I want to keep him at
a distance....
I hold
out my arm and hope he'll just stay there when he bites me.
I smile
as I watch him think himself out of the hole he dug for himself.
And as much
as he says he doesn't, he does. He wants me.
He holds
his arm out to me and I take his hand and yank him toward me, wrapping my other
arm around his waist as I do.
I gasp
and try to pull away, instinctively. He raises an eyebrow at me, though, reminding
me silently of our deal. Shit.
I stop
struggling and he grins, thrusting his hips against me. I bite my tongue to
keep from groaning. So what if he *knows* I want him, it's not like I'm going
to be vocal about it. Not if I can help it, anyway.
I'm sick
of fucking around with him. He wants me and there are more effective methods of
getting him to admit it. Besides, his blood'll taste a whole lot sweeter with
an orgasm in the mix.
I step
back from him and he seems to relax before I say, "Strip."
WHAT?
"What?" Hey, at least *he* doesn't know I'm being repetitive.
"Here?" My brain replies with a really helpful, 'Duh, where did *you*
think would be a good place? Out in the aisle, in front of everyone?' And I
respond with a very irritated, 'Shut the fuck up. He's doing quite well
humiliating me, without you helping, too.'
Yes,
I'm arguing with myself. Which means I'm losing my mind. Already. Apparently,
he's really good at making that happen to his victims.
"What
part were you unclear on?" I softly growl. "Strip."
Okay...
I guess being argumentative would be a bad idea, since I don't want to watch
him kill anyone in retaliation for that. I unbutton my blue flannel shirt,
trying to force my hands to stop shaking. I look at the floor instead of him, and
shrug the shirt off my shoulders. Every moment I can pretend he's not here will
make this a little easier.
I kick
off my boots and unbutton my jeans, trying to get up the nerve to push them
off. Because even if I do want... no. I want Angel. And I'm not stupid enough
to believe they're the same vampire, because I have an idea how uninterested
Angelus is going to be in my enjoying this at all. He just wants sex and I
haven't forgotten how much he enjoyed hurting people the last time free of his
soul.
But I'm
doing this to keep him from hurting anyone else. It's not about me. It's not
like anyone will miss *me*. Having reminded myself of those things, I take a
deep breath and push my jeans down, stepping out of them. I shiver as the cool
air hits me. And I feel really dorky, standing here in my white boxer shorts
and socks, while he's still completely dressed.
I stand
there, waiting, but he's not moving. He's still. I raise my eyebrow,
"*Every*thing," I tell him.
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, and did I mention: shit? I've been trying to spend the
last couple minutes making my erection go *away* but apparently I don't have
that much willpower. Shit.
I push
my boxer shorts off and then crouch down to take off my socks too. I stand up
again and try to figure out the best way to stand to hide my erection. Of
course I'm still trying to pretend he's not there, staring at the wall next to
him.
Very
nice. Very nice indeed. Little Xander has been working out.
He stands
there completely nude, trying to stand so I can't see his most obvious
erection. "Now come to me," I say softly.
Damn.
So much for his not being there. I walk closer, wondering if I might pass out
from hyperventilating, before he does anything to me. Or, I could have a heart
attack. Or...
Probably
not. Fate has never been that nice to Alexander Harris.
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