Xander really didn’t want to go to L.A. but he didn’t have any other options. He’d tried every other doctor and every other specialist that he’d used his limited internet research skills to find. They’d all told him the same thing: nothing could be done for his eye.
But there was one more option. A surgeon who was doing an experimental treatment that just might work. Xander was desperate enough to try anything – well, anything that wasn’t magic. He refused to allow Willow to work her mojo to fix him even though he wanted his eye back more than just about anything. There were some lines, though, that even he wouldn’t cross.
Now he just had to wait for the results to come in. He’d sat through hours of preliminary testing at the surgeon’s office and they told him they’d know in three days whether or not he was a candidate. They’d also let him know just how dangerous the surgery would be and it left him with a lot to think about.
At least he had something to keep him occupied though. Against his better judgment, he’d caved to Buffy’s pout and had agreed to check up on Angel. From the looks of the law office where Angel was apparently CEO these days, Angel was doing just fine.
Xander debated whether or not to go in, to actually have a word or two with Deadboy just so he could feel like he’d truly “checked” on him but decided that he didn’t want to deal with the extra stress. His mind was already running in circles from the day of poking and prodding and he didn’t think he could handle a run in with the brooding wonder.
Of course, that decision was quickly taken out of his hands when he felt a firm hand grip his shoulder and he was spun around to face the very vampire that he’d decided to avoid. Angel. Shit. Well, at least now he wouldn’t have to deal with the large guilt trip Buffy would have sent him on when he told her he hadn’t actually spoken to her vamp.
Angel was staring at him and the look of intense anger on his face gave Xander pause. He hoped that the soul was still in residence. Otherwise, he was in serious trouble. Angel started growling and grabbed Xander’s eye patch, pulling it off his head and revealing the damaged socket hidden beneath it.
Xander yelped and immediately brought his hand up to cover his eye – he didn’t let anyone see it. Angel slapped his hand away and growled again. This time, though, the growl included words. “What happened?”
Not sure what his reaction should be, Xander tried to go with his usual flippant response. “Well, you see, there was the preacher man and he decided that he needed…” Xander’s voice drifted away when Angel’s growling intensified and his arms were squeezed in an unnaturally strong grip.
“Don’t joke about this, Xander. What the fuck happened?”
“Seriously, Deadboy. It was the preacher man. You know, the First’s lackey?”
“I should have made him suffer more for this.”
Xander wasn’t sure what to make of that so he just did his usual and tried to shrug it off. “No big. What’s done is done.”
“No big? This is very big. Why wasn’t I informed of this? This is unacceptable.” Angel turned and entered the office and dragged Xander along behind him.
“Come on, Angel. It was a long time ago. And, also, uh, why would you have wanted to know? It’s not exactly like we’re president of each other’s fan club here.”
Angel dragged him into the elevator and pushed the button for the top floor before pushing Xander back into the corner and leaning into him. “You’re mine, Xander. I should have been told.”
Xander squeaked. It was a manly squeak, but a squeak nonetheless. “Uh, Angel? I’m not yours.”
Angel snarled and buried his face in Xander’s neck. He could feel the ridges emerge on the vampire’s face and there may have been another squeak involved. Angel was sniffing him and then, oh god, he licked him, right on the pulse point of his neck. Xander was never going to forgive Buffy if Angel drained him. He’d haunt her or something.
The elevator dinged and Angel pulled his face from Xander’s neck and again dragged him through the halls. Xander let his hand come up to his neck to check for puncture marks and was relieved not to find any.
Xander tried to pull away from Angel’s grip but he couldn’t, and as he was led past a receptionist’s desk, he was surprised to see Harmony sitting there. She squealed and ran to him but stopped when Angel snarled at her. “Uh, sorry, boss! But it’s XANDER!! With one eye. That’s kind of gross actually.”
Xander looked away, hiding his injury, as he was led into a large office and pushed onto a leather couch. Angel went behind the desk and picked up the phone. “My office. NOW.” Then he slammed the phone down and went back to Xander.
He paced in front of the couch, looking at Xander on every pass and growling. Xander hoped that whoever he’d called would a) get there quickly and b) wouldn’t kill him because Deadboy was seriously freaking him out with this one.
When the office door opened, Xander nearly hyperventilated when Spike strolled through like he owned the place. He came to a quick stop when he saw Xander sitting on the couch and his eyes went back and forth from Angel to Xander several times.
Angel marched over to Spike and growled and Spike, to Xander’s wonder and horror, dropped to one knee. Angel grabbed him by the hair and jerked Spike’s head up. “Why wasn’t I told that my boy was hurt?”
