Oxnard Bound

[jasonsnene]

Title:  Oxnard Bound
Author:  jasonsnene
Pairing:  Angel/Xander
Rating:  NC17
Warnings:  M/M, daddy!kink, stripping

 

Xander stood staring at the dark curtain, not quite believing what he was about to do. He was crazy. It was official now. They should give him a stamp. Certifiable. That’s what his stamp would say. 

 

He was supposed to be the dishwasher. The dishwasher didn’t dance. The dishwasher washed. Well, the dishwasher washed for five bucks an hour. The dancers danced and made five bucks a minute. At least that’s what they told him.

 

And when a dancer had called in sick, he really didn’t think that the manager would ask him to fill in. He was Xander after all. Who would want to see him shaking anything? But the manager had begged and pleaded and then had promised to give him an extra shift.

 

He needed the money if he was ever going to get out of this town. And boy did he ever want to get out of this town. So here he was, staring at the back of a dark curtain, ready to go out on stage and dance.

 

Okay, part of the dancing included taking off his clothes. But it was dancing, right? He could dance. It was dancing. Then the announcer said his name and Xander forgot how to breathe much less dance. 

 

He felt hands shove him forward and suddenly he wasn’t behind the safety of the curtain anymore. Now, he was lit up and there were people cheering and then there was music and oh my god he was supposed to be dancing. He couldn’t dance. 

 

But he remembered that he needed this job, needed the money to fix his car and his hips started moving and he tried to forget where he was and what he was doing and just focused on the music.

 

He could do this. He was doing this. Xander stepped further out onto the stage and the cheers got louder. He could just pretend that he was at the Bronze with the girls and they were all cheering him on and he would be Xanderlicious and they would all laugh and joke and be his friends.

 

His hard hat slipped down over his eyes. He’d almost forgotten it. Xander reached up and tugged it off his mop of brown curls and tossed it backward towards the dark curtain. The cheers got louder and he couldn’t help the goofy grin that crossed his face.

 

He stepped further out onto the stage and towards the pole that was beckoning at the end. Xander wasn’t exactly sure what he was supposed to do on the pole but had enough of an imagination that he was going to try to figure it out.

 

Xander grabbed the pole and swung his body around. His tool belt clanged against the bar and he started, embarrassed. He was in full construction boy regalia. The audience seemed to be enjoying it. 

 

Xander unclipped his tool belt and let it clang to the ground at his feet. The crowd went wild. He spun himself on the pole again and then leaned against it, pretending it was someone’s warm body and he was sliding his way down.

 

His boots were next and he toed them off one at a time while giving his sexiest puppy eyes to the front row. They were nearly ecstatic and Xander felt himself feeding off of their energy. This was kinda fun.

 

Boots off, Xander gave the pole another whirl, almost losing his balance as his bare feet tried to grip on the slick floor. He tried to cover by sliding around the pole again and pulling on the fly of his jeans.

 

Well, they certainly enjoyed that. Xander had learned how to tease from the best of them. He was friends with Buffy after all. He tried to channel her now, all those teasing innuendos when they were together, dancing at the Bronze, lost in the music.

 

Xander spun around when his jeans were completely unfastened. Now, the moment of truth. Was he really going to drop his pants in front of a room full of strangers? He bent over and pulled his jeans down with one hard tug. 

 

Yep, it seemed like he was. The noise behind him was nearly deafening as he removed his jeans and stood there in his G-String. He grabbed the pole again and tried doing another sexy spin as he pondered the meaning of the word.

 

Why exactly was it called a G-String? It wasn’t really shaped like a G. Didn’t really cover his G spot. Cause guys didn’t have G spots. Did they? No, they couldn’t have. He’d have heard about it by now or at least read about it in one of those girly magazines the girls were always leaving around.

 

Not that he read the articles. Especially not the ones about having sex. Nope, he just looked at the pictures. That was all he did. He didn’t know the 10 best ways to please your lover or the 10 best uses for whipped cream in bed. Nope, not him. Just picture guy.

Hmm…whipped cream. There was a good thought. Xander slid around the pole imagining he was the whipped topping. Imagining Buffy and Faith licking it off of him as they made their own Xander sandwich.

 

Oh, he better stop that train of thought or there’d be a different kind of cream and wouldn’t that be embarrassing. Xander stopped imaging Faith and Buffy, gyrating around the Bronze lost in the music and damn there he was again thinking of them.

