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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I get
to my feet, using the wall again to assist me. "Yes, Sire." I follow
him out of the alley, ignoring my shaky legs.
Of
course I'm not sure what it says for me that he just thoroughly humiliated me
and yet I'm following him like a little puppy. Oh wait, I know what it says for
me. I've always had a serious need for appreciation. So when I get it, even a little,
I'm hooked.
And I
can't help myself when it comes to Angelus. Because he's my sire. And, well,
he's Angelus. I think that alone is a pretty good reason.
When I
catch up with him, I decide to change the subject. Of course he didn't know
there *was* a subject but anyway... "So how'd you get me off the
plane?" I ask. "I mean, wasn't it hard, since I was dead?"
"You
passed out," I tell him with a smile as I take his hand in mine. "Or
at least, that's what everyone *else* thought."
"Oh,"
I say. And he's holding my hand again! God, I need psychological help.
Actually, that would've been useful *before* he turned me. Oh well.
We're
about a block away from the motel and I'm more than a little nervous. I can't
help wondering if he has more lessons to teach me, and how much they'll hurt.
Not that I totally hated them so far, but I know he's capable of worse. So I
should remember to be glad I'm not *getting* the worst yet.
I pull
him close to me and wrap my arm around his waist. "I *did* keep my promise
though," I tell him as I spot a young man. He's twenty-five, maybe 26.
Perfect. Lesson eight will commence shortly.
"Promise?"
I ask. "What promise?"
I watch
the young man as he walks. He's absolutely pe- "The promise. You
know," I say, "I only killed *you*, on the plane."
"Oh."
I say. Still as eloquent as ever, I guess. And it shouldn't matter to me that
he didn't kill those people. And it doesn't, or not for the reasons it would've
if I were still human. Now, it matters because he actually kept a promise, to
*me*.
Yeah, I
really need help. This isn't anything special to him. He's got Darla waiting at
home for him. Wherever home is. I need to try to remember that I'm the childe
and he doesn't even have to keep me around, if he doesn't want to. But that
doesn't mean I can't enjoy whatever time we *do* have.
"So,
what's next on the agenda?" I ask with a smile.
"Dessert,"
I tell him.
I point
to the man that I saw earlier. He's actually stopped on the corner for some
reason. "I'm hungry," I tell him. I didn't eat before. Granted, I
drank from him, but it's not fresh blood.
I step
ahead of him and he knows enough to keep step behind me. That's good. He may
not be doing it intentionally, but he's learning to read the blood.
The man
takes a step back as I approach him. "Evenin'," I say.
"Hello."
I can
smell the slight tinge of fear, wariness. Nice. "Kinda late to be out,
innit?"
"Yes,
I suppose. But- I like the dark."
"As
do I, *we*," I correct myself pointing back to Xander, "My brother,"
I explain. "We were just out walkin'. He's getting married tomorrow, but
we're new to town so we lack a proper bachelor party. Feel like a beer?"
I stay
back, because I think it's what he wants. And, because well, Angelus' ass in
tight leather? Wow.
It's
interesting, watching him with this human. Seeing how he draws his prey in. I
never took the time to pay attention before, I was too busy trying to ignore
his power. This guy's afraid, a little, but he just can't make himself trust
that fear. And I remember why. Angelus seems so harmless. So easy to talk to.
Until
he strikes.
"Oh,
I don't know," the man replies.
I laugh
innocently, "Come on, not like we bite."
He laughs
off his well-placed fear and nods his head, "Why not? I could go for a
drink."
"So
could I," I leer while shooting a look back at Xander. The art of a good
kill.
And of
course, there are lessons within lessons. Especially for my new childe.
"I
know a great bar, it's actually on the other end of that alley over there.
Found it yesterday, when I was lookin' for a coffee shop. There are Starbuck's
*every*where these days, aren't there?"
The guy
laughs and falls into step between Xander and me. Perfect.
We enter the
alley, which I know is a dead end. Okay, so I guess Atlanta isn't *that* bad,
since it *does* have plenty of places for a good kill. Nice of the city
planners to build a demon's playground.
God,
that was just *too* easy. Was *I* that easy? Probably. And I hope I can learn
to be as good at this as he is, some day.
Ooh
look. I have a new role model. Wouldn't mom be proud?!
I
follow them into the alley, trying to remember that I'm the
"brother". So that means it would kind of freak the guy out if I wanted
to hold Angelus' hand. Or something else. Shit. I'm hard again. So fast?
Apparently something else fun about being a vampire.
I can't
help the smirk that forms on my face when I inhale the arousal of my boy in the
air. Again.
We get to
the end of the alley and the man sighs, "Guess you don't quite remember
where it is, huh?"
