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Summary: Xan/Angel, Spike/Greg. Xander has had a feeling about Angel for a while, he finally goes to LA and gets a little more than he expected. (Greg is a secondary char in Buffyverse)

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CSI > CSI Las VegasAzureChaosFR211138,822146321,5936 May 0713 Jan 09No

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Chapter One

Title: Soul Illusion
Author: azure_chaos
Fandom: Angel/CSI
Pairing: Xan/Angel, Spike/Greg
Rating: Adult Only.
Warnings: BDSM, M/m graphic sex, violence, Action, AU/post s5
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the recognisable characters here in; the ones from Buffy/Angel are the property of Joss whedon and co; Greg belongs to the makers of CSI. No money was made in the making of this fic.

A/N: //thoughts & internal dialogue//; ~~prophecy~~
“Arclan treydanil untay sanral.” is a completely made up language.

*re-edited version posted 2nd May 2008*

Chapter 1

The door to the hotel slammed open and Angel looked up from where he was sat reading the daily paper. The sight that greeted him raised an eyebrow and a small smile tugged at his lips. Shaggy, long brunette hair that hung in chocolate brown eyes and curled down around his ears and the back of his neck to rest on his shoulders; a light stubble roughening his sweet face. The vampire’s eyes slid appreciatively over tight black jeans and the muscular body that was emphasised by a tight fitting burgundy shirt.

“Harris,” he said and stood. “You’re looking…” //good, edible, delicious, infinitely fuckable// “…well.”

“Deadboy.” Xander nodded and slowly closed the space between them.

Angel couldn’t get past the changes in the ex-Scooby. He was used to scrawny Xander Harris, running off at the mouth and tripping over his own feet in a noble but clumsy attempt to aid in saving the world. It was amazing how many times he’d succeeded in providing that help and how he was still alive. He realised that he was looking into two sleepy chocolate brown eyes and his brow furrowed.

“Your eye!” Angel stated simply, knowing that he’d be understood.

“Had a little help with some mojo, grew back good as new. It was as painful as 500 years in hell being flayed daily though.”

Angel couldn’t help himself and laughed, a deep rumbling sound, at the reference. “I can imagine”

“So, I heard some freaky tales about what’s been going on here.” Xander folded his arms over his chest. “Kinda set me thinking about some things that never quite made sense.”

“Oh?” Angel shifted and resisted the urge to fold his arms in what would be mimicking the stance. “What would that be?”

Xander looked around the wide-open lobby then leaned towards him and spoke conspiratorially, “Perhaps we should go somewhere a little more private?”

The vampire’s inquisitive mind was captured and he led the younger man through to his office in the back, his face a neutral canvas even as he tried to figure out what was to come. He sat down behind his desk and indicated for Xander to take the chair opposite. A pencil found its way into his hand and he fidgeted with it, twiddling it in his fingers while he waited.

“It’s the whole… soul slash no soul, angel slash angelus thing.” Xander leaned back in his seat and raised his booted feet to rest on the desk, crossed at the ankles. “It’s a load of bullshit, isn’t it?” It was formulated as a question but it really wasn’t asking… it was telling. He knew the secret that no one else knew. Even the person who helped him piece it together was oblivious to what it all meant.

The pencil stilled in Angel’s hands and he raised both eyebrows. Interested. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“The Gypsy curse… didn’t work… couldn’t work. You can’t restore something that wasn’t lost now can you? ‘Angelus’ was a bloodthirsty psychotic killer because Liam was, that’s not about soul that’s just personality and it’s something that doesn’t change when you’re turned. But even so, when you turn someone… sure they get the demon in them but the soul… or what’s thought of as the soul… doesn’t leave, it’s still there. And as I said, you can’t restore something that was never lost, so the gypsy curse isn’t worth the paper it’s written on. I guess it was convenient timing for you, what happened? Did you suddenly decide you were bored of the homicidal maniac persona or did you just want to get rid of your annoying “family”? I can understand the need to get away from them… they can get on your last nerve after a while never mind after a century.”

Angel wore the carefully sculpted mask of nonchalance, it was almost indifferent to what was being said, but Xander knew he was right, it all made perfect sense. He was sure he could see a twitching at the temple of the dark brooding one.