 

Ok…whipped cream. Creamy filling. Oreo’s. Chocolate with cream filling. You could lick the cream filling just like you could lick…nope. That train of thought wasn’t helping either.

 

Xander took a quick look around at the audience. They were still cheering like crazy and he was really starting to get into this. Well, he was actually getting into it a bit too much if truth be told.

 

That was until he spotted familiar dark hair at the back. Dark hair on top of distinctive broody forehead. No, it couldn’t be. Xander completed his circle on the pole and gyrated around a little more.

 

No, the dark hair wasn’t there anymore. It was just his imagination. But, hey, that did the trick. Imagining dead boy here and little Xander just started behaving again and Xander wasn’t so worried about embarrassing himself anymore.

 

When the music wound down, he felt hands groping and tucking bills inside his G-String. Well, wasn’t that awkward. He allowed as much as he could, they were giving him money after all, until he finally pulled away and headed back towards the curtain. 

 

The dancers met him in the back and clapped his shoulders with words of job well done ringing in his ear. It was funny. No one ever told him he was good at a job. Until this one, the job he never thought he would do. Even Xander understood the irony there.

 

As he packed up for the night the manager pressed a stack of bills into his hand. After another round of shoulder slapping and congratulations, Xander was sent home for the night.

 

He counted the bills as soon as he was locked inside the little room he was renting. Over a hundred dollars. For five minutes work, he was now holding one hundred dollars. Xander counted the money a second time to be sure.

 

It was right. He’d counted correctly the first time and now he was so much closer to having the money he needed to fix his car and get out of this town. As he stared at his take for the night, Xander found himself hoping that the dancer would still be sick tomorrow night.

 

At this rate, he’d be out of here in no time at all.

 

Xander showed up early for work the next night and was rewarded with the opportunity to dance again. He hated the fact that he was cheering for someone else’s sickness but man was the money worth it.

 

Plus, the manager assured him that tonight’s crowd was even more generous than the one from the night before. Xander had a feeling he knew what that meant. Last night was ladies' night. And since Xander had been working here for a while, he knew that most nights he didn’t hear the high pitched screaming he’d received last night.

 

Nope, usually the yells were lower and no, he was not thinking about how cool it would be for other guys to notice him and no, he was not more nervous about this than he was last night. It was dancing. He could dance.

 

It was finally his turn and Xander felt the hard hat being pushed back onto his head. His  tool belt, jeans and boots were back on and this time they’d added some kind of leather vest thing. They promised him the guys would love it.

 

So he pasted on his puppy grin and waited for the music to start. He didn’t have to be pushed this time, but stepped out onto the stage voluntarily, taking in the sight of all the guys staring at him.

 

The cheering started right away and it spurred him into action. He found himself strutting to the pole, duplicating his actions from the night before. Except this time he didn’t find himself searching the crowd for familiar dark hair.

 

For his new finale he dropped to his knees. The other dancers told him the guys got off on that and boy howdy did he suddenly have a lot of hands on him and a lot of money being shoved…Hey! They weren’t supposed to touch there!

 

But the bouncer came to his rescue after a moment and Xander found that he may know the reason for the name G string after all because it felt like he had at least a grand tucked into the skimpy underwear.

 

His goofy grin firmly in place, Xander headed backstage. He guessed it was rude to count your money in front of the other guys so he just tucked it into his bag, smiling the whole time at the number of bills. It was at least twice what he had last night…and he thought he spied a couple twenties in the mix.

 

The manager stepped in and asked if Xander would help out in the kitchen so he agreed and threw his street clothes back on before heading to the back. The new kid was barely keeping up and Xander grabbed the bags of trash and headed for the dumpster.

 

No way was the kid going to keep the job if he couldn’t keep the trash cleared and the glasses clean. It was still a bar, even though most of the guys had been too focused on tossing money at him to drink. Xander found himself grinning again.

His grin stayed in place until he heard voices behind him. Then we switched back to his famous “I’m nobody, leave me alone” face that had saved him so many times in Sunnydale. 

 

Of course, in Sunnydale the guys approaching him in alleys were of the undead variety and hadn’t just seen him nearly naked and prancing around a pole on stage. He tried to ignore them. 

 

They weren’t going to be ignored. Xander was shoved into the wall and he took the time to look at the men surrounding him. They were bigger than Xander. And there were three of them. There wasn’t going to be much he could do to stop them.

