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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He
drops behind me and I guess that means I'm on my own. Okay... Of course it
helps that the stupid girls managed to find themselves a dead end. They turn when
they realize it and that's when they see me.
Oh,
don't mind me. I'm harmless, really. I offer a smile to help prove it. They
seem reassured, a little anyway. And they're young. Considering that I've been
fighting demons for years, they don't stand a chance.
Poor
them.
"Hey,
Ladies. Lost?" I ask.
"No,"
one of the two blondes says. "We just took a wrong turn. We're fine."
She tries to step past me, and I just can't have that.
I step
in front of her. "You really shouldn't be out after dark. It's not
safe."
Her
eyes narrow. "Thanks for the warning. We're cool. Excuse--" Wow. I
didn't know I had it in me. But her voice was just so annoying. I snap her
neck, not really thinking twice about it.
Of
course that gets the other two screaming. Damn, and I thought the other one was
annoying. I throw the blonde up against the wall, and pin her there with the
brunette. Again, acting on pure instinct, but it works. And the screaming has
got to fucking STOP!
I
squeeze both of their necks, knowing they won't lose consciousness for at least
thirty seconds. I glance over my shoulder at Angelus. "Want one,
Sire?" I ask with a smile.
Oh, he's
magnificent! Just like Will, with that same intensity about him. I doubt that
he'll have any problem adjusting now.
I walk
towards him. He's got them both pinned against the wall. Amazing! That's the
only thing that can describe it. Darla will be pleased. She'll be *extremely*
pleased. And that will make *me* a very happy vampire.
I stand
behind him and wrap my arms around his waist before sliding my hands down to
cup his hard cock through the tight leathers. "No," I whisper,
"I wanna watch," I confess before I sink my fangs into his neck.
"OHFUCK!"
I moan as I buck against his hand. And I don't move my hands from the girls'
necks, even though they're clawing at them. I'll heal. I lean forward just a
little, and tear into the brunette's throat
And oh
shit. Warm, live blood. It's the second-most delicious thing I've ever tasted.
Most delicious being Angelus' blood.
I drink
her down greedily. And I'm not sure what's making me harder. The sound of her
whimpers and her futile struggles, the taste of her blood, the feeling of my
sire drinking from me, or the way he's rubbing my cock. All I know is I'm a
very happy vampire. I'd only be happier if he'd let me come.
I
continue to stroke his cock with one hand and I grab the brunette's head with
the other. I twist my fingers in her hair and hold her close to my boy's mouth
so he can drink his fill.
I start
thrusting against his ass and let out a feral growl as the pressure builds. The
intensity from these types of hunts is incredible and usually leads to
incredible, mind-blowing sex. And since I never got to fuck him on the plane,
I'm seriously looking forward to it.
I can
taste her blood entering me through his blood. It's amazing really how quickly
it will move through the body. Darla, Will, Dru and I used to circulate our
blood throughout the four of us. It would take about an hour to complete the
circle, but the high is truly exquisite.
"Xander,"
I growl into his ear and his blood drips from my fangs onto his shirt. Oh well,
we'll get a new one tomorrow.
I think
I already mentioned oh shit, but really. OH SHIT! I can feel his cock pressing
against my ass and it turns me on even more. And it takes me a minute to
realize that the brunette is very much drained. I'm *so* glad he found me more
than one, though. Because I'm still so hungry.
I push
her body to the side, and grin at the blonde as I lean in to lick at her throat.
And I smell it now, the change in her scent. I didn't give myself a chance to
notice it before. It must be the fear. I like it.
"You
sure you don't want her?" I ask Angelus. I know he drank from me, so maybe
he's had his fill. But I want to make sure. I wouldn't want to be greedy, now,
would I? Well, yes, I would, but I can restrain myself since it's my sire.
I lick
his neck where my mark will forever be, before holding the girl's wrists
against the wall, and pinning my boy against her. "I like to watch,"
I remind him, my voice husky with desire. "But... we could play with her a
little, first. If you're up for it." I leave it up to him, because it is
hard to let go of that last shred of humanity. It often takes a few weeks to be
ready for anything more than just feeding. And by how hard his cock was
earlier, playing might not be his top priority...
