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
our lab- okay, so it wasn't really *work*. It was more like play!
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He walks
closer and I reach out and touch him. His body goes rigid and he jerks away.
Probably never been touched by a man before, *ever*. But today's gonna be a
first.
I step closer
yet to him and my fingers slide down his back to rest on the swell of his ass.
Not
going to react. Not going to give him the satisfaction. Since there's no way
*not* to look at him now, I do the only thing I can think of. Not to mention,
the mature thing. I shut my eyes. I actually think of clicking my heels
together and saying 'There's no place like home', but that would just be silly.
And
there's that hysterical giggle again. Oh well. I don't give a shit if he knows
he's making me a little unbalanced.
I guess
it's really stupid of me, but I whisper into his ear, "Relax."
I bite
my lip to stop the fresh laughter. Relax? Yeah, easy enough, when you're about
to be raped by a vampire. I open my eyes and look at him, giving him my 'You've
got to be kidding me' look.
I know.
I'm stupid and we both know it.
Whatever.
*I'm* not
the one who's gonna get fucked.
I lean in
and kiss him again as my hand slips further down over his ass. My other hand
follows the same path and I pull his hips against mine. "Try."
I can't
help the groan when he kisses me. He's really a good kisser. Big surprise,
since he's had two hundred years practicing that. And other things. Okay, so
NOT where I wanted my brain to go.
He
pulls me against him and our cocks rub together. Speaking of 'other things'...
But I really wish he'd stop with the 'being nice' act. He's an evil vampire and
he'd be a lot easier to hate if he'd just stick with acting like it.
His mouth
is really sweet, like my Will's. I miss Spike. I wonder where the hell he is...
things could be so good again. I'll have to ask Darla about it when I get home,
but for now...
I bite
back the groan. He's a receptive kisser, very good as well. I'm sure demon-girl
taught him well.
Still,
we've already wasted half the flight... I step back and look him up and down
once more before telling him, "Undress me."
No, no,
no, no, no... and did I mention no? He must see that in my face because he
reaches behind him, for the door handle. "Okay," I say. He grins at
me as I step close again. I hate him. I really, really, really hate him.
I can
only stall so much, though, until he gets irritated with me and just kills me
so he can move on to more amusing victims. So I can do this. I run my hands
over his chest, lightly, jumping when he growls. And I swear, I'll never get
used to that. Spike used to do it, too, usually just to enjoy watching me, Will
or Tara jump.
He
grabs my hands, putting them back on his chest. Okay, I get the hint. I start
to unbutton his shirt, slowly, trying to think of other things. When that
doesn't work, I try to pretend it's Angel. As long as he doesn't talk, I can
almost keep up that fantasy. It makes it easier for me to do this, too.
He starts
to unbutton my shirt and I *really* need this now. I need him to admit that he
wants me.
"Xander,"
I say, "Look at me." He pauses, and as his hesitation is my gain, I
reach down and grab his cock.
This is
why getting naked in front of him was a bad idea. Of course, I'm starting to
think my entire *life* has just been a bad idea. I try to pull his hand away,
but he grabs that wrist with his free hand. Before I can make use of my other
hand, though, he starts to stroke me, and I hold back a moan. And I can't help
myself, I thrust up into his hand. But then he stops.
And I'm
not going to beg him to continue. I don't want him to touch me. I just want
this to stop. But I know that's not going to happen.
I can
feel his eyes on me and I sigh, but look up at his face.
"Tell
me what you want," I half-request, half-demand
What I
want? Um... let's see. I want him to burst into flames. Or, I want a stake to
magically appear in my head. Or, a giant crucifix. OH! No! I take it all back.
I want a big old bucket of holy water. Let's see... what else... No, that
pretty much covers all of the things that could happen to make me a very happy
Xander.
I
really doubt I could say any of those things out loud, though. Besides the fact
he *does* still have my cock in his hand, so I don't want to irritate the evil
vampire. So... what to say, not to irritate him?
