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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I can't
believe it. I can, but I can't. He wanted me, back then? Where was I, that I
didn't figure it out? Oh, now I remember. Trying to stay alive and away from
the evil vampire.
Stupid
me.
But he
*wanted* me?
Okay,
we've already established that. Time to move on, already.
He runs
his thumb over the scar and I can't help myself. I lean into his touch. "I
am," I say. I look up at him hesitantly, and add. "Yours."
I look
away again, to get up the nerve to say what I'm going to say next. I can't
believe I'm going to say it, either. And then I look back at his face, because
vampire rules... and I really *was* paying attention. "I'm ... I'm sorry,
Sire. I know I said a lot of things... trying to convince you - myself - that I
hated you. But I don't. Hate you, that is.
"I
... I spent a lot of time, when I was still alive trying to convince myself I
was more attracted to Angel than you. But I... I never really succeeded."
"Wow."
I...
"Wow."
I slip my
hand around his neck and pull him toward me for a kiss.
It's a
sweet kiss, and then I pull away. "Sun'll be up soon. You should
sleep," I tell him before standing up. I should go tend to Darla.
I grab
his hand. It reminds me how easy it was for me to let him take my hand in his
as we walked, earlier this evening. It felt... right.
He
doesn't pull away and I look up at him. He's just watching me, curiously.
"Angelus, please. I ... I'd like you to stay. I want..."
What do
I want? Well, short answer would be him. Longer answer... I haven't worked that
out, yet. I was kind of hoping to just figure that out, as we go.
"What?"
I ask, as if I didn't know. As if I couldn't feel it through the blood.
"What do you want?"
Of course
I asked for that, by being so vague. On a subconscious level, I probably did it
on purpose, too. "I want..." I can't look at his face. It's always
irritated me, how he seems to always be trying to read me. Know what I'm not
saying. It's ... disconcerting. Ooh. Big word. High school paid off.
But
back to the point.
I look
instead at his hand, the one that I'm still holding in mine. "I
want...you."
"You've
got me," I tell him. "I'm not going anywhere."
He's
purposefully being dense, I think. I look up at his eyes, and I see a hint of a
smile in them. So I'm right then.
Okay.
He knows what I want. I think I know what I want. The problem is, it wouldn't
be fair of me to start something and then wimp out on him before we....
But I
don't think I will. As long as he doesn't try to hurt me... that seems to be
the issue. Because earlier, when he had his fingers inside me, it hurt a
little, but the good definitely outweighed the bad. And I'm not dumb, I know
there will be a little pain. But I can deal with it, because I want him. I need
him.
"Angelus..."
I force myself to look up at his face. "Sire, please, I want... I want to
feel you inside me. "
"I
already have been, Childe," I say, while looking down at him. I know how
hard this is for him, but I have to make sure he means it, because at some
point in time, I won't be able to stop. And I don't want to hurt him again.
He *is*
my childe, after all.
"That
was more about punishment than sex, right?" I certainly hope so. "And
I want... I want you to show me the difference. That it can be better, when we
both want it." And have I mentioned that I hope vampires can't blush?
"I'm
not just saying it," I add. "I mean it. And I ... I trust you when
you say you don't want to hurt me."
"It can
be good, Xander," I tell him as I sit back down. "It can be *so*
good. And I'll show you." I look at him before adding, "that is... if
you really want me to."
"I
do," I nod.
I'm not
sure he believes me, though. I guess I can't blame him, since I've pretty much
been pushing him away for the past hour. But his not being aggressive is good,
too. It makes me feel less threatened.
And
after a another couple seconds, he still doesn't make a move. So I get up the
nerve to. I reach up and pull his head down for a kiss.
I can't
help the moan that escapes my lips as he pulls me down for a kiss. I slide
closer to him on the bed, placing my hand between his legs on the bed for
support. He covered himself up earlier. He still has to get comfortable in his
sexuality. He must realize how inherently sexual vampires are.