It's
not that I have issues with playing with her. It's tempting. And I'll
definitely have to ask him to teach me some 'playing' techniques with my next victim,
tomorrow night. But at the moment, I have only one thing on my mind.
I might
be over-stepping some line here. I'm feeling brave though. I rub back against
his cock and say, "Don't' wanna waste my time on her. I'd rather play with
you." And then I rip into her throat with my fangs, growling when she
tries to scream, the sound cut off by my hand still squeezing her throat.
He's
going to be absolutely priceless to me! I can already tell. He'll be truly vicious,
once he's gotten some experience under his belt.
I hold
her hands to the wall as he feeds. I continue to thrust against his ass, and I
know he's torn between wanting the blood and wanting me. Lesson number... what
am I on? Five? Sure.
Lesson
five: opening the blood.
Blood can
such a unique and effective way of communication. He's got me inside him and he
has to use that. Granted, it's not *talking*, but it can be either soothing or
agitating. It can be a locator and a guide. Blood is everything. He's had a
taste of it and now he's ready.
So I open
the floodgates. I'm not too sure *how* this part works, or how I *do* it. I
just know I do it. And when I open the gates, I let him feel the true presence
of his sire and our clan's history. He might not *know* it, but he feels it
inside.
Just like
I did during my first kill, when Darla watched me and let me feel it.
It's a
profound and powerful experience, from what I remember. I'd forgotten how much
I loved having new childer.
I
suddenly lose all interest in her. I need him. I can feel him inside me still,
from when I drank from him. And now it's like that blood is ... calling to me.
Or something. I'm definitely *not* a poet, not good at putting feelings into
words. I just know what I feel. I want him. Need him. I need to feel that he
wants me.
I let
her fall to the ground, not quite dead. Close enough. I turn and look up at
him. "Sire..."
"Childe,"
I reply before yanking him roughly to me. I crush him against my chest as I
pierce his lips with my fangs before thrusting my tongue into his mouth. I move
us back against the wall and pin him there so I can slam his hips against the
bricks. I growl into his mouth as he returns my urgency.
Oh fuck
me. Well, I guess that's the intent. And I can't get close enough to him to
satisfy the need. I wrap my arms around his waist and thrust my hips against
his. He growls and sucks at my lower lip, taking all the blood he can get.
I break
the kiss and whimper when he slides a hand between us to pinch at one of my
nipples roughly. "Sire..." He licks his way down to my throat, biting
at it playfully. "Please..." I gasp. "Can we... go
back....room?" I think I was missing a few words, there. Hopefully, he'll
figure out what they were and get my meaning.
I pull away
as I let a deep laugh escape my airless lungs. "Seems to me," I say
as I lick his lips, "That *someone* said he wasn't attracted to me."
I know it wasn't him, but I want to hear it. I need to hear it. I need to hear
Xander Harris confess.
I can't
believe he's bringing *that* up. Well, actually, I can. I deserve it. Even
though it wasn't really *me*, it *was* me. Oh yeah, that made NO sense
whatsoever, but it also does. It *was* me. Or at least, he's still here. But
now *I* - the demon - am also here. And so I'm not totally him anymore but...
Damn, and I thought the internal babbling would stop when I was dead. I guess I
was wrong there. And ow, it still makes my head hurt when I do it.
I shake
my head to make the babbling stop and look down at the ground. "I was.
Am." I admit softly. "You know that. And now... you ... you made me.
I..." Like I said, I'm wonderful with words.
"I
*did* make you," I repeat. "You're mine. Aren't you? Tell me. Tell me
I'm your Master. Tell me I'm your Lord and Master." Sure, it's a stupid
request, but consider it lesson six. Or a continuation of the first five.
Okay,
embarrassing much? Oh god, a Cordelia-ism! Nonononono! Bad Xander.
"I...I'm
yours," I say, still staring at the ground because it's fascinating.
Really. "You're my... lordandmaster." There, that wasn't too bad. Now
hopefully we can go back to the motel room.
And thus
commences lesson seven. A personal favorite of mine.
Dominance
and submission.
I growl
and slam his wrists into the wall while jamming my knees in between his and
spreading them. The pants are tight, not only so I can see how aroused he is,
and because he looks damn fine in them, but they also (when pulled taut) are
*tight* and painful on an oversensitive and purple cock.