“I guess it doesn’t really matter why. I mean… I’m curious about it but it’s not like any earth shattering revelation would be made by it. What I am interested in is why you went back to it after… when you screwed Buffy… what was that?”

Angel cleared his throat and let a slow smile curl his lips into an almost Spike-like smirk. “Always knew you were the one to watch. Your so-called friends always wrote you off as the weak link… the human with no special powers or abilities, the hanger on. I wasn’t so stupid to under estimate you. I knew that you were the clever one, had to be to survive it all didn’t you?”

He leaned forward and locked eyes with the boy; he would always be a boy to the 260 plus year old vampire. “You know the story of what brought about the curse, and while the curse did nothing, the circumstances did. I was in love. He was… beautiful, vibrant, a smile that turned my night into day and had a laugh that could get me hard in seconds. Darla…,” he paused.

Xander heard the rumble of a growl at the name of the man’s sire. He listened carefully, he was unfazed by being right in what he’d worked out, and he wasn’t afraid of the consequence of pissing Angel off.

“She was jealous, the stupid woman. They all are you know, all of them think they own you, can’t stand the thought of you wanting someone else… even when they don’t want you anymore… even when they didn’t want you to start with. She thought I was in love with the gypsy girl. We had fun that night for sure; I proved to her that I didn’t love the girl. I didn’t know who she was… didn’t know she was my boy’s sister.”

“He’d known what I was and said he didn’t care as long as I didn’t kill anyone important to him. The look of pain in his beautiful eyes, the hatred that I could smell from every pore… It didn’t matter that I didn’t know. I lost him, I knew I’d never get him back, but I swore to myself that was it… I’d never kill another innocent. Not to earn his forgiveness… I knew I’d never get that, not to atone or gain redemption… but so that I could forgive myself.”

Xander couldn’t believe that he was actually feeling sorry for the vampire that had been a ruthless killer, his eyes looked so dark as he was lost in the memory… so sad. “So you made a promise to yourself.” Xander understood that part. “What made you break it?”

Angel’s eyes glittered a moment. “Buffy, stupid girl. I should have realised. We had sex, there was no moment of perfect happiness, no ‘oops you made me lose my soul because you were so wonderful’. In fact it was awful. I know virgins aren’t renowned for sexual prowess, but really Harris, you should be grateful you never got to indulge your fantasies. It was like fucking … well, a corpse would have probably been more responsive.”

A truly Angelus like remark and it caused Xander to erupt with a bark of laughter. “Instead of telling her she was a crap lay and dumping her, breaking her heart and scarring her for life… you pretended to turn evil?” He managed to get out between the laughing. “Oh my god, that’s hilarious. Almost as hilarious as you thinking I was fantasising about her.”

Angel raised his eyebrows, that adorable confused puppy look on his face once again. “It seemed like a good idea at the time… then I realised I quite enjoyed people being scared of me again, it was invigorating. I talked a good talk… never hurt any of you irreparably though, did I?”

“Except Miss Calender.”

Angel held up a thoughtful finger, “She… figured out the curse was rubbish. Didn’t quite get as far as you did, but she had to go. Besides, she wasn’t really one of you.”

“Giles,” Xander pointed out.

“Deserved the wake up call he got. Supposed to be a watcher and he misses the most important things, right under his nose.”

“You nearly opened the hellmouth.” Xander was still relaxed in his chair, his tone matter-of-fact and totally unaffected.

Angel shook his head, “Didn’t realise Buffy was so stupid… well, I did but not that stupid. All it needed was my blood to close it, not a full on ‘send him to hell’ moment.” He snorted.

“That’s why you weren’t bitter about it having happened?” The younger man was thoughtful. “You dress much better when you’re being evil.”

It was Angel’s turn to laugh again. When he stopped he had a smile on his face. Not a scary Angelus sneer, not a reserved shy ‘dare I?’ Angel smile, but a genuine smile. Xander felt suddenly nervous as his insides jumped and squirmed, this was the moment, the reason why he’d really come. He took a deep breath and gathered his fading courage.

“When you were ‘Angelus’, were you talking crap or just more honest then usual?” Xander was surprised that his voice didn’t belie him, he was sure the vampire would be able to sense his sudden loss of calm but it would be very different to hear it himself.

