Rebellious Desire part 9

[jasonsnene]

Title: Rebellious Desire (9/?)
Author: jasonsnene
Pairing: Angel/Xander, Graham/Andrew, Spike/Riley
Rating: NC17
Warnings:  AU, M/M,  some violence , uh...maybe a bit of angst.  Just a smidge really...kinda.

Summary:  Modern, slashy version of a historical romance novel I read recently.  Just, you know, cause I wanted to.

Betas:  

carinas_carinae   and  aayesha_r 

 

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 Previous Parts

Rebellious Desire 9

 

It didn’t take long for Xander to break down completely in Angel’s presence. He’d tried to be strong for the past few weeks, but was so far out of his depth that he didn’t know where to start. Add to that the rejection from Angel, and Xander’s emotions were a wreck.

 

Angel held him tightly and whispered soothing words over and over until Xander was able to calm down. Angel lifted his chin and looked into his eyes. “I’m never leaving you again, Xander. You’ll have to pry me off of you with dynamite. You’re stuck with me now.”

 

It was the corniest thing Xander had heard in a long time, but it was just what he needed to hear at the moment. “That sounds good to me.”

 

Angel leaned down and kissed him gently. As was always the case with them, it quickly became more and before Xander knew it, he was lying on the bed with Angel over him. Xander broke away, gasping for breath, and they stared at each other for a long moment.

 

Xander searched Angel’s eyes, looking for some clue to reassure him that he wasn’t doing something stupid. His body was screaming at him to just let go, but he needed his mind to back up his body because once they crossed this line, Angel would have his heart.

 

He could see the passion in Angel’s eyes. Hell, there was so much fire in them that Xander was surprised he wasn’t burning with it. There was also a little spark of fear, but somehow, that spark made it okay. It let him know that Angel was invested in him, those still unspoken words weren’t needed as long as he could see what Angel was feeling from his eyes.

 

Angel let Xander look his fill for a moment longer before he reached up and cupped Xander’s cheek with his hand. He lowered his forehead to Xander’s and closed his eyes. “I don’t know what I would have done if something had happened to you.” Angel’s breath hitched at the mere thought and Xander tilted his head, brushing their lips together briefly.

 

“I’m okay now that you’re here.”

 

Xander reached up again, and this time there was no stopping their passion. Xander fumbled with the buttons on Angel’s shirt, pulling it open to reveal his bare chest. Angel’s hands worked Xander’s t-shirt up and they broke apart briefly to divest themselves of their shirts.

 

Angel’s fingers drifted over the tanned skin of Xander’s abdomen, tracing the lightly defined muscles and feeling them flutter beneath his touch. Impatience overcame Angel’s desire to taste every inch of Xander and he moved his fingers lower, pulling at the sleep pants Xander wore and guiding them over slim hips. Xander did his part by kicking the offending fabric off his legs and let his own nimble hands work the fastenings on Angel’s pants. 

 

Angel sat on the edge of the bed and slipped off his shoes and socks. He wanted nothing more than to just throw his clothes off and fuck Xander through the mattress, and if they kept up this pace, that’s exactly what would happen. Instead, he took a moment to catch his breath, then walked over to place his pants on a chair. He returned to the bed and looked down at Xander. God, he was beautiful. It wasn’t that Xander had the best hair, or the best eyes, or the best body, but put them all together? Definitely the best. Angel couldn’t stop himself from reaching down and running his hand up Xander’s leg, over his hip, all the way up Xander’s body to his neck.

 

He lowered himself over Xander again, sighing at the feel of Xander’s skin pressed firmly against him for the first time. His lips traced Xander’s, nibbling little kisses that branded into Angel’s very soul. He needed this, needed Xander, with a desire that he’d never felt before. Never, in fact, knew he needed until this moment.

 

Xander’s hands ghosted over Angel’s back, until he reached Angel’s neck and forced Angel to stop his nibbling and deepen the kiss. The fire was lit once again and Angel was burning up. He rolled onto Xander, aligning their cocks together and thrusting his hips as his tongue thrust its way into Xander’s mouth.

 

Angel could feel Xander returning his thrusts in kind, and just knowing that Xander wanted him, needed to feel him as much as he needed Xander, was nearly enough to set him off. He forced himself to calm down and pulled his mouth away, determined to make this more than a quick roll in the hay.  After all the arguing, all the doubts, he wanted to show Xander that he was worth so much more.

 

Their eyes met again, and Xander smiled. If he’d been standing, Angel’s knees would have buckled. Angel dove in again, this time kissing his way down Xander’s throat, to his neck, then down to his chest. He teased each nipple in turn, feeling Xander’s hands grasping at his hair as Xander’s chest rose and fell as he gasped in pleasure.

 

Down Xander’s chest to his stomach, only taking a slight detour to thrust his tongue in Xander’s belly button, and then he was at his prize. Even Xander’s cock was perfect, and Angel licked it experimentally before closing his mouth over the tip and sucking gently. Xander’s hips thrust up and Angel’s mouth was filled with him. He continued licking and sucking, holding Xander’s hips in place with one arm, while the other sneaked down and teased the opening he so wanted to fill. 

 

Xander groaned and spread his legs wider, welcoming Angel’s touch. Angel released Xander’s cock from his mouth, and whispered “Lube?” Xander flung his hand over towards the bedside table, and Angel chuckled and leaned over to retrieve the necessities.