I slowly
bunch the sheets into my fists, as I reveal his cock inch by achingly delicious
inch.
He's
never looked so good. God, I love rule number nine!
I kiss
him, hesitantly at first, expecting him to take control of the kiss. When he
doesn't, I push my tongue inside his mouth. And oh wow. I'm kissing Angelus.
Before, he kissed me and I just enjoyed it and responded. But now he's letting
me kiss him, letting me take the time to learn his mouth the way he's done mine
dozens of times already.
I think
that whimper was from me. And I'm pretty sure that growl was from him, since I
haven't figured out that little trick yet. His tongue meets mine and then
thrusts into my mouth. I groan and tighten my fingers in his hair.
Okay,
one of many things to like about being a vampire, is not needing to breathe. It
makes kissing so much more enjoyable. The other thing is the fact that I'm hard
again. Already. I could see how that could be fun, if you were really horny.
Which apparently he is. And I guess I am too.
And I'm
well aware of the fact that he's pulled the sheet away from my lap. But I've
ignored the instinct to cover myself up again. It really would defeat the point
of my asking him to stay, if I got all shy again.
I, being
the sire that I am, leave my hand between his legs without touching him. He'll
have to initiate what he wants.
I moan as
he slips his tongue into my mouth again. I just can't help it. This is how things
used to be with William... nice, simple. Exciting. Arousing. And I'm just glad
Xander's decided that he wants me tonight, because I really could use this
before Darla chains me up later, which I'm sure she's going to do.
I pull
away after a moment. I think I'll take advantage of his sudden willingness to
let me lead.
And I
haven't ever really let myself look at him and admit how not bad on the eyes he
is. He's just... I could see what would make Darla want to keep him around
forever. I run my hands over his chest, and lean forward to take one of his
nipples in my mouth.
"Oh,
Xander," I whimper as he starts sucking on one of my nipples and rubbing
the other. I grab his head and hold him to me. Yeah, this is nice.
Wow. I
made him whimper. That's...
...
something I'll congratulate myself on later.
I bite
down on his nipple, gently. He seems to like that, since his fingers tighten in
my hair. So I bite him a little harder. He growls and I pull away to look up at
him. Just gotta make sure that wasn't a 'stop that' growl. I can't tell the
difference yet.
He stops
to look up at me but I grab his head and put his mouth at my nipple again. That
felt too good to stop.
His mouth
resumes it's work on my flesh and I take the time to run my hands down his back
to the swell of his ass and back up again. His skin is too soft, like Will's
was. What I wouldn't pay to see both my boys together!
I bet
they'd be deliciously beautiful!
My cock
jumps at the thought, and I slide my hands down his back again to cup his ass,
gently of course.
I pull
away and he looks confused. "Not... don't want to stop," I say with a
little smile. "Just wanna get more comfortable." I lie back on the
bed and hold a hand out to him.
I guess I
can do that. He seems a little more at ease with me, which is what I want. I
*want* to take my hands and touch every inch of his body. I feel like I don't
know him yet. I know his blood, but I haven't touched his body enough. I don't
think it'll *ever* be enough.
It's
moments like these when I realize just how Darla feels about me. These times I
can understand how much she hates when I bring home childer. I wouldn't wanna
share Xander, either.
I let him
pull me down next to him and wait for him to show me what he wants. I *am* glad
that I didn't wear those boxers tonight though. These pants are pretty
comfortable, although not as much fun as my skin against his would be... but
one step at a time.
This is
nice. But it would be nicer if -- "Angelus, Sire... I want you to touch
me, if you want." That's an old habit, to always leave people an out. Just
in case.
I place
my hand hesitantly on his stomach but he doesn't flinch or seem uncomfortable
with that. I lean a little more of my weight into him while I kiss him. I slide
my silk covered leg over one of his as I rub against him. I'm sure he can feel
how much I want him, the evidence heavy against his leg.