A contemplative look crossed Angel’s face as he slouched back in his chair, his eyes had dropped to study the desktop before he looked up and captured Xander’s gaze, pinning him with his eyes. “Meant every word I said.” There was a wicked sparkle in deep soulful eyes as the human swallowed noticeably in response.

“Then why did you never act on it?” he laid the bait.

That slow smile spread over Angel’s face again, “I’m a vampire Xander, I have a long time to act. Patience is a virtue and all that stuff.”

Swinging his boots down off the desk the brunette stood up in front of the desk and leaned slightly across, “Well I’m not… and I don’t have that kind of time…”

“Is that a challenge, boy?” The Irish brogue slipped into Angel’s amused voice.

A small smirk played on Xander’s lips. “Nope, its just a statement of fact.”

Angel was eyeing him speculatively when the door burst open. Both men turned to see who was intruding on their moment. Illyria stood in the doorway; the year had done nothing for her social graces, even though she was doing better there was still a lot of work to do. Xander looked her over, his calm composure evaporated. He’d heard about her from Spike, but of course that did little to prepare him for what he saw. The leather clad goddess with blue streaked hair, eerie blue eyes and frosty blue tinted lips, her hands on her hips looking at Angel with an assessing gaze.

“You sent me to the wrong place,” she stated. Her eyes flickered to Xander, “And who is this… human.”

Angel sighed, despairingly before replying “The address was good, Illyria. We’re kind of in the middle of something.”

The old one took a menacing step forward and the human was quick to intercept. Holding out his hand to her and smiling brightly, “Xander Harris. Spike told me about you.”

Illyria’s gaze focused on the young man, she remembered the human greeting she had been taught and shook his hand somewhat jerkily. “You are a friend of Spike’s?” She studied him in her own unique and unashamed way.

Xander nodded. “Yeah.”

Appeased by this information, she gave a single accepting nod. “Welcome, Xander Harris, friend of Spike.” Then her eyes shifted back to Angel. “There were no vampires where you sent me.”

Angel rustled through some papers on the desk. “The information looks sound, maybe they cleared out before you got there.”

She didn’t look impressed.

“Why don’t you try the lower east side, there’s been a lot of activity down there lately, I’m sure you’ll be able to find something to kill.”

Illyria looked at him. Her gaze like steel, unyielding and calculating. Then she nodded and left.

Angel shook his head once she was well and truly gone. “You wouldn’t believe that that was an improvement.” He chuckled darkly, then turned his attention back to matters at hand.

Xander looked back at him, having recomposed himself. “Nice outfit though,” he leered.

That was all it took, Angel was around the desk and in his face in a nanosecond display of vampiric speed. He leaned his face close leaving only millimetres between his face and Xander’s neck. He breathed deeply to smell the human boy; a low growl rumbled through his chest before his tongue flicked out and swiped over the warm flesh.

“Mine,” he declared.

Xander hardened at the declaration; it was what he’d wanted to hear for so long. When Angelus had said all those lewd and kinky words to him he had been sure that his feelings were reciprocated, but no move was ever made to claim him.

“Then show me. Prove it…” Xander’s voice was little more than a whisper.

Angel stepped back from him a smile on his still human face and flecks of yellow in his dark brown eyes.

“You sure you want this, boy? To belong to me?” Angel’s voice was low and seductive, promising so much with just those few words. “Can you handle it?”

Xander swallowed hard. “Yes.”

The vampire nodded once and reached out a hand, pressing it against the mortal’s chest over his heart. He could feel it beating under his fingers. His eyes locked with liquid chocolate ones, and he studied them silently a moment.

“There’s no going back, no walking away. If I make you mine that’s it… forever mine. Mine to do with as I please. Oh, I’ll be good to you… show you affection, give you love… I do love you, Xander. I wouldn’t consider claiming you if I didn’t. I’ll keep you safe and happy. But there’ll be pain as well… you’ll be my pet… a treasured pet, but a pet none the less.”

The words filtered into Xander’s ears and he shivered. He had known when he came there that what he was getting into would be a lifelong commitment. He hadn’t considered that Angel actually loved him, but it made sense. He wasn’t sure he loved him back… not yet… but he was sure he would. He nodded. He wanted to belong to this beautiful, intense, strong and so dangerous man. He knew he would be safe with him and that there would be times that he would be afraid but never hurt beyond repair.