I turn
around and chuckle, "Oh, I know exactly where we are. We're exactly where
I wanted to be."
With
that, fear drenches the air and drips from my fangs as they elongate.
God I
love being a vampire! He steps back, right into Xander. Right on cue. Perfect,
Boy, perfect.
"Wh-
what are you?" The man gasps.
"Your
death," I say. He starts to scream but Xander grabs his mouth from behind.
"Although it usually would be quicker, tonight's gonna be just a bit
longer."
He tries
to struggle and break free, but Xander does me proud as he stands there. Yes,
he's learning. He's learning how to use his strength *and* his body mass to his
advantage. Wonderful.
Wow. I didn't
even have to think about it. I just *knew* what my sire wanted me to do, where
he wanted me. That was so fucking weird.
I grab
the guy as he tries to leave. And surprisingly, it isn't hard to hold him
still. He's about my size, but I guess it makes sense that I'd be stronger. I
*am* a demon. But the way he squirms around really adds to how horny I am. Oh
god, this is sick.
But I'm
completely okay with that. I'm a demon. I get turned on by fear, and this human
is reeking of it. So that's why I'm turned on. That, plus watching my sire in
action.
I
approach the man and grab his cock. He tries to scream but I cover his mouth
with mine and bite his tongue, hard.
I rip his
pants off and look over his shoulder at Xander. "Fuck him, Xander," I
command.
"Hard."
What? I
mean, um, yes, I'm horny, but I wasn't thinking.... Okay, this shouldn't be an
issue. And it isn't. But...
The man's
eyes get wide and the fear intensifies incredibly. It fills my senses, and I
growl in response to it. This much fear is like a drug-induced high. It's
intoxicating.
But, back
to the lesson at hand.
Lesson
eight, I believe. Lesson eight has a number of levels. First off, it's a
hunting lesson and he's done splendidly with that. It's also helped him trust
his instincts. But more than that, it lets him feel what I feel or what I
*will* feel.
The
exquisite tightness of a virgin's ass... nothing like it in the world. And I
know, I've had a lot.
And the
last part of the lesson will be given at the end.
"Xander,"
I growl. "Your sire gave your an order. You *will* obey." Oh yes, add
obedience to the list as well.
Okay,
that sounds like a good idea. No making Angelus mad. "Yes, Sire.
Sorry," I say quickly. Angelus holds the human while I unfasten my leather
pants, pushing them and my boxers off my hips. And I can do this. It's not like
I don't need to come.
And
it's not like I care about inflicting pain, either. Right. So do it.
I guide
my cock to his hole and thrust inside. Oh fuuuck. He's so tight. And he's
making these little whimpering sounds that are quite delicious to hear. I pull
back a little and slam all the way inside. "SHIT!" I yell.
As he
slams inside, I tear the man's jugular open and cover his mouth with my hand to
muffle the screams. The fear is overwhelming, as is Xander's arousal. I thrust
against the man as well, seeking some relief from my own arousal. But I'll get
it soon enough.
I doubt
this will be a lesson Xander will learn the first time.
I reach
around the man and squeeze Xander's ass before pushing a bloody finger inside
his hole and stroking his prostate as I drink.
"FUCK!"
I moan. I've never... Oh shit. And he's so fucking tight and oh shit. Angelus.
His finger. I'm not gonna last!
I bite
my hand to stifle my scream as I come.
BINGO!
The man
is drained by now. I tear him from between us and throw him to the ground
before yanking Xander to me.
"You
*NEVER* come without permission!" I growl at him before tearing into his
neck and stroking him to full hardness again.
I whimper
as I grab his shirt. Shit. And can I also add: oops?
He grabs
my shirt but it doesn't stop me from throwing him to the ground. Lesson eight?
Obedience. I said *fuck* not *come*.
Also
submission.
I'm really
in trouble now. I know it. I'm more than a little scared of what he's going to
do. "I'm sorry. I didn't--" No, I won't lie. He'll know it's a lie,
and he'll hurt me worse. I *did* know, somehow, that I wasn't supposed to come.
I just didn't stop myself. "I'm sorry, Sire. Please forgive me." I
look up at him, pleadingly.
Unfortunately,
his apologies mean nothing to me. Darla accused me of letting Will get away
with too much and not being able to control him. She was right, and I think it
has something to do with how when I found myself hearing those same words from
Will's lips, I forgave. Xander will not be that lucky.
He landed
on the dead man and I flip him over so he's draped stomach-down over him,
before pushing my pants down. I climb on top of him, using the man's body to
prop his hips just so.
Perfect.
This is
going to hurt me more than it hurts you, Boy. But it's what must be done.