I moan,
at the pain of the leather on my erection. I've been hard for a good hour and
it really hurts. "Sire," I gasp. "Please...It
hurts...Please..."
One of my
own personal rules? There can never be enough begging.
"You
*will* look at me when you address me," I command. "You will speak
clearly *and* audibly, especially when addressing me as your Lord and
Master."
I thrust
against him hard and he squeals as I spread his legs a little more.
"I'm
sorry," I say, meeting his eyes. "Please forgive me. I *am* yours. I didn't
mean... I'm sorry."
He
seems to be waiting for something else. Shit. I wonder if vampires can blush?
Because this is a little bit humiliating. Oh well. Not like I've never been
humiliated before. And besides, if it can get us back to the hotel room any
faster, I'll deal with the embarrassment. "You..."
Say it.
Just say it. Some time tonight. Before sunrise, preferably. "You're my
Lord and Master."
Obedience,
submission and loyalty. These are the only three things I demand from my
childer. I don't think I'm that unreasonable.
But
Harris always had an air of defiance about him and I dealt with enough
misbehavior with Will to know I must set my limits.
I hold
him there pinned against the wall a few more minutes, while I jerk his thighs
open, increasing the pressure on his poor, abused cock. He does manage to
maintain eye contact with me throughout the whole three minutes, which is very
good.
Then, I
release him rapidly, which *also* makes the pain worse. *That* one Darla taught
me, when I was not even a day old. After a prolonged amount of pressure, the
release of said pressure is almost more painful than when the pressure
initially began.
I bite
my tongue to keep from crying out at the pain. I can't help the panting for
breath, though. I don't try to beg him to stop because it would just tick him
off more. And somehow, I keep my gaze locked with his.
Oh,
god. I'm relieved when he lets up, but then it hurts so much worse. I cry out
as I try to stay standing, but fail and fall to my knees. Shit. This probably
makes me seriously twisted, but I still want him, even after all that.
Maybe
because of it. I *am* a demon now. And besides, something tells me that if he
wanted to *seriously* hurt me, I'd be screaming. And begging. And bleeding. And
that thought sends a shiver down my spine. No, I really don't want to meet
Angelus' bad side. I remember how Giles looked when *he* met it. Okay, bad
mental image can go away now.
He falls
to his knees, which is what I was aiming for anyway. I make quick work of my
fly and give myself a stroke or two while he tries to get his bearings. He
tries to stand but he can't. All his blood is currently pounding in his cock,
demanding release that, if he's smart, will not come.
He looks
up at me and I grab his head and place my cock at his lips.
I remain
silent. He needs to start learning his place and what is expected of him
without a spoken word. He needs to start relying on the blood.
Okay, I
can do this. Just because I've never given a blowjob before, doesn't mean I
*can't*. Shit. Who am I kidding? I'll probably be terrible at it and then he'll
be mad and---
Stop.
Panicking. Now.
Okay,
the inner demon is very handy. An internal shut-the-fuck-up device. Extremely
needed when you're me.
I *can*
do this. It's not as if I haven't had it *done* to me a few times. I'll just do
what I like and hopefully he'll give me hints to let me know what he wants. I
open my mouth and suck at the head of his cock as one of my hands starts to
stroke him. My other hand comes up to squeeze his balls, gently.
"Good
boy," I say as I pat his head.
Apparently,
I'm Lassie now. But whatever. If I get him off, hopefully he'll feel like
returning the favor. Maybe. Or let me take care of it myself. I don't care, as
long as I can come soon.
I
stroke him harder and also increase the suction as I take him in deeper. I
taste his pre-cum in my mouth and it isn't bad. Actually it's good. It's him,
so maybe that has something to do with why I like it.
Then I
remember something else I enjoy when An-- when others used to do this to me. I
start to hum around his length, as I continue to move up and down his cock.
"Fuck
yeah, Xander," I growl as I hold his head and deny myself the urge to just
fuck his mouth. No. If I were the Master, then I'd do that; but I think (and I
saw it with Will time and time again) that the submissive can (and should) also
derive some pleasure from pleasing his master. And if I were to fuck his face before
he's ready for that, then he would not *want* to do this another time.
And we
can't have that.
So I
growl to encourage him and massage his scalp as he sucks me in again.