He's
taking too long to think. I stroke him a little faster, and his hands have
pretty much stopped undressing me. I don't really *like* that, but we'll make
do. "I mean, what do you *really* want, Xander? Deep down."
I bite
my lip to keep from whimpering when he starts to stroke me again. "What do
I really want? I want you to leave me and everyone else on the plane alone. But
we've already established that's not going to happen." And I know, the
fact I'm thrusting into his hand doesn't work too well for the 'I'm not
attracted to you' argument, but what can I say? I'm stubborn.
That's
it. I want him. He wants me. And I don't give a fuck if he refuses to admit it.
I push
his hips back against the sink as I jerk him off harder, my hand slickening
from his pre-cum. He whimpers a little and I nibble my way up to his ear,
"It's time," I whisper.
In time,
he'll learn to love me. But for now, enough is enough.
I vamp
and sink my fangs deeply into his jugular as I feel him tightening. I tear into
the main artery and his blood comes spilling into my mouth. OH FUCK! It tastes
so fuckin' good! Oh my go- fuck! I growl my orgasm, as I violently clutch his
quaking body to mine.
"SHI--"
He clamps a hand over my mouth to stifle my scream as I come. And my knees go
weak, but he pins me harder against the sink as he continues to drink from me.
And oh my god. I've never felt anything like... Shit, I'm getting hard again.
I feel
him getting hard again, even as I stroke the orgasm out of him. No, vampires
aren't demons. We're gods.
I try to
pace myself, but it's too damn hard. *I'm* too damn hard. I tear my teeth away
from him, with a little bit of difficultly. I yank off my belt and rip my cock
out of my pants. I cover it in his blood and then I grab one of his hands and
place it around my cock. Just stroke it, Boy. I implore him with my eyes.
I'm
still dizzy from the blood-loss and the really amazing orgasm, when he takes my
hand and puts it on his cock. And I think I'd much rather jerk him off than
have him fucking me. So I start to stroke him, gently at first, then a little
harder when he puts his hand over mine, showing me what he wants.
He
growls and I try to jerk away but he grabs my hip with his free hand, pulling
me back to him. He puts an arm around my waist and I lean my forehead against
his chest as I return to stroking him. I don't know if it's too much better
looking at his cock, though. It's so big and I don't doubt he *will* want to
fuck me. I shudder at the thought and try to push it away. If I just prove
really good at jerking him off and giving him blowjobs, maybe...
No. Who
am I kidding? He won't let me stall him out of *that* activity. I'm sure of it.
I tried.
I really did. I tried my damndest. But-
He's just
too fuckin' perfect! He feels too good and he tastes too good and I'm helpless.
Spike
always said I was a selfish bastard and he was right.
I latch
onto his neck again and sink into his flesh again. Fuck! I growl loudly as I
start thrusting into his weakening grip. I just can't- it's just perfect.
Or
maybe he'll kill me, instead of fucking me? I could deal with that. It's funny,
I always thought I'd be more afraid when I died.
He's
falling weakly into my arms when I shout as I come, shooting all over him. I
want him to smell like me.
Okay, I
take it back. There's the fear. Panic, really. I feel like I can't breathe.
"Angelus... please, I ... don't want to die." I look up at him,
meeting his eyes. He knows what I'm asking him. I just don't know how he'll
respond.
"You won't," I reply before pulling my knife out
from my pants pocket. I slice my chest an inch
deep, right through my nipple. I take his face in my hands and look deeply into
his eyes. "Be with me, Xander. I want you with me," I tell him before
holding his lips to my chest so they're almost touching the blood that's
running down my chest, waiting for him to drink.
This is
wrong. *So* wrong. But I don't care. I'm not ready to die. Besides, I won't
know it's wrong when I'm soulless.
I lick
at the blood that's trailing down his chest. At the first swallow, my stomach
revolts. But when that passes, I'm hit by a hunger for more. I lick my way up
the blood trail to the wound and suckle at it. And it's good. So sweet.