I *do*
take a few seconds to cover my cock in the dead man's blood that's leaking from
his bruised ass. It'll make it a little better for Xander, but it's still gonna
hurt like hell with no preparation.
I growl
before slamming inside him.
Oh
shit. He's not gonna... Okay, he is. I don't bother to beg him not to, I know
that's pointless.
I still
can't help screaming when he forces his way inside me. And to think, I was
almost looking forward to this earlier. Well, not *this* obviously. And I know,
I did it to myself by making him mad. But shit, he's tearing me apart.
I bite
my arm to keep my second scream from being heard. No need to make him angrier
or draw attention to us.
It *does*
hurt me. I can feel his pain in my blood and as his sire, I don't *like* doing
this. The only sick fuck I ever knew who *liked* raping his family was the
Master.
But I'm not
going to have another Will. And I *do* want Darla to accept him, therefore he
must be disciplined.
He must
also- and yes, I'm trying to talk myself into why this must be done, because if
I have to listen to him whimper one more time, I might stake myself- learn that
he cannot come without permission because if he ever did that with Darla, she'd
have his cock on a stick.
He needs
to learn how to make pain his pleasure and how he does not *ever* want to be in
this position again.
I *do*
start to nuzzle his neck softly as I feel him bleeding and tearing around me.
It starts to get easier because of the blood and I change my angle a bit
because I think he's well-learned his lesson. I catch the slightest hint of...
arousal and I know I've hit his prostate. I do it again while I wrap my arms
around his waist and stroke his cock in time with my thrusts.
Oh
gods. Why can't he just get this over with? I don't want to "Shit..."
enjoy it.
I can't
help it, though. I'm bleeding and while really OOOOOW! is my first reaction, my
second reaction is relief that he's moving a little easier. And then he starts
to stroke my cock. Fuck. I can't hold back a groan.
That's
it, make it your pleasure. Don't let me make it mine.
Well, not
completely.
I make
sure I hit his prostate every time I sheath myself in him. And he *is* tight.
Virginal, which is exactly what I expected. And of course, that makes it that
much worse for him.
But for
now, I need to come.
I let go,
because I'm the sire and that's what I'm supposed to do.
I start
pistoning in and out of him, hitting his prostate with every thrust. I let out
a growl as I sink my fangs into his neck and wrap my hand around the base of
his cock.
I scream
and growl as I fill him up with my seed and deny him the same relief.
I
whimper as I feel his semen shooting into me because it's kind of soothing. And
I don't even really care that he's not letting me come. I don't think I *want*
to come. Even if I did like it a little, it was only a little. And a guy can only
take so much humiliation.
Okay so
I liked it a little more than 'a little'. But I would've preferred it without
the bleeding. And I really wish I could hate him for this. I should.
But I
don't.
I stay on
top of him for a few seconds, before pulling out and standing up. He's not
moving yet, probably processing everything. "Don't *ever* make me do that
again," I say before heading down the alley. I'll wait for him to collect
himself.
It's
time. The time for lesson numbers nine and ten.
I think
I'm still processing the fact that he just raped me. Maybe because I'm becoming
very aware of the pain. And I think I should just run. Oh wait, dead end. Fuck.
And I
hate to admit it, but I don't want to leave him. I get to my feet, hissing at
the pain. I rip my white boxers away and leave them there. Mostly because I
just don't want to look at all that blood later. I pull my leather pants back
up and fasten them.
Okay,
he's waiting. I walk toward him, slowly. Not willing to look at him yet,
though.
Lesson
number ten is ongoing from lessons 1 thru 9. And it starts as soon as he slowly
walks out of the alley toward me.
He
refuses to look at me and I can understand that, which is where lesson ten
comes in handy.
I step
into him and take his face in my hands gently. I lick the corners of his mouth
before sucking on each lip softly. He seems reluctantly receptive, so I slip my
tongue in between his lips and then through his teeth and kiss him passionately
yet sweetly.
I slide
my hand down his body and cup his hardened, throbbing cock lovingly. Yes,
lesson ten is certainly handy.
Okay,
slightly confused now. Can a vampire have multiple personalities? Because if
so, I think Angelus has at least ... oh, ten?
But I can't
help myself. Something inside me still wants him. At least this version of him.
I let him kiss me and I even participate, sucking on his tongue when it thrusts
inside my mouth. And I think that whimper came from me.
I pull
away (leaving him wanting) and look at him, "Time to meet the
family," I say as I step to the curb. Luckily, the house is just down the
street.
Family?
What family? Oh. His. Ours. Huh? I thought--
Shut up
and just follow him.
Sounds
like a plan.
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