"Shitthat'sgood."
I can't
help smiling at the way he reacts. The way *I* make him react. So I'm not
terrible at this after all. That's good.
I can't
ignore my painful erection, though. It's throbbing with need and I moan. I
wish... No. Something tells me that what I know about him as a control freak
means he won't let me get myself off. But damn it, it fucking hurts!
Only
one thing to do for it, though: work harder to make him come. I take him in
again, and if I could remind myself I *don't* need to breathe... Okay.... I
can. That's good. So that means I should be able to...relax my throat muscles
and take him all the way down my throat. It takes a lot of concentration to
ignore the instinctive gag reflex, but his reaction is worth it, when I swallow
around his cock.
"OHFUCK!"
I shout and *barely* maintain control. I was *NOT* expecting *that*. Especially
not so soon! I don't think he's sucked many cocks, if any. But he swallows
around m- "SHITXANDER!" I clutch his head tighter as I feel my balls
tighten. Soon.
I pull
back and take another chance, letting my still-blunt teeth graze his cock. Just
lightly, I'm not suicidal. Then I deep-throat him again, humming around his
length. He growls and pulls at my hair and I guess that means he likes it. So I
continue, moving faster up and down along his cock, as it gets easier for me to
take him in.
I drop
my hand away, when I discover I can take him all the way down my throat, but
continue fondling his balls with the other. I can feel them tighten and I think
he's close. I hope so, anyway.
I
increase the suction on his cock, trying to bring him over the edge. I look up
at him, not breaking my rhythm. His eyes flash golden and it's an awesome thing
to see. This is Angelus, who's over two hundred years old, and I'm *still*
managing to pleasure him. Slight ego boost there.
"YeahXandlikethat,"
I growl. I really do try to be vocal for my lovers, so they know what I like
and what I don't. But pretty much, anything involving my cock and someone's
mouth is okay by me.
I'm
sliding down his throat so easily, I'm going to take it to the next and see
what he does. Another one of my rules? Always please the master.
I hold
his head still and let my hips guide my cock down his throat, as I start
fucking his gorgeous mouth. My hips pump faster and faster unti-
"SHIIIIIIIIT!!" I scream, and come with a howl as I shoot down his
throat. Surprisingly, he takes it all. The harsh use of his face and my cum.
I'm
pleased.
I release
him and step away. One more little lesson and then we'll move this elsewhere.
I
wasn't completely surprised when he fucked my mouth. I think the demon in me
was expecting it. I don't know. It wasn't terrible.
And his
cum wasn't difficult to swallow. Like I said before, it's part of him, so it's
almost as good as his blood.
He
steps back and I stay on my knees, waiting for his next order.
I just
stand there looking down at him, with my weeping cock sticking out. "Shall
we go?" I ask after a few seconds.
I get
to my feet, using the wall to brace myself. Shit, I'm gonna have to *walk* with
this painful erection? I look at him and say, "Whatever you want,
Sire."
Lesson
numero... whatever... finds him pinned against the wall again, only this time,
with my knee pushing on his cock, which must be ready to explode. We'll have fun
with that later.
SHIT!
"What..." I gasp. "What did I do?"
"You'd
have your Master leave an alley with his cock sticking out?" I growl
before biting his bottom lip. "Doesn't sound very respectable." Then,
I back away and push him to his knees again, making sure he lands over my boot,
which I use to torment his poor cock even more.
"Fix
it," I growl.
"I'm
sorry," I whimper. "I wasn't thinking." Gasping from the pain, I
reach up to tuck him back into his pants, fastening them. Then I look up at him
again, hoping he can accept my apology.
I smile
down into his desperate eyes and I can't help myself. I'm weak.
Weak for
pretty eyes. And he *did* just pleasure me more than I'd expected...
I start rocking
my foot, making sure the steeled tip really rubs him, as I open the gates
again.
I let the
blood the speak for me as it boils inside, and I just look down (and if I did
this right... then...) "Come," I command.
"SIRE!"
I scream, as I climax suddenly. My whole body trembles, and oh, fuck. I gasp
for breath and when I finally get a grip on myself, I'm not sure I can stand
up. That was... intense isn't a strong enough word.
Perfect.
I step away and say, "Let's
go."
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