 

Xander prepared to scream but a mouth was clamped quickly over his and all that came out was a muffled squeal. He struggled but his arms were clamped down and held tightly. This was seriously not good.

 

Evil human guy number one was looking him in the eye as his hand roved over Xander’s body, touching him roughly with pinches and squeezes that caused Xander to renew his struggle.

 

The guy just laughed and pulled open Xander’s jeans before shoving them around his ankles. The guys holding his arms spun him around before Xander even realized what they were doing and he stumbled and fell against the wall.

 

His arms were pinned again and he felt a large hand playing against his entrance. He struggled again, crying out for help and to stop. Evil human guy just laughed. “Aw, does the little fag want to go home to daddy?”

 

But suddenly he didn’t have to struggle any more and he was pulled away from evil human guy and into stronger, more powerful arms. “He doesn’t have to go home to daddy. Daddy’s right here.”

 

Xander looked up, confused at the voice. It was him. Dark hair, forehead. Yep, it was him. Angel pressed a quick kiss to Xander’s lips. “How was your night baby? These guys didn’t know you had a Daddy did they?” Xander shook his head, still in shock and confused.

 

Angel’s hand reached out and grabbed the wrist of evil human guy one. “You touched by baby. I’m thinking you shouldn’t be allowed to touch anything else ever again.”

 

The human screamed as Angel snapped his wrist. Xander grabbed Angel’s arm. “No, Angel. Don’t. Not for me.” Angel growled and with a couple quick punches the other two were down for the count as well.

 

Xander realized that he was shaking and still standing with his pants around his ankles. He blushed before bending over to pull them up again. Which would have been very dignified if he hadn’t gotten dizzy and stumbled. 

 

He found himself scooped up in Angel’s arms, his pants pulled back into place somehow, and Angel carried him back into the club. When he was seated in the employee break room, Angel told him to stay and walked out.

 

He returned a few minutes later with the manager and two bouncers. The bouncers headed outside to deal with the pile of bodies in the alley. The manager rushed to Xander’s side.

 

After reassuring the poor guy that he was fine, just scared and that Angel had arrived in time to keep anything too horrible from happening, Xander was ready to go back to his room and curl into a ball.

 

Angel scooped him up again and why all of a sudden was he incapable of walking? When Angel growled at him when he started to protest, Xander wisely shut his mouth and let himself be carried.

 

It wasn’t as if supernatural strength guy would get tired. 

 

Xander was very surprised when Angel carried him to the little house where he was renting a room. He paused at the door, looking expectantly at Xander. Xander stared at him dumbly for a minute before remembering.

 

“Come in.”

 

Angel still didn’t speak but carried him up to his room and laid him on the bed. Then he started throwing all of Xander’s stuff into a bag. “What the hell are you doing, Angel?”

 

“I’m packing.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Because I’m getting you out of this godforsaken town.”

 

“No, you’re not.”

 

Growl. “Yes, I am.”

 

“Uh, I say again No. With a side of Hell No.”

 

Growl. “Stop growling at me.”

 

Growl. “Angel, I’m fine. You got there in time. And speaking of there, why the hell were you there in the first place.”

 

Angel glared at him and continued packing. “I had to meet an informant there last night for a case I’m working on in L.A. I saw you there. Couldn’t stop thinking about it so I came back tonight.”

 

Xander stared, ogled really. Angel had watched him last night. He knew that the dark hair and forehead could belong to no one else. “Angel, stop packing my stuff. I’m fine, just going to get some rest and go back to work tomorrow.”

 

Growl. “No, you’re not.”

 

“Uh, yes I am. You’re not my father. Hell, even he doesn’t get to tell me what to do anymore.”

 

Growl. “Stop growling at me, damn it.”

 

Growl. “Angel if you growl at me one more time…”

 

Growl. Glare. “Right, can’t do anything to stop you. I get that. But you can’t make me go with you.”

 

Growl. Glare. “Angel this is ridiculous. I’m fine. Really.” 

 

The rest of his belongings were shoved into his bags. Angel held the bags in his hands and proceeded to scoop Xander up again. Xander didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. It was kind of funny. But it was kind of pissing him off too.

 

Xander found himself loaded into a really cool black car that under other circumstances he would be drooling over and heard his bags being tossed into the back. Angel climbed in the driver’s door and started the engine.