“I want this,” Xander affirmed, “please, Angel?”

Angel’s smile grew, honest and happy, he leaned in and kissed Xander’s lips gently. Soft lips with a tender touch, moving so slowly and teasingly against the others, silently promising the things to come. He pulled back and tore a groan of need from the mortal’s lips. Dazed chocolate brown eyes fluttered open and he looked up at Angel through lowered lashes; a sultry look that was rewarded with a needy growl from the vampire.

“Come with me,” Angel commanded, not waiting to see the response, he led Xander towards the lift.

Xander didn’t know where he was being taken but he figured he would find out soon enough. The elevator took them upwards; they stepped out and walked along the corridor, stopping when they reached a door that Angel was pushing open. Looking round the room the ex-scooby figured that it was the vampire’s personal suite. It wasn’t fancy but it was comfortable looking. There was a large bed, bigger than a king and a small living room with comfortable chairs. Through an arch was a small kitchen. Xander was still taking in the blood red satin sheets and window drapes when he heard Angel’s voice cut through his wandering thoughts.


The human’s body was already responding on automatic before his brain registered the instruction. He was unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it from his torso before he had chance to feel nervous or self-conscious. He folded the shirt and placed it on a nearby chair, aware of dark eyes watching him closely, it both aroused and unnerved him. He crouched and unfastened his boots flipping them off, before standing to unfasten his jeans. He felt a blush rise on his cheeks as he unbuttoned and licked suddenly dry lips. Xander took a deep breath and pushed them all the way down in one smooth motion, stepping out of them and picking them up at once, before straightening up as he folded them and added them to the shirt. He might have been anxious but his cock wasn’t, it stood proudly out from his body, long, thick and hard and nestled in a tangle of dark curls.

With braveness he didn’t feel, he forced himself to lift his head and meet Angel’s eyes; eyes that were golden and focused on his waving erection. He swallowed and resisted the urge to make a wise crack. He was naked in Angel’s room… with Angel. His brain was having just a little difficulty dealing with the information and he suddenly felt sixteen all over again.

Angel was impressed with what he saw, he could tell that the boy was worried about his body not being up to par, but he really had nothing to worry about. The years had filled out his body nicely, strong muscles covered his frame with more than subtle definition, the boy had a smooth chest and a dark trail of hair from his belly button down to his bush. A dark smile crossed the vampire’s face.

“Nice. Very nice,” his smooth voice said appreciatively, as he circled the boy.

Angel came to a stop in front of boy and placed his hand on one pec, he ran the hand across the strong chest, down his torso and tangled his fingers into the coarse hair. Xander fought to suppress his moan, but all that achieved was to turn it into a whimper.

“Going to have to shave you though, pet.” Fingers tugged teasingly at those hairs and Xander’s eyes widened in surprise.

Despite his wanting to argue the point, the dark-haired mortal’s cock bobbed and started to arch up, obviously, it liked the idea. He looked into golden eyes and nodded. “As you wish.”

The acquiescence pleased Angel and he smiled again. Turning away the vampire went to the wall and pushed, a hidden door opened and he beckoned to Xander to follow. A stunned and very naked human followed him through the door and blinked at what met his eyes. The walls were painted a crisp white and would have looked horribly clinical if it wasn’t for the occasional murals that were painted on them of various sex acts. Then there was the furniture, to all intents the room was an S & M temple. He stepped further inside and Angel allowed him his moment of awe while he shut the door and began moving around.

Xander kept taking a step every so often until he was in the middle of the room. He turned slowly doing a 360o examination of the room. Some of the things that were in there he knew what they were for but others he’d never seen before. He didn’t like to feel totally naïve, after the things that ‘Angelus’ had said to him had sparked feelings in him he had investigated, he’d often frequented clubs that catered to his interest and sometimes he’d even ventured to play a little. He understood most of the things that there were to understand about the lifestyle but there were things here that made him want to whimper and hide in a corner. He hoped he wouldn’t be a disappointment to Angel. He looked at the man and found he was smiling at him reassuringly.