And I
feel a little stronger already. And even though I still know what I'm doing is
insane, I can't help myself. I didn't have anything to live for, which was why
I offered myself to him. But then I realized that even though I don't have
anything left to live for, that doesn't mean I'm ready to just give up, either.
But I
didn't want to return to the life I had, and now I don't have to. I'll admit it
now, I was always attracted to him whether he was Angelus or Angel. Angel
because he was so strong and sexy and dark and handsome. Angelus, because he
was so strong and sexy and dark and handsome and *dangerous*.
And I
always kind of envied Angelus, too, because he seemed to have so much more fun
than the rest of us. I felt the same way about Spike, before the chip, envying
his ability to just do what he wanted, take what he wanted. Even though I never
was attracted to him, I recognized that power he had and I was jealous of it.
That's
the real issue. I was always stupid Xander, dorky Xander, useless Xander. But
not anymore. Even though I didn't really think Angelus would agree to my
request. But I took a chance, figuring the worst he'd do was say no and then
I'd have to endure a few minutes of humiliation before I didn't feel anything
else. Luckily though, he decided to turn me. And hopefully he won't regret it
later.
Although
with my luck, I'd return just as much a loser. Oh what a horrible possibility.
Shut up, brain.
"OH
FUCK!" I growl as he starts lapping and sucking at my nipple, drinking in
the blood.
I clutch
his head tighter to my chest and come *again* all over him. Oh god... I wonder
what's going on in his little head as he takes his last few breaths.
His heart
has almost completely stopped now and I pull him away from me. He whimpers as I
do. Sire's blood. He'll crave it now. He'll crave me. And *then* I'll fuck him.
Of course I'll make him wait a little bit... but not *too* long, 'cause he's a
virgin. And he'll stay *that* tight. For*ever*. And FUCK I've gotta find Will,
too. My two boys... Xander and William.
Darla
won't be happy.
But when
*is* she?
I look
down at him in my arms, naked as the day he was born.
He'll be
reborn soon enough.
"Xander,"
I whisper. It's always hard to feel the call of your blood inside your childer
and know that you caused their death. You'd think it wouldn't matter, but as
soon as the circle is completed, you *feel* them. And I feel his pain now. His
body is dying. "Xand, just let go, okay?"
Oh
shit, it hurts. I can't get enough breath and my heart feels like it's pounding
in my chest. And I hear him, as he tightens his arms around me. His voice
sounds so far away. "Xand, just let go, okay?" he says.
But I
can't. All of the sudden I have the overwhelming fear that this is all just one
more game. When I 'sleep', he'll stake me, or leave me behind so I'll have to
fend for myself... Because why would he *really* want me around forever? I try
to pull in another breath, but it makes my lungs burn.
Suddenly,
above the pain, screaming louder than the pain, is this overwhelming panic. A deep
fear of his. Abandonment. I wasn't, or rather the soul wasn't, completely
ignorant of the situations the slayer's friends lived in. He'd always lurk
around their houses, making sure they were okay. Mainly around Xander's, but
that's another story.
"It's
okay," I say in his ear, "We'll go to hotel before we go home."
That should be enough to quell his fear. Simple. To the point. Yes, I'll be
here when you wake up and yes, you're coming home with me.
"Just
let go," I whisper before kissing him on the forehead softly.
I don't
know why, but I believe him when he says he's sticking around. I rest my head
against his chest and close my eyes. I'm so tired...
Xander is dead.
I glance at my watch. Half an hour until we'll be in Atlanta.
I take care to clean my cum off his cooling body. I dress him
slowly and carry him back to our seats. Luckily, the sun just dipped behind the
horizon so I'll be able to transport him easily to a hotel. I'd rather *not*
take him to Darla just yet. I'd like a few days with him.
She'll be pissed. *More* than pissed. But she'll get over it.
And it's not like I don't have a good *reason* to have turned
him. I mean, I did *promise*, after all. Didn't I?
I'll just have to save the daily papers until he wakes up, so
he can see I kept my end of the deal. I didn't harm one other person on this
flight.
Although I doubt very much that he'll still care.
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