Spike gave a quick apologetic look to Xander before looking back up at Angel. “Sorry, Sire. It was my fault. I couldn’t get to him quickly enough.” Angel shoved Spike hard and he fell backwards onto the carpet.
“Go find Wesley and Fred and have them see if they can find a way to fix this.”
“Yes, Sire.” Spike nearly ran from the room and Xander tried hard to close his mouth but it refused to cooperate and remained hanging open in shock. Spike acting subservient to Angel? Since when? And over him? What the hell sort of alternate dimension had he fallen into? He pinched himself, hard, and yelped when it hurt. Yep, he was awake.
Angel heard his yelp and Xander cursed to himself as it drew the vampire’s attention back to him. Suddenly, Angel was kneeling at his side, running his hands over Xander’s body as if checking for wounds.
When he didn’t appear to find anything, he asked “What hurts?” Xander held up his arm where the pinched spot was glowing red. “I pinched myself.”
“You what?”
“I pinched myself. I kind of thought I might be asleep or something because this is the weirdest thing ever. Well, not weirder than the bug lady, or, in fact, weirder than that guy who turned to bugs, or me eating bugs now that I think of it. And why do so many of my horror stories involve bugs?” Realizing he was falling into dreaded Xander-babble territory, Xander finally snapped his mouth shut.
Angel finally stopped scowling and smiled just a little. “I’ve missed that.” Then he leaned over and kissed the reddened skin and ran his tongue over it.
Xander tried to pull his arm away. “Uh, Deadboy? You’re kind of freakin’ me out a little here with the licking and the kissing and the ‘he’s mine’ stuff.”
“Don’t call me Deadboy, Xander.”
“Well, Spike has claimed Captain Forehead and man I wish I had thought of that one and I’m not calling you those other weird British things that he calls you.”
“Just call me Angel. Please.” Xander nearly flinched at the pleading tone in Angel’s voice. This must be some weird dimension thing. Right. That had to be it.
“Okay, Angel. Whatever you say, man.”
“Thank you. Now come on.” Angel stood and pulled Xander to his feet and the dragging process was repeated, this time to an elevator in the corner of the office and Xander had a sneaking suspicion he was going to like their next destination even less than this one.
His suspicions were confirmed when their elevator ride ended in what was obviously Angel’s apartment. Xander pulled against Angel’s grip as he was led through the room and into the bathroom. “Angel, seriously, you’ve got to cut it out.”
“I can’t. You smell like them.” Then he proceeded to start removing Xander’s clothes. Vampire fingers were very fast and by the time Xander realized what was going on his shirt was unbuttoned and being dragged down his arms.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!! WHOA! What the….Angel! Cut that out!” Angel obviously wasn’t listening as his hands were now working on Xander’s khakis and Xander found himself with pants pooled around his feet before he could grab them.
He did, however, manage to grab his boxers and hold them tightly. No way was he going to be naked. Nuh uh. But then Angel pulled and Xander was left with nothing but two handfuls of boxer fabric.
Angel knelt down and pulled his sneakers off, tossing them out of the way and pulling his pants off his legs. Xander balanced precariously on one foot while he tried to think of a way out of this that didn’t involve him running naked and screaming through the corridors. He couldn’t think of anything.
The shower started and then Xander found himself sighing under the water for a moment. Man, this was a luxury shower complete with those multiple shower heads that came from all directions and got you…oh my god. He was naked in Angel’s shower.
Not only was he naked in Angel’s shower, but he was naked in Angel’s shower with a naked Angel! Xander added another manly squeak to his manly squeak collection and backed up into the corner of the shower. Angel pulled him back out again and started soaping him up.
Okay. This was seriously wiggy. Angel was…possessed. Yeah, that was it. Possessed by a….clean demon? No, that didn’t make sense. Possessed by a water demon who liked to feast on squeaky clean Xander meat? And Oh. My. God. Angel was touching Xander meat. And damned if Xander meat wasn’t responding in a way that no Xander meat should ever respond to being manhandled by another, uh, man. Vampire. Whatever. Xander meat apparently wasn’t picky.
Then there was more of that sniffing thing and Angel dropped to his knees and sniffed….the Xander meat. Oh my. Then he…licked. Oh my. Angel was licking the Xander meat and Xander really wanted to quit referring to little Xander as Xander meat because that brought to mind eating and he really didn’t want to think about a vampire with pointy sharp fangs and eating anywhere around his, uh, meat, manflesh, whatever.
Xander manflesh really liked Angel’s attention and Xander suddenly wasn’t thinking about anything but the fact that his brains were now being sucked out through his cock. He leaned back against the wall and let the water pour over him. His hands drifted to Angel’s head as it bobbed over him and Xander dropped his head back and moaned as a particularly hard suck took him deeper into Angel’s throat.