I kiss my
way down to his nipples, nipping as I go. I lave and pinch them alternately
before sucking one into my mouth completely. My hand travels down through the
curls at the base of his cock and up the length to the tip.
He jerks
and bucks his hips a little and I can't help but kiss his gorgeous mouth one
more time.
Okay,
so I guess that answers the question of whether he wants to touch me. Wow, does
it *ever*.
And I
can't help bucking up against his hand as he runs it teasingly over my cock.
"Yesss," I groan.
He
smiles and leans in to kiss me. I feel his tongue seeking entrance to my mouth,
and I don't have to think twice about that decision. I part my lips and let him
in. While he's kissing me, I run my hands over his chest again, rubbing and
pinching at his nipples.
He
groans and moves his hand down over my cock to the base again, so slowly I can't
keep from whimpering. And then he... doesn't move. Fuck. I wasn't aware he was
such a tease.
But, in
all fairness, I *did* come very recently. And as far as I know, he didn't. In
fact, he's still got those pants on. I guess he's trying not to move to quickly
and scare me. And I do appreciate that.
But I
*do* want him. Not right *now*... I have to work up to that. But soon. And
there's no reason I can't touch him, while I'm getting up the nerve to actually
let him inside me.
"Xander?"
I ask. He seems to have spaced out. So I do the only thing I can to get his
attention. I lick my way up to his neck and suck gently on the scar.
"Uhhhh...."
is all I can manage. But in my defense, I doubt many people would do better in
the same situation.
He
raises his head to look at me, questioningly. "Don't worry, there's no
mind-changing going on here," I say. "I was just wondering why I'm
the only one naked here." I move a hand down his stomach and further,
stroking him through his pants.
"Uhhh..."
I can't
help laughing a little at that. He smiles, which is a relief. I wouldn't want
him to think I'm mocking him or anything. I'm not. It's just nice to know I can
get to him a little.
"Was
that an answer?" I ask with a grin. And unlike him, I haven't stopped
stroking his cock as I talk. "Or do I need to work harder to convince you
to take them off?"
"You
never asked a question," I state and he frowns at me, perhaps as if
expecting that to be some kind of signal of punishment. "Nevertheless, I'm
convinced."
I kiss
him quickly, before taking his hands in mine and dragging them to the
drawstring of my pants. "Undress me?"
I can
do that. I think. NO. Don't think, just do. I think that's best. Because
otherwise I'll just talk myself out of--
Shut the
fuck up, already!
Oh
there's the demon. But it's a good idea.
I untie
the string and then run one of my hands up to his chest again. I push him onto
his back, and he doesn't seem to mind. I kneel on one side of him and take the waistband
of his pants in my hands. I pull them down slowly and he raises his hips to
help me. I move down the bed and pull them off his legs.
I leave
the pants on the floor and then take a little while to look at him. Really look
at him. Now that I'm not fighting my attraction, not denying that I want him,
not afraid of him anymore (well not really), I just let myself appreciate the
body of this man, my sire. And appreciate would be the right word. Because he's
just so amazingly sexy. I mean, wow. Really.
It's
extremely difficult, but I resist the urge to demand that he touch me. Because
I want this tonight and I really would like to see what he can do. If he's to
spend a night with Darla in the next couple of weeks, I'm going to have to be
able to give him pointers as to what makes her happy.
He
unconsciously licks his lips as he looks at me, so I do the only thing I can: I
slide my hands down my body and wrap them around the base of my cock so it
sticks out even more so that it was.
"Xander,"
I say and he glances up at me, "Take what you want." I don't want him
to do more than he's ready for. We certainly don't need more injuries, physical
or emotionally. "And *only* what you want."
I nod.
I can do that. I think. No, no thinking. No second-guesses. Just actions.
I force
myself to move. I crawl up the bed, beside him. He doesn't move or say a word,
just watches me. I lie on my side next to him and lean over him to kiss him. He
runs a hand through my hair and groans. While I'm kissing him, I move one leg
over him and then lower my body so I'm lying on top of him.