 

Then they were off. It took Xander a while to realize Angel wasn’t taking him back to Sunnydale. “Um, Angel. Where are we going? Cause Sunnydale is that way.”

 

Growl. Glare.

 

Oh good. They were still doing that game.

 

 

They arrived in L.A. a couple hours later and Angel repeated his scooping of Xander and luggage and carried everything inside. Xander didn’t argue. Angel took them down to the basement, to what was obviously his new apartment.

 

He sat Xander on the bed and put his luggage in the closet. When he came back, Xander looked at him and realized that Angel wasn’t really all there. His eyes were tinged with yellow and he looked off.

 

Xander wasn’t sure what was going on but obviously something about finding him the way Angel had, triggered something in the vampire. Xander let out a sigh. Well, he was fairly sure this wasn’t Angelus or he’d be dead by now.

 

Angel started pulling at Xander’s clothes and although Xander protested, there really wasn’t much he could do to stop the determined vampire. Once he was naked, Angel scooped him up again and carried him into the bathroom.

 

The vampire started the shower and put Xander under the spray. Xander enjoyed the hot water, letting it melt away the events of the past few hours and relaxing into the heat. Well, he was relaxed until Angel stepped into the shower with him, naked as well.

 

Xander backed away. Angel pulled him closer. Xander sighed again. “Listen, deadboy. I don’t really need help here. Been showering for a long time. Pretty sure I know how to do it.”

 

Growl. Glare. 

 

Angel inspected his body carefully, checking for injuries. Xander could have told him he was fine. Just a little bruising around his arms where the evil human goons had held him against the wall.

 

He’d had worse. Angel rubbed at the bruises gently, like the was trying to wipe them away. Then he kissed them. Xander stood there, letting the water wash over them both, while this strange version of Angel tended to him.

 

Angel pushed their foreheads together, and breathed in deeply. “You still smell like them.” Then he grabbed the body wash and cloth and started cleaning Xander. He was very thorough.   When he was done, he breathed in again and let out a sigh of relief.

 

“That’s better.” Well, Xander thought, at least Angel was happy with the situation now. And then he looked into Xander’s eyes again and Xander trembled at the intense look in his eyes.

 

“I’m sorry, baby. Sorry I didn’t get there sooner. Sorry I let them touch you. I won’t let them touch you again.” Angel was rambling. It sounded a bit like Xander babble. Angel embraced him, pulling their bodies tightly together.

 

Well, Xander supposed there were worse things that could happen. He raised a hand to stroke through Angel’s hair. “Angel.” 

 

Growl. Glare.

 

Okay. This was getting ridiculous. What was he supposed to say with an armful of growling, glaring vampire? Well, there was that one thing.

 

“It’s okay, Daddy. Baby is fine.” Angel started purring. Huh, it worked. 

 

“Daddy, I’m getting kind of wrinkly here. Can we get out of the shower now?” Purr. Huh. That was odd.

 

Angel turned off the water and pulled a towel off the rack. He made sure Xander was completely dry before quickly toweling himself off. Then he scooped Xander up again and carried him back to the bedroom. 

 

He settled Xander into the center of the bed and climbed in after him. Pulling the covers over them both, Angel spooned up next to Xander and started purring again. Well, that was kind of relaxing. 

 

Xander felt his eyes start to drift closed as Angel continued to purr behind him. Finally, he stopped fighting and drifted off to sleep. He woke up when he felt cool hands touching his body. It was nice. 

 

Wait. Cool hands. Nice. Hold on. Xander tried to turn but Angel held him still as his hands continued their exploration. “Angel.” Growl.

 

“Angel” Growl. Grip. “Ouch, easy on the important parts.” Then the hand gripped him more gently and started stroking. “Oh, wow. Then. Um. OH.” Angel’s other hand turned Xander so that he was on his back. 

 

He looked up at the vampire. His eyes were still yellow. “Um, Angel?” Growl. Um, Angel, man, what are you doing?” Growl. Grip.

 

“Ouch! Angel!” Growl. Oh, that again. “Daddy?” Purr. “Daddy, you’ve got to be gentle. Baby can’t handle the rough treatment.” Purr. Stroke. 

 

“Mmmm…oh, Daddy. That feels kind of good.” Stroke. Twist. “OH! Oh, Angel.” Growl. “Daddy, oh, do that again.” Stroke. Twist. 

 

Xander finally gave up trying to be rational and let his body enjoy the sensations. This was so good, so different. Angel’s hand was big and wrapped all the way around him. And, oh god, there was something to be said for 200 years of experience.