He should probably stop and think about what was happening, about why this was happening, but he really just didn’t care at the moment. Angel pulled off his cock and looked up at him with a little smirk that would have looked more at home on Spike’s face but fit Angel so well at the moment that Xander thought about freaking out again.
Then Angel stood and pushed himself between Xander’s spread legs and for the first time Xander noticed that Angel’s own manflesh was jutting out from his body and the tip was gleaming a bit and since when did he get aroused by another cock drooling? And then Angel grabbed both of them and started pumping them together and Xander nearly screamed with the pleasure of it.
His arms scrambled to find something to hold onto as his legs weakened and then Angel was lifting him up and guiding his legs around Angel’s waist and then their lips were on each other and slick fingers were stroking his ass and sliding into him and Xander was nearly incoherent and just held on for what was turning into the shower of his life.
Xander gasped when he felt the head of Angel’s cock brush against his hole and he nearly tensed up but then Angel’s hands were on him again, soothing and calming and making him need things he never knew he needed. When the brushing turned to pushing, Xander bore down and felt his body stretch and accept the invasion. Then they were both still as the water poured over them.
Angel’s forehead met Xander’s and Xander opened his eye to see Angel’s gold tinged one’s staring back at him. “Mine,” Angel whispered against his lips and Xander didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what to do, so he held on tight and started moving against Angel’s body. Angel held his hips and guided him up and down before pressing Xander more tightly against the wall.
Then he started thrusting with more force and Xander nearly howled as his body screamed in pleasure, and yes, pain, and he loved it and wanted more. Then he was coming, shooting streams over his stomach that drifted between them and down to where they were joined. Angel stiffened against him and Xander felt his release shooting deep inside his body and he squeezed his ass muscles, trying to hold it inside and keep this feeling for as long as he could.
He was gasping for breath, aching and relaxed, confused and content, when it hit him: he’d just had sex with Angel. Angel who couldn’t have sex or really bad things happened. Xander thought he’d known fear before but it was nothing to this. He tried to stay calm and let his legs drift down to the tiled floor, dislodging Angel’s softening cock in the process.
Angel was still holding him against the wall and Xander turned slowly, angling himself under the water to rinse away the fluids he could feel running down his body. He disengaged from Angel’s arms and turned his face up to the shower and tried not to sob. How had this happened? How had he gone from standing out on the sidewalk to here in Angel’s shower in so short a time?
He tensed when Angel moved behind him. Was this it? Would he kill him now? Or would he draw it out and torture him like he had Giles? Xander let Angel turn him around, waiting for the feel of fangs at his neck. Angel tilted his head back and Xander blinked open his eye, wanting to see his fate approaching even though he was terrified.
Angel’s eyes were still yellow and that wasn’t a good sign. He was talking but Xander couldn’t separate the words from the ringing screams of terror that were running through his mind. Finally, though, his ears started functioning as the fangs didn’t appear and he could make out Angel’s words.
“It’s okay, Xander. I’m sorry. I lost control. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Please, Xander. Tell me you’re okay. I’m so sorry.” Angel’s eyes were searching his and his hands were gentle this time as they ran down his back over and over.
Xander tried not to flinch away from the touch but couldn’t help needing more space and he eased Angel away from him. “Are you going to kill me?”
Angel stepped further back on his own, shocked that Xander would think that he would ever kill him and then reminding himself just how many reasons he’d given Xander to doubt him. “No, Xander. Never.”
“I mean, I know we’ve never liked each other all that much and Angelus did threaten me in some pretty creative ways so I just need to know. Cause that felt pretty perfect, Angel, and if you’re going to go all Darth Angel on me, I’d like a little warning so I can get the hell out of here and crawl into a hole where I can pretend that I didn’t just release my worst nightmare.”
Angel stepped towards him again and the hands were back on him, stroking and soothing. “No, Xander. I’m different now. Things are different. I’m not going to turn into him like that again. It’s, well, it’s hard to explain really but you’re right, that was perfect and no, I’m not Angelus.”
Xander felt his knees buckle and he let out a gasp that he wasn’t sure was a sob or what but he was on the floor of the shower, water still pouring over him, Angel’s come leaking out of his ass, and now Angel’s arms were wrapped around him, holding him so tightly that he thought he might break.
Then he was being lifted and dried and carried out of the bathroom and his face was pressed into Angel’s broad shoulder, still not able to face the reality of what had happened. What could have happened.
Angel dried them both off and laid Xander carefully in his bed. He crawled in beside him and Xander shivered and curled tighter against Angel’s body. The he closed his eye and let himself drift off to sleep, refusing to think anymore about what ifs.
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jasonsnene) wrote2008-05-27 08:54 am