“I’m not going to throw you in at the deep end without teaching you how to swim first Xan. Just relax, I’ve got you, ok?” As he spoke softly, the vampire had moved to where he was stood and wrapped his arms around the boy’s waist.

Xander responded by wrapping his own arms around Angel and resting his cheek against the clothed shoulder. At that moment what he needed most in the world was that hug and Angel gave it to him without hesitation, whispering soothing words and rubbing his back in reassurance. It reminded Xander that this was about love as much as it was about lust and domination. Angel actually cared about him. He pulled back slightly and looked into the once more dark brown eyes; they were warm in a way he’d never noticed before and he gave a shaky smile.

“I trust you, Angel.” And he realised the truth in his words, despite all his bravado of the past, all the utterances of distrust, he really did trust the vampire now he finally knew the truth.

Angel nodded and stroked his cheek, “You’re still scared though, and that’s understandable, but I can tell how much you want this. I’m going to go easy on you today. There’s nothing to be afraid of, pet. I’ll know when you need to stop. I just need to make you mine.”

Xander was warmed by the gentleness of Angel’s tone, he’d never heard him speak to anyone like that before and he was more certain than ever that this was meant to be. Part of him wondered if this was how it was with his gypsy boy, minus the fancy equipment. He nodded, and that was all Angel needed to break the spell that was binding them in that tender moment.

He slipped easily into his commanding tone, “up on the table, boy.”

He waited while Xander lay down then cuffed his wrists to the sides of the padded table. It would have been like a doctor’s table if not for that little detail. Angel leaned over and kissed his boy softly, swiping his tongue lightly over plump lips and the reciprocating mouth blossomed open to offer entry. Angel’s tongue found its way inside to explore the wet heat, mapping every inch, learning the taste and feel of the other’s mouth. The kiss was slow and searching, probing deep and insistently, but unhurried. The vampire slipped a silk blindfold over the human’s eyes as he kissed him.

Although he’d felt the cool fabric slip over his eyes, when the lips left his, Xander still tried to open his eyes. Blackness met him though so he closed them again.

Angel could smell the slight spike in fear in his pet’s pheromones but he could tell it was nothing to worry about as it quickly receded and the human’s heart beat returned to an almost normal rhythm.

The vampire opened a cupboard and pulled out a box containing hair clippers. When he switched them on the buzzing noise caused Xander to jump visibly in his bonds. Angel rested a hand on the boy’s chest and lightly caressed it. Muttering reassurances and telling him that he had to hold still.

Xander felt the tugging and cutting of his pubic hair and held more still than he ever had in his life, it was quite an achievement considering he was usually bordering on hyperactive. The buzzing seemed to go on for ages and he could feel Angel’s hand moving his erection wherever he needed for better access. Occasionally, one of his legs would be moved and he knew without being told that he should hold it there until it was moved back.

The clippers were eventually turned off and Angel’s hand ran over the cropped hair. Lowering both Xander’s legs to the table he leaned over and kissed him again and soft lips parted automatically for his tongue to gain entry. Then the lips were gone again.


The soft command was unnecessary, cuffed as he was, but Xander understood it meant more than stay put, it meant stay still. He heard Angel moving around as he gathered shaving equipment, he felt nervous again, the clippers were one thing but something so sharp down there was a scary prospect.

When Angel returned to his side he stroked his chest reassuringly, again. He could smell the spike in fear and hear the rise in heart rate. He knew Xander trusted him, but there was trust and there was “trust”.

“It’s even more important that you keep still now, pet. Just try to relax”

He wasn’t sure how he managed not to laugh at that, how on earth could he relax when there was something sharp so near to his important parts. He reminded himself though, that of anyone he could relax and let do something like that, it had to be Angel. The man was so solid and dependable; he knew that he would be careful. He took a deep breath and nodded.

With one hand resting on Xander’s abdomen the cool weight of it was calming, the other hand lathered the shaving cream and then expertly guided the razor, occasionally, the hand would move from his stomach to hold his hard on out of the way. The erection never faded the whole time, he wasn’t sure if he should be embarrassed by his body’s interest in proceedings or not.