He
groans and bucks up against me. And oh fuck. Oh, fuck. Did I mention oh, fuck?
I rub
against him, gasping when our cocks brush together again. I moan into his
mouth. I don't think I can last too long. It's crazy how much he can affect me.
I break the kiss and look up at him. His hands are rubbing my back, and it's
soothing.
I can
feel how nervous he is, still. I understand that. All he knows of me and sex is
pain. That'll change tonight though, thanks to rule number nine.
I close
my hands around both of our cocks and thrust upwards against him, watching how
he bites his lip and his eyes roll up.
God,
this is good. And even though I can't shake the nervousness I feel, I do want
him. But I've almost hit the limits of my aggressiveness. "I want you
inside me," I say, meeting his eyes. "Please."
Better
words have never been spoken!
"I
want that too," I tell him. "Lie down." I pat the bed next to
me, "On your stomach, for now."
He does so
and I can see him shaking a little as I move above him. "Relax," I
whisper, "I'm not going to be inside you until you're ready this
time."
Then, I
slide down his body, licking down his spine as I go. I raise his hips and stick
a couple of pillows under them, before spreading his ass cheeks gently with my
hands and closing my mouth over his opening.
"OHFUCKSIRE!"
I moan. I don't know exactly what I was expecting, but that wasn't it. I grip
the sheets and push back against his tongue.
He
continues to tease my entrance with his tongue, while he kneads my ass with his
hands. "Oh... oh please..." I whimper.
I love
him whimpering. But I'd like to move this along. One because I have to come.
And two because Darla is expecting me soon and I don't want to be late. It'll
only make it worse.
So I grab
the tube of strawberry flavored lube and spread it over his ass before I thrust
my tongue into him and fuck him with it.
"Ohgods..."
Okay, I'm moaning a lot. Better than screaming. Okay, don't go there. Good idea.
His
tongue.... way too talented. "SHIT!" I think that...
"Uhhhh..." yeah, that was my "SIRE!" prostate. I don't want
to know how long he had to practice or who he had to practice with, to learn to
do "FUCK!" that.
I'm
rubbing against the sheets, as he fucks me with his tongue, but I soon discover
that's a bad idea. Because I'm really close to coming. And I don't want to. Not
just because I'm not supposed to, but also because I don't want to come until
he does too.
I slip
a hand underneath myself and pinch the base of my cock to help myself keep
control. "Angelus... I... uhhh.... shit, Sire, pleeeeease... want - need -
please ....ohfuckyessss..."
It's
pretty damn impossible to put a coherent sentence together at this point. I'm
gasping and whimpering and moaning and babbling and... um, yeah, that pretty
much sums it up. I am, basically, a Xander-puddle. But while it's nice, it's
not getting me any closer to what I want. Which is--
"MOREPLEASE!"
Oh yes,
Devil bless rule number nine!
I pull away
and notice he's pinching himself to keep from coming. Good boy.
He
whimpers when he realizes that I've pulled away. But seriously, if he was any
more lubricated, he's be a slip and slide.
I roll on
my side and he turns and watches me coat my cock in the substance as well. Once
it's done, I look up at him. "We don't have to," I say, "if you
don't want to."
I start
to think about it, before I remember my earlier decision that thinking is bad. I
made my decision. I wanted it. I still do. I won't give myself time to talk
myself out of it.
I look
over at him, Not that I'm not a little nervous... but I trust him. This hasn't
been about pain yet, so I don't have a reason to be afraid of him. "I want
it," I say. "I want you."
I nod and
move over him again. I start kissing his neck softly as I do so he's a little
more relaxed.
Then, I
poise myself at his entrance.
He
resists. Frightfully so, and I don't push it. I simply kiss him more and start
purring deep in my chest so he can feel it throughout his body. I open the bond
of our blood, in hopes of showing him that there are no bad intentions, only
adoration for my new childe.
