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 realize
walking must be painful for him, but it's also a good time for him to, for *me*
to see Darla. She said, the day after she kicked Spike and Dru out, that she
refused to see any more of my childer unless I could prove they'd been
disciplined like *I* had been. And when I told her about my new project, she
seemed less than thrilled, having figured it was a childe. So now there's
proof. He's not another Will and as reluctant as *I* am to take him there, the
punishment is still fresh, he's in pain and I hate myself.
And
*that's* how she'll know he won't be another Will.
He
follows me hesitantly up the stairs and the minions just inside the door let me
and mine pass through. "Where is she?" I ask one.
"The
parlor, Master Angelus, she's been expecting you."
Yeah, I'm
sure she has. She felt my pain and I'm sure she was thrilled.
Another minion
opens the door to the parlor for us and I find her on top of some guy feeding.
"Angelus," she says, delighted at seeing me.
Shit! I
never told Xander one of her rules about minions and fledges: no speaking
unless spoken to. I hope he figures it out.
"Lover,"
I say as I walk over to her. I lean down and kiss her. She bites my lip with
her bloodied fangs as she looks behind me at Xander.
"I
see you've brought *it*."
I
follow Angelus into the house, slowly. I hate these leather pants. Or maybe
it's just the fact that I'm sore from the rape. Yeah, that's probably it.
We
enter a room and there she is. I'm more than happy to stay back by the door. If
I don't make myself noticeable, hopefully I won't piss her off. I remember
Darla. Very psychotic, tried to kill Buffy. So I'm thinking she probably has a
jealous streak when it comes to Angelus. I don't want to do anything to set it
off.
Okay, a
little jealous when he kisses her. God, why couldn't he have just killed me on
the plane?? She looks over at me and I see she's not happy. Oh, let me guess.
He turned me without her permission, this is just great. "I see you've
brought 'it'," she says.
I bite
back my ready sarcastic comment. Something tells me she doesn't have the same
sense of humor I do. And I've been punished enough, thanks.
"Xander,"
I tell her as I sit beside her on the couch and slide my hands down her naked
form to where she's joined with the near-dead man. "His name is Xander and
he's my childe."
"Do
I look stupid to you, Angelus?"
"Of
course not."
"I
knew this would happen! Get lonely and craving a cock and you can't just take a
minion!" She starts ranting, so I silence her with a kiss as I slip my
finger inside her cunt. I rub her G-spot as she flexes her muscles around both
my finger and the man's cock.
I end the
kiss but continue to move my finger, "He's Xander, and he's living
here."
"He
will *not* live in my home, Angelus!"
Okay,
more than a little worried. Not that I want to live with him (yeah right!), but
I just got turned. It's not like I can take care of myself. Can I?
Okay
maybe I could. But what fun would that be? I didn't fight off Angelus because I
was sick of my loser, pathetic life. All alone, nobody to miss me...
And if
I'm just going to get that again, well, that really sucks.
"Darla,"
I moan as I start to nibble her neck and move down to he-
"STOP
THIS!" She growls as she twists the guy's neck and rips my hand away from
her.
"STEVEN!"
She bellows and a minion rushes into the room. "Get rid of it," she
orders as she stands up. He takes the body and carries it to the door and she
adds, "And see that my bath is ready in ten minutes."
"Yes,
Mistress," he replies before leaving. I'm able to catch the petrified look
on Xander's face before turning back to her.
"Darla,"
I start to plead.
"NO!"
She growls and smacks me, cutting my cheek with her claws. "I will not do
it again, Angelus! I like my home and I will *not* run again! I won't let you
bring another William into my house."
William?
Oh, Spike. Oh shit. I think I get it. I remember Spike wasn't too fond of
either version of the vampire standing in front of me. Helped get him sucked
into Hell, in fact. Of course I did my part too.... But that's not the point.
The point is Darla apparently wasn't too fond of Spike either.
But why
would she think I'm like him? I haven't even *done* anything yet. Other than do
my best to keep from making Angelus mad. And okay I screwed *that* plan up, but
aren't I allowed to make mistakes? I mean, I'm like ONE day old, right?
I step
out of the way as the vampire walks out with the dead body. And I look back at
the others, because I wouldn't want to be accused of not paying attention. I am
glad that Angelus is trying to convince her to let me stay, though. And a
little surprised. I didn't even really believe he'd want me here.
"He
isn't. He won't be," I insist.
"And
that's what you said after the *first* incident with William."
"Let
it go!" I growl at her, which earns me another slap, this time harder and deeper.
"Don't
treat me with such disrespect, Angelus! I'm not above stringing you up for a
few days again," she threatens.
Okay, I
admit it. I'm scared, in a 'want to curl up in a ball and disappear' kind of
way. She's ... scary. She gets away with hitting Angelus, so that would be
reason enough to fear her, as far as I'm concerned. And this doesn't look like
it's going well.
Yes,
everyone, I'd like you to meet my mate.
My chosen
mate.
And she
really isn't that bad, except right now she's pissed and rightly so. She
forbade me from making any more childer just for this reason. Just because
Spike had to fuck everything up before. But it was so long ago...