The rhythm and feel of the razor gliding over his sensitive flesh lulled him into a sleepy state as he just lay there and let Angel do his thing. He was pulled out of his daze by the feeling of being washed and dried. Cool hands rubbed lotion in and Xander moaned in pleasure at the feeling. His genitals had never felt so sensitive.

Then he was being kissed again, and as the cold wet tongue explored his hot mouth he felt the blindfold pulled away. He didn’t open his eyes yet though, he was busy enjoying being kissed. He wished he could reach up and touch Angel, run his hands over strong muscles. But his hands remained bound to the table and he groaned into the vampire’s mouth in frustration and need.

Eventually, Angel broke off the kiss and smiled down at him as he blinked open his eyes. Xander gave a timid smile back, he had spent a long time knowing that he would end up here, with this man, at some point but now that he was all his insecurities had come scurrying back. He had little doubt about his need to belong to the vampire, he just was afraid he would disappoint or not live up to the older man’s high expectations.

The dark-haired vampire could smell the uncertainty that curled around his boy. He would have to take that away. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to Xander’s forehead, his hand caressing over the tanned torso.

“You’re doing really great, pet,” he whispered proudly. “I should confess to you though, that lotion I put on was magically formulated to soothe, heal and prevent hair regrowth. I won’t be needing to shave you again.”

Xander swallowed hard at the thought he was now going to be permanently devoid of pubic hair at his groin. His cock twitched again at the symbolism, he was well on his way to being completely owned now. He nodded his understanding as lazy hands continued to caress his chest. Angel leaned down again and this time licked at his pet’s jaw, instinctively Xander moaned and rolled his head to the side to expose his neck. The vampire grinned as he swiped his tongue over the sensitive flesh and nipped with blunt human teeth while fingers found a nipple and pinched. The attention was rewarded with a drawn out moan of pleasure and need.

Angel had unfastened the cuffs and was helping Xander off the table before the latter had chance to respond verbally. A cool hand wrapped around his erection and he was led by it back into the bedroom.

“First times should be special,” Angel explained, succinctly, to the unasked question.

The door to the playroom was shut leaving them standing in Angel’s average suite. The tall vampire gathered his human into his arms and kissed him deeply, his tongue pushing in and probing the warm heat once more as he slowly manoeuvred his boy towards the bed. Xander felt himself being eased back onto the softness and his hands tightened around the strong body, urging Angel to join him. The older man had no intention of relinquishing his hold and gladly followed him down.

Lips met with a bruising ferocity and strong hands caressed along naked, golden sides; touching, testing, and kneading. Xander arched up into the touch, needy for more, gasping and moaning into the demanding mouth. With a flash display of preternatural speed, Angel removed his clothing and was pressing cool silky skin against Xander’s warm body before there was time for the younger man to protest the loss of contact.

Cool lips skimmed over Xander’s neck, nuzzling at the pulse point a moment before moving on down to seek out a tempting nipple. He moaned and arched as the lips found the target and sealed over a tender nub, sucking it into cool wetness and lathing it with a strong insistent tongue, then human teeth were biting gently at it. The brunette bucked and groaned, his grasp tightening around Angel’s naked torso. Carnal instincts leading him, the former Sunnydaler pulled his legs up so his knees were bent either side of the vampire and the dark-haired man was cradled between them.

A deep rumbling noise was coming from the man on top of him as he switched his attention to the previously neglected nipple, repeating the same maddening actions.

“Please…” Xander gasped, as blunt teeth scraped the tender nub again.

Angel looked up at him, his pupils so dilated with lust there was only the thinnest band of golden iris surrounding them. Xander gasped again under the scrutiny of that gaze and thrust up with his hips, invitingly.

“Want you… need you… please?” His voice was desperate and thick, barely recognisable to himself. Xander watched as the vampire skimmed cool lips down warm flesh in tiny burning kisses that melted into the flesh and branded him deep, deep down where it mattered most.

A long, cool tongue snaked out and circled the tempting navel, dipping occasionally into the crevice and flickering teasingly. Angel held himself steady over his boy as he teased and tormented him with pleasure given at his own pace. It was a battle to keep back his full game face; there was a right time for giving up control to it and right now wasn’t it.