I can't
help it, I tense up when he starts to push inside. It isn't even intentional.
Just bad memories.
But he
doesn't get mad or irritated. He starts purring, which is soothing. And then I
get this feeling... I can't explain it, but I really do *feel* it, deep inside.
He won't hurt me.
And I believe
it. But like I said earlier, the reaction wasn't a conscious one. I think it's
the position. Last time, I couldn't see him either. But I don't know how to
explain something like this. I don't even know if there *is* another position
that would work. I'm not exactly experienced.
This
isn't working. I thought I would at least get *in* him first, but-
I grab
his hips and in a quick motion (only carried out by vampires), I've flipped
myself over and spun him around on top of me. And now he's straddling my hips,
looking at me quizzically.
It's not
the way I would have liked, but I think (although taking him like a woman would
be more domineering) that this is best, because he will be able to control how
far I go and how fast.
"Xander,"
I rub my cock against the slick crack of his ass and he gasps. He's obviously
never been with a man (and never really thought it through). "Ride
me."
Oh.
I... Oh....
Well,
at least I'm not babbling anymore. That's a plus, right? Whatever.
Stop
thinking. Thinking bad. This *is* better, because there's definitely no bad
memories to get in the way.
That
decided...
I raise
myself up on my knees, my hands on his chest. I reach down to take his cock in
one of my hands, and he nods, running his hands up and down my thighs. I just
can't believe he's being so patient.
But I
think I've made us both wait long enough. I guide his cock to my hole and then
lower myself a little, taking just the head of his cock inside.
"Uhhh..."
Oh shit!
So
fucking tight, even just a little of him!
And
amazing!
Shit,
it hurts and then I remind myself that relaxing my muscles is a good thing.
Once I do, his cock slides in further. And oh... wow. He's big... and I feel myself
stretching, but there isn't a lot of pain. A little, just from my old injuries,
so I'll just have to be careful. If we take it slow, I think I'll be okay.
And
finally, he's all the way inside me. But he's not moving. I can't believe he's
holding back. He's gotta need to come. And when I decide to open my eyes and
look at him, the look in his eyes surprises me. He looks worried. Genuinely
worried. And okay, it's a look I've seen before, but ignored.
I
decide to put his mind at ease a little. "I'm okay... better than
okay," I say. "It... you feel... so good."
"Then
find your pleasure."
I nod
and raise up, letting him slide out, almost all the way. I whimper a little at
the loss. And then I lower myself again, as slowly. "Fuuuuck," I
groan, when the tip of his cock hits my prostate. I squeeze his cock,
unintentionally, in reaction to the sudden jolt of pleasure. He growls, sending
the vibrations through my body. "Shit!" I yell. Oh, gods, that was an
amazing feeling. He grins and does it again. I whimper, "Sire..."
I close
my eyes to concentrate on the feeling of him, as he moves in and out of my
body. And having discovered that he likes it when I squeeze his cock with my
muscles, I start to do it each time I take him back inside me.
This is
good. God, it's so good. I'm moaning and whimpering, and he's making some
interesting noises himself. I speed up my actions just a little, and open my
eyes to look down out him. He looks fascinated by what he sees, but I have no
idea what would be so interesting. I shake my head of that thought, reminding
myself there's no thinking allowed right now.
I move
my hands over his chest, pinching and tugging at his nipples. He groans,
arching up into me and sending his cock deeper than it was before. I gasp and
he freezes. I see a look, almost ... apologetic? ... cross his face and say,
"No... it felt good. You can... do it again... Please. I want it. And I
want... please... touch me?"
"Never
be afraid to tell me what you want, Xander. *What* do you want?"
"Touch
me..." I reply. He gives me that raised eyebrow look and I know, I wimped
out with that answer. "I ... want you to touch my cock," I say
hesitantly. "Please. And if... if you want to show me, help me... I want
to know how you want me to... ride you... I... I want to know how to make it
feel good for you, too." I manage to look at his face, for most of that.
