Xander couldn’t help but gape at Giles. The man was asking the impossible.“You want me to…” Xander started, his lips continuing to work but minus the voice behind them. Giles coughed uncomfortably, sipping from a glass of water.
“I understand your trepidation, Xander, but I can’t make it up there and we need Angel’s help. You have nothing planned this weekend and have means to make it to his place and back. I just need you to get there, acquire the documentation from Angel, and return home. I really am sorry, I know you don’t exactly get along well with him, but it’s important.” Giles coughed again. Xander sighed.
This wasn’t really fair. Buffy wouldn’t go, she had too much to do with patrols, Willow was too busy with spell work, Giles was sick, Oz had band stuff to do. Asking Spike would have been pretty pointless; the bleached wonder never really hid his dislike of his Grandsire. G-man was right; Xander was the best they had for this.
‘Oh well,’ Xander mentally sighed. ‘Not like anyone makes a better gopher than the Zeppo, right?’
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sunset was coming on as Xander drove up to the front of the hotel. He checked the address Giles had written down for him; yep, right place. Angel had been called earlier to let him know Xander was coming out to get whatever it was Giles had needed. Xander knew he was expected, it was just weird to drive up to this big, spooky hotel with lights on up to the third floor.
Angel watched from the lobby window as Xander pulled up. He wasn’t sure what to expect from Harris; it was practically a lifetime since the two saw each other.
Xander grabbed a backpack from the passenger seat of his car, slinging the bag over his shoulder. He closed the driver’s side door and took the steps up to the door two at a time. He learned to dislike being outside after dark when he was alone; creepies and crawlies and all that. Before he could knock on the impressive front door, it was already open. Angel stood there silently, taking in the sight of the dark haired human.
Xander wore form fitting dark blue jeans, a far cry from the baggy trousers he wore in high school. Thankfully the ridiculous Hawaiian shirt was missing, replaced instead with a soft heather gray sweater, cashmere. Xander in cashmere? Angel blinked, surprised. The pièce de résistance, however, had to be the soft dark locks framing the young face. Apparently Xander had let his hair grow, just past his shoulders, and by the gods, wasn’t that sexy. A guttural laugh from within Angel’s mind snapped the vampire back to reality.
‘Leave it alone, Angelus.’ Angel snarled quietly.
“Uh,” Xander started, feeling a little disturbed being just watched by Angel like that. Never a good thing when a vamp has his or her eyes trained on you like that. It was a lot like being stuck in a cage with a very hungry lion. Just not a thing of the good. “Angel? You okay?” Xander asked. Angel cleared his throat unnecessarily, nodding.
“Come on in.” Angel inclined his head to Xander in a welcoming half bow. It took a bit for Xander not to laugh. The scene was slightly reminiscent of that Dracula book he borrowed from the library years ago. The part where Johnny Harker was let in by the big evil vampire, just to be held prisoner for months. Xander put a halt on that train of thought. It was disturbing. Even more so that it was almost…erotic.
‘Damn it, stupid brain, get rid of that thought before I torture you with elementary geometry.’ Xander thought, just suppressing the blush he felt, suddenly making the night seem a bit too warm for the sweater. Angel stood aside and let Xander in.
“I’ll show you to your room in a minute. Usually Cordy would do it, but she’s gone for the night; off with her recent boyfriend. Just drop your bag by the staircase.” Angel said, motioning towards a large set of stairs. Again, Xander felt that weird sense of thinking this had to be right out of that old book.
‘Maybe it’s just a vamp thing.’ Xander shrugged and set his backpack down. He followed Angel into a room just across the hall from the stairs.
The room was bigger than what Xander had expected, but then again, the whole place was kind of a shock. Xander had pictured Angel living in more of a crypt type place, decked out with dusty skellies held up in rusty manacles and cobwebs in every corner. Then again, Cordy was living here, too, along with that Wesley guy, and since they weren’t