He slowly moved lower, drawing in an unneeded breath he blew a long stream of cool air over the heated flesh of Xander’s erection. His boy groaned and the hard flesh twitched and pulsed leaking clear pre-cum. His tongue continued its tease, moving to the base of the underside of that beautiful cock, he ran it slowly all the way back up to the tip to collect the sticky offering, lapping at the tip a few times to collect it all and causing more to ooze out in response. He grinned in satisfaction at the noises of pleasure that were coming from the human beneath him.

Strong hands grasped his boy’s ankles and pushed his knees up to his chest, while his tongue continued its leisurely torture; down over smooth balls and stopping when it reached the tiny wrinkled pucker. He tickled at his boy’s entrance. Xander cried out and gave a full-bodied shudder. A truly Angelus smile on his face, Angel stiffened the oral muscle and pushed it inside that fluttering hole, dipping in over and over, mimicking what he was going to do with his cock really soon.

Blindly, Angel retrieved lube from the nightstand and slicked up his fingers and cock. The tube was tossed aside and he moved his mouth back to lap at the rapidly tightening balls as he pressed a slippery digit easily inside the young man.

Xander had been squirming in pleasure, but stilled instantly when he felt that cool thick finger invade his ass. He moaned happily, it felt so damn good and it had been too long since he’d had anything up there. He’d never been fucked properly before but he’d been finger fucked and he’d played with plugs and stuff. Angel was going to be his first proper fuck. That thought made his dick pulse and threatened to tip him over the edge.

The sounds of increased heart rate and breathing clued Angel in to Xander’s impending release and his free hand gripped the base of his boy’s cock firmly until he felt him relax back from it slightly. He quickly replaced his one finger with two… then rapidly added a third as he loosened and lubed the no longer quite-so-tiny hole.

Pulling his fingers out, Angel moved up and over the writhing human. He leaned down and kissed him deeply as he pressed the head of his thick uncut cock against Xander’s entrance.

“Deep breath,” he told his boy and, as he obeyed, Angel pushed the first few inches inside.

The deep intake of breath quickly turned to a cry of pleasure-pain and Xander locked his arms desperately around his new lover. Moans fell continuously from his lips, interspersed with pleading and cursing as he waited for Angel to push all the way in.

Using all his considerable control, the vampire held himself on his hands, not even half way inside.

Xander knew better than to try and thrust up to take it before Angel was ready to give him it.

Finally, giving in to his boy’s need, the dark-haired man slammed himself home.

Xander cried out loudly, feeling like he was being split wide open.

“Oh god oh god oh god,” the human muttered over and over like a litany.

Angel smirked, drew his hips slowly back and then slammed in again. He kept that tantalizing pace going for ages, that unhurried retreat followed by that rapid driven hard thrust in. Xander was seeing stars; he had never imagined it could feel like this. His nails raked over Angel’s back desperately, hips lifted up to meet each measured thrust in perfect harmony of the slow fucking motion that his vampire lover was bent on killing him with.

The incoherent words and moans suddenly formed into an intelligent sentence, “Please, Master… please?”

It was as if someone had flicked a switch in Angel with that passionate and honest, acquiescent plea. The tormenting disappeared as hips pistoned rapidly in and out, harder, deeper, driving into Xander’s core every time and causing him to grunt and cry out. He was panting heavily and the air felt like it burned his lungs. Shudders racking his body as he bucked and writhed.

“Cum for me, my boy,” Angel spoke breathily into his ear.

Tears in his eyes as he arched, his body tensing, Xander cried out as his orgasm slammed into him at the same time he felt blunt teeth bite into his neck. He continued to cum and cry out as he felt the sting and then the man inside him jerked and filled him with his cold, searing spunk.

He felt the grip that Angel’s teeth had on his flesh release and then a gentle tongue was delicately lapping at the area, the sting receded and Xander could both hear and feel the purr from the vampire hovering over him.

In one smooth move, Angel rolled over onto his back and pulled Xander with him, still with his cock seated in the human’s ass. He held the sweating, panting boy to him and kissed the top of his head. The vampire continued the contented purr and let his hands stroke over the heated flesh. The combination of the tender caresses and purring soothed Xander and he fell into an easy slumber with his head resting on his new owner’s chest.

“Mine,” Angel declared possessively, as he held Xander against him.
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