 

Then he was back in place, fingers slicked and condom lying at the ready by his side. He opened Xander carefully, stretching and preparing him to receive Angel inside. When he was done, he rolled the condom over himself, adding the lube from his fingers to his covered cock. Angel stretched himself back over Xander and positioned his cock at the entrance to Xander’s body.

 

Xander’s eyes blinked open, knowing he wanted to see Angel’s face at this moment. Their eyes held as Angel pushed forward and slid home. Xander’s hands clenched at Angel’s arms, and Angel paused before sinking again and again into Xander’s body.

 

Meeting thrust for thrust, Xander and Angel moved together and it wasn’t long before Xander’s head rolled back and his release shot between them. Angel trembled and came, nearly weeping at the pleasure, before lowering himself over Xander and kissing him gently.

 

“I love you, Xander.”

 

“I love you, too.”

 

They shared a smile, foreheads pressed together, before Angel moved to the side, tying the condom off and dropping it into the basket by the bed. He rolled back and gathered Xander towards him. “Let’s go get cleaned up.” Xander nodded sleepily, not really wanting to move from his current position. Angel smiled held him for a moment, before slipping from the bed. He wiped himself down and carried a warm cloth back to the bed, where he gently cleaned the already sleeping Xander. 

 

He tucked Xander in, making sure the blankets covered him just so, before kissing Xander’s forehead and slipping back into his clothes. He wanted to just curl up beside Xander and spend the night holding him in his arms, but he couldn’t forget the threat that was still out there, planning to try to take Xander from him.

 

Angel wasn’t going to let it happen. With one last look at Xander’s sleeping form, he slipped out into the hall. He froze when he heard footsteps and turned quickly, only to see Rupert standing in the hall, staring at him in surprise.

 

“Hello, Rupert.”

 

“What’s going on? Why are you here? Is Xander okay?”

 

“Well, that’s what we need to talk about. I think it’s past time that you told me whatever the hell it is that you know.”

 

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Spike and Riley sat in the library, waiting for Angel to return. It was going to be a while. They both knew it. Spike finally spoke. “Fuck.”

 

“What?”

 

“I said, FUCK.”

 

“I heard you. What?”

 

“You know what they’re up there doing right now.”

 

“Yep.”

 

“Fuck, it’s making me horny.”

 

Riley didn’t respond so Spike turned to look. He was surprised to see the other man blushing. And that made him even hornier.

 

“I need to fuck. Want to?”

 

“WHAT?”

 

“Damn, can’t you hear? I said, you wanna fuck?”

 

“…”

 

“Yeah, you’re probably right. We don’t have time for a good fuck. I mean, I’d like to suck you till you screamed, but that would just bring Angel running. So maybe we’ll just get each other off and save the fuck for later.”

 

“…”

 

“Oh, come on, pet. Give a guy a hand here. I could just slither right over there onto your lap, whip you out and stroke you. Then I’d whip me out, and hold us both tight until you came all over my fist. Doesn’t that sound like a plan?”

 

“…”

 

“Yeah, I thought so.” Spike rose and crossed to the chair Riley was sitting in. He straddled his lap, busy fingers reaching for Riley’s belt. Before Riley could even comprehend what was happening, Spike was holding his cock and stroking it. “Fuck yeah, Riley.  That’s a pretty piece you’ve got there. Want it in me. Don’t you want to feel me? See what a tight hole I have? Let me squeeze that pretty cock inside me and milk you dry?”

 

“Hell. yes.”

 

“Mmm. I thought so. Get me out, pet.” Riley’s fingers hurried to obey and then Spike was holding them both, stroking them hard and fast, just like he’d said he would. “I want you to come on my hand, Riley. Think about those two pretty men up there showing their love, Xander spread out all pretty for Angel. Then think about me, spreading for you, pulling you inside me. Come on, pet, spill it.”

 

Riley obeyed, coming all over Spike’s hand and Spike followed, groaning into Riley’s neck as his own release hit. “Fuck, I needed that.” Spike raised his hand and started to lick it clean. Riley grabbed it and pulled it towards his own mouth where he licked a long stripe up Spike’s hand. 

 

“Oh fuck, yeah.”

 

“You taste good. I want to taste more.” Spike’s eyes shot open. Looked like he wasn’t the only one who knew how to talk dirty. “I’m going take you back to my place when this is over, and bend you over the bed. I’m going to fuck you good, Spike. Make you want more.”

 

Spike groaned and arched his back as Riley started stroking him again. He was still sensitive, but it felt so good!

 

“Then, I’m going to flip you over and ride you. Show you just what us Iowa boys can do. I’ve got muscles you haven’t even dreamed of. You’ll be begging for more, Spike. But don’t worry, I’ll give it to you.”

 

Spike’s cock made a noble effort at trying to revive itself. As it was, another spurt came from his cock and Riley scooped it up and held the fingers out to Spike. Spike sucked the fingers into his mouth, tasting himself on Riley’s skin. 

 

“Fuck pet, let’s get this shit resolved and get the hell out of here.”

 

They shared a smile before hearing footsteps on the stairs. Spike scrambled up, putting himself back together quickly. He didn’t rightly care if Angel walked in on them, but they were in Xander’s pop’s library and he didn’t want to shock the poor old guy.

 

Spike was back in his chair, looking as innocent as it was possible for him to look when Angel and Giles entered the library. They both looked serious. When they were all settled and Giles began to speak, they realized just how serious the threat against Xander really was.

 

“Rupert, call Wesley and let him know we’ll be there first thing in the morning. I think Xander’s uncle and I need to have a little talk.”