I step
close to her and lean down to kiss her, but she pushes me away. "You
cannot charm your way out of this one, Angelus, anymore than you can prove to
me that this will be different. Your track record, however, speaks very
different of you."
"Well,
smell him, Darla. You *know* what I did. You *felt* it inside. I know you
did," I tell her. "Give him a chance. If you don't like him, if he
does something wrong, you can stake him if it pleases you."
Okay,
now way past scared and well into terrified. This is wonderful. I wonder how
many vampires have lived - or unlived - for only one day?
She steps
curiously around me and laughs. "You *are* a sick fuck, Angelus. I may be
old but I *do* remember the slayer's friend."
"But
she's dead and he was very much alive. *Was* being the operative word."
"Xander,"
she says as she walks over to him. "You hard, Boy?"
And I
actually cross my fingers and hopes he remembers all the lessons previous and
answers her properly.
Hey, I
thought I was doing invisible really well! This isn't fucking fair. "Um...
Y-y-yes..." Oh shit. What do I call her? Darla? Doubtful. Sire? Don't
think so. Oh wait. The other vampire said.... "Mistress?"
Pleasepleasepleaseplease let that be the right answer.
"Let
me see," she says and I do everything I can to give him the information. I
will it to him. 'Just drop your pants and say 'Yes, Mistress'.' It's my new
mantra. I just think it over and over and over. Please, let him get this right.
Shit.
Well, I guess the 'Mistress' part was right. But now what? I look over to
Angelus, hoping for a hint. He just nods at me and it almost seems like he
feels sorry for me. That's silly, right? Maybe.
"Do
you not speak English, Boy? I said *now*," she growls.
I know
I'm thinking it a lot, but it works: shit. I look back at her. "Yes,
Mistress. Sorry, Mistress." Good, no stuttering this time. I unfasten my
pants and push them down. And here I thought the embarrassment couldn't
possibly get worse. But of course fate likes humiliating Xander. How silly of
me to think that would change once I was turned!
And she
already knows that he's not a William. Spike was never this cooperative and
quiet. He *also* would have called her on the 'I said now' statement, since she
didn't technically say 'now'.
I watch
her squeeze his poor, begging cock before tugging on his balls a couple times.
Good, just
stand there and take it, Xander.
Then, she
walks around and sees his bloodied ass. I cringe and jerk when I hear her slap
it hard and the smell of his fresh blood hits my nostrils. Damn nails!
I don't
know how, but I manage not to make a sound when she jerks on my cock and balls.
But I'm thinking: OWFUCKBITCHLETGO! And then she lets go. Thank god.
She
walks around behind me and I swallow hard. She knows now, what he did. But
she'll be happy, right? I mean, he punished me so: OW! But I bite my tongue to
keep from crying out.
And by
the look on his face, I *know* she's sticking a finger inside him as I watch.
Probably her longest nail. Bitch! I growl but she flashes me her 'look'. That
same one that my mother used to give me when she caught me doing something bad.
I can
tell when she yanks her finger out. Good, he managed not to whimper. I don't
know *how*, but I'll sure as hell praise him for it later.
She walks
back over to me. "I'm impressed," she says and I know how hard it is
for her to admit that. "But I'm not convinced." Dammit!
"Darla,
*please*," I say while looking deeply into her eyes. "*Please*,"
I repeat.
"Two
weeks," she decides. "Two weeks or *you'll* stake him." And then
she walks to the door that leads to her bathroom. "Of course I'll expect
you in my bed before noon," she says before leaving.
God. I'm
relieved. It was touch and go for a few seconds. I look over at him and oh,
boy, now it's *me* who doesn't wanna look at *him.*
"Let's
get upstairs," I say. "You're overdue for a bath."
Bitch.
I'm bleeding. Again. Ow isn't a strong enough reaction.
But a
bath sounds good, I guess. I glance over at him briefly and nod. I can't look
at him for too long, though. This is his fault. Yeah, if I just keep telling
myself, some day I might be convinced.
I pull
my pants up again and fasten them. "Lead the way," I say, looking up
at him again. That 'look at him when I'm talking to him' rule probably can't be
ignored. "Please. Sire." Just covering all my bases.
Alright.
This is good. Darla has agreed. Two weeks. Two weeks to show her and prove to
her than Xander wants what is best for this family. Two weeks to show her that
Xander is talented and can offer us something more than the other minions can.
Two weeks to make her *not* want him dead.
No, I'm
not worried.
We get up
to my room, and I close and lock the door behind us. "If you wanna strip,
I'll go run the bath." And then I walk into the bathroom. I've got my work
cut out for me.
Do I *want*
to strip? No. But I'm pretty clear on the fact that I don't have a choice in
the matter. So I unbutton my shirt, laying it on the bed. And then the pants.
And I try to figure out a way *out* of what I'm pretty sure is going to happen
next, but my brain's no help. It's pretty much stuck on chanting, 'ow, fuck it
hurts.'
At
least I'm not bleeding anymore. I always knew vampires had that useful
fast-healing thing. And I know I'll probably be *physically* okay again in a
day or two. How long will it be before I'm actually looking forward to sex
again, though? A while, I think.
I hear
water running and glance over at the bathroom door. A bath *does* sound good.
Even if Angelus *is* in there... It's not like I can avoid him forever. He's
kind of persistent like that.
I get
up the nerve to walk over to the bathroom and open the door. He's sitting by
the bathtub, checking the water temperature. I don't really have anything to
say, so I just stand by the door. I figure he'll tell me what to do sooner or
later.
See, I
hate this. This is exactly *why* I loved what I had with Will. I hate these
silences and awkwardnesses and awkward silences.
I look
over at him, standing there, with his hand in front of his penis so I don't get
ideas. Damn. I always have *those.* But for now, I have to show him he doesn't
have to walk on pins and needles with me.
"I
put some Epsom salt in the water. It should speed up the healing a bit. Might
sting at first, but- it'll help."
I look
back at the water level and it's about where it should be. I stop the water and
stand up. "Why don't you get in?"
I
suppose I can do that. And I don't really care about it stinging, it really
can't hurt any more than it did when he shoved his COCK UP MY ASS!
Yeah,
slightly bitter. I think I'm a entitled, though
I walk
over, and step into the tub. I sit down and I think OW! and FUCK! would be
appropriate sentiments. SHIT, too. I bite my lower lip to keep from saying any
of the above.
I'm sure it
hurts. I *know* it hurts. Not like I've never been fucked before.
I sit on
the edge of the tub as he tries to relax. The water is starting to tint red
already. I look down at him, "Xander," I say.
He looks
up reluctantly at me. I place my wrist in front of his mouth. "Drink.
It'll help."
Now
what I don't get, at the moment, is why he *wants* to help me. I thought ...
no, I'm just going to stick with the multiple personality theory. This is
nice-Angelus, the other one is evil-Angelus. And I just have to figure out how
to keep nice-Angelus as the dominant personality.
And I'm
starting to understand why Spike wanted to help send him to Hell. I could see
how spending a few months with him might make you not want him around anymore.
And I'm sure Spike had issues with evil-Angelus going all the way back to their
distant past, so I get the wanting to get rid of evil-Angelus for good, thing.
But I
guess since he's being nice, I shouldn't ruin his good mood. And I did lose
more than a little blood, earlier. I grab his wrist and sink my fangs into it.
Shit.
Sire's blood. Way too fucking good, but unfortunately it brings back that need
again. And I don't want to need him. Or want him.
But
apparently my body doesn't care *what* I want. My cock twitches, and if it's
possible, I'm even harder. He pulls his wrist away after a few more seconds and
I let go of it, dropping my hands to my lap to cover my obvious erection.
"Thanks," I mumble.
I reach
down between his legs.
I push
his hand away. "No!" Oh, shit. Not smart, Xander. Not smart at all.
"I'm sorry," I say, looking back up at him, to see if he's pissed. I
can't tell what he's feeling. "I didn't mean to, Sire. I'm sorry."
Oh, god. Don't do it again.
I bite
back the growl. He's just nervous and scared. I can feel it on him. Confusion.
Anger. All perfectly justified.
"No,"
I say. "I..." I stick my hand quick between his legs and pull the
plug. I hold it up for a second before placing it on the tub ledge. "The
water's bloody," I tell him. "Lean forward and let me wash your- lean
forward," I say. "Then we'll run more water."
Okay, I
feel like an idiot. He wasn't trying... *Such* an idiot.
I'm
glad to not have to look at the water anymore. It was kind of gross. Other people's
blood is one thing, but seeing my own
is*still* as not fun as it used to be.
I lean
up a little, as he asked.
I take
the scrubbie and soap it up, before starting at his neck and moving down in
small circles. I slowly work my way down to the swell of his ass and I can feel
him tense. He goes rigid but I place my hand on his back and push him forward
so I can really clean him.
Relax,
Xander. He's just trying to help. At least he doesn't know ...
Shit,
yes he does. I am reeking of fear. I don't know why I didn't notice it before.
That's just wonderful. Well, at least I don't have to worry about trying to
hide it. I just hope I'm not breaking one of his rules.
I lean
forward further and will myself not to make a sound. The sooner I let him just
do this, the sooner it'll be over. At least this part anyway.
"Just
try to relax," I tell him. "I'm not going to hurt you."
It's
almost laughable really. I know he doesn't believe me. I continue to clean him
carefully, though. Hoping to distract him just a little, I say, "Turn the
water on again, Xan. We'll fill the tub up again and you can soak for a
while."
I nod
and obey him, taking a minute to get the temperature right. Anything not to
think about where his hands are as he gently cleans the dried blood from my
ass. And he is being gentle, I have to admit it. I'm just not quite able to
relax. I keep waiting for the moment when he'll decide he wants to get off
again.
Once I'm finished, I stand up. I
open the drawer under the sink, pulling out the candles. I set some on the sink
and light them, before shutting the lights off. Then I leave and go into the
bedroom. I turn down the sheets and find him some boxers to wear.
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