 

Angel pulled Xander’s thighs apart and settled between them, never letting up his grip on Xander’s cock. Xander watched his lead lower and then felt cool lips wrap around his aching length, soothing and arousing at the same time.

 

Angel sucked. Oh God, did he suck and Xander couldn’t stop and felt his orgasm shoot into the cool mouth above him. Angel kept sucking until Xander’s cock stopped trembling. 

 

Then he slid up Xander’s body, licking and kissing all the way to up to Xander’s parted lips. Then a cool tongue pressed into his mouth. Xander opened wider, letting Angel explore him and feeling the cool body above him settle in.

 

The weight was comforting somehow. Angel lying above him, surrounding him, made him feel safe. Xander felt Angel’s arousal rubbing against him and arched into it, pressing his body into Angel’s.

 

Angel lifted his mouth from Xander’s and slipped two fingers into his mouth. They were dripping when he pulled them out and he slid them down Xander’s body until they caressed his opening.

 

Xander tensed against the touch, not knowing what to expect. No one had ever touched him there before. Angel’s finger gently teased his opening and then he pushed it just inside the tight ring of muscles.

 

It didn’t really hurt but was a strange feeling, and Xander stilled, letting his body adjust to the sensation. Then Angel pushed in a little more and Xander found himself pushing back, allowing more of Angel inside him. 

 

Angel’s finger swirled around inside him and Xander realized he was being prepared. The thought should have made him panic but it didn’t. Somehow, this felt right. He looked up at Angel again, brown eyes meeting gold.

 

“You okay, baby?” Angel’s words caused Xander’s breath to catch. “Yes, Daddy.” Purr. God he could get used to that sound. And then he felt a burn as Angel pushed two fingers in and his body struggled to adjust.

 

But as before, Angel was gentle and the burn soon faded to be replaced by a full feeling. Angel’s fingers swirled and stroked and then they touched something, something deep inside his body that had Xander arching off the bed and into Angel.

 

“That’s it baby. Let Daddy make it feel good.” Xander felt the long fingers brushing that spot again and it felt so good that he never wanted it to stop. “More. Daddy, please more.”

 

Angel complied and continued to stroke his fingers into Xander, hitting that bundle of nerves with every stroke. Xander gasped when the fingers left his body. He wanted them back inside him. Now.

 

But Angel shifted his thighs further apart and pushed them up. His hole was opened now, more relaxed. He could feel it. And then Angel’s cock was pressed to his body, slicked by more of Angel’s saliva. 

 

The first push was the worst, that burning stretch and his body wanted to fight but he tried to hold himself still. Angel moved so slowly, so gently that his body adjusted and allowed more inside. 

 

And then Angel was buried deep inside him. “How does that feel baby? Do you like Daddy’s cock deep inside you?”

 

Xander groaned. “More. Daddy, more.” Angel moved then and Xander saw stars. That thick cock was stroking his sensitive spot and his own cock was getting hard again in response.

 

It was overwhelming, these sensations. Better than he ever thought it could be. As Angel filled him and made him desperate for more, all Xander could think was that he never wanted this to end.

 

Angel kissed him then and he couldn’t think as his body was filled and his mouth devoured. “Baby, you’re so tight for Daddy.” Angel peppered little kisses along his jaw to his ear.

 

“I needed to fuck you so bad, Baby. I want to fill you up with my seed. Make you mine.” Xander pulled his legs up higher, lifting his hips off the bed and allowing Angel to go deeper.

 

“Fill me up, Daddy. Give it to me. I want it. Baby needs it.” Xander arched against Angel as the strokes sped up and he was pounded into and his body ached and felt and nearly exploded with desire.

 

Then Angel gripped his cock in his steady hand again and started fisting him again, and with each thrust of Angel’s hips, Xander’s cock fucked the fist holding him tight. The twin sensations were too much for his over stimulated body and Xander came with a burst of fluid that coated his chest and Angel’s stomach.

 

Angel rode him for a few more moments until the clench of his spasming muscles drew his release. Xander could feel the powerful jets of come riding up into his body and his cock jerked again at the stimulation.

 

When Angel’s orgasm was through he lowered Xander’s legs and pulled himself gently from Xander’s body. Xander wrapped his arms around Angel, holding him tight. “Don’t go, Daddy.”

 

“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s not going anywhere.”