Eager and
willing to learn. He should do well with Darla.
"*You*
feel good, Xander. You don't have to *make* it feel good."
But I di place
my hands on his hips. "Put your hands on my wrists for support," I
tell him and he complies. "Now, go as fast as you want and as hard. It's
all up to you. Change the angle and see what feels good to you. Just keep
squeezing me, the tighter the better."
He nods
and I guide his hips and feel his body as he tries different angles. He twists
his hips a little and starts to gasp every time he slides down onto me. I think
I'm getting his prostate every time.
I smile
as I watch his eyes roll up. He's beautiful!
"Touch
yourself, Xander. I wanna see you touch yourself," I suggest.
Okay,
so I don't get everything I want. But considering that he's making me feel the
most amazing things, I guess I can do this for him.
I move
one of my hands to my cock and stroke it firmly. I groan, the sound mixing with
his growl. I look down at him and he seems to be enjoying the view. And it's
not like *I'm* not enjoying this, fucking myself on his cock while I jerk
myself off... but I just don't know how much longer I can last.
Especially
when I watch his face... He licks his lips and I whimper. I wonder... No. I'll
just kill that thought right now. I'm very sure there are rules about why he'll
never suck me off. And that's okay. I think I can be perfectly happy letting him
fuck me, as long as there's no punishment involved ever again.
"Sire..."
I whimper as I feel my control slipping. "I...." I gasp and pinch the
base of my cock, just in time.
"You
what?" I growl. I swear, if he squeezes me once more I'm gonna come.
"I
need to come," I whimper. "Don't want to, without you. I ... " I
really want to see him come. I didn't get to, last time... Stop fucking
thinking about that!
I keep
my hand at the base of my cock as I start moving on him again. Harder. I
squeeze him harder, and "OHGODSIRE!" I yell. So close. So fucking
close. Damn it, he's way too good at control.
I growl
at his pleading. I grab the hand that's holding his cock, and sink my fangs
into his wrist. And that does it for me! "Come," I growl through the rush
of his blood into my mouth.
FUCK! I
buck up into him, driving myself deep, deeper than he was taking me and I hope
it's okay, but at this point I don't think either of us cares. I shoot into him
as I taste his orgasm coming through his veins.
I whimper
when he starts to drink from me. Oh shit I'm gonna--"Come," he
growls... and then thrusts up into me. "SHITSIREFUCKYES!" I scream as
I come, feeling his seemen spilling into me.
I
squeeze him, hard, and he growls. Shit, did he... Yeah I think he came again.
Wow. I slump onto his chest, as he continues to drink from me.
Oh
gods. That was...
... so
much better than before. Okay, I'm convinced. I'll *definitely* want to do that
again.
I do so
love rule number nine! All the rest are about dominance and submission and
about teaching how much pain a sire can inflict if necessary. But number nine
is: a sire causes pain but gives twice as much pleasure.
I mean,
if it was all about pain and no pleasure, childer wouldn't come back. But
tonight has insured obedience *and* return. Not bad for a night's work.
Although
Darla is, and will continue to be, less than pleased, when *is* she? She'll
chain me up and ride us into oblivion, and then I'll be forgiven.
I just
hope she sees that things with Xander are different than they were with
William. 'Cause I really don't wanna stake Xander. It was bad enough I had to
force Will and Dru out of the house. And then that whole thing in Sunnydale
with the wheelchair- *that* was handled badly. I can admit that. I was no sire.
But I'll
make it up to Xander. It'll be right with Xander. I won't break him, like I did
Spike in Sunnydale. And I won't baby him too much either.
I just
wish I could make it up to Will as well. I wonder, what ever happened to him?
And I wonder, would he ever want to fuck Xander for me? 'Cause I'd sure love to
watch, but I've always been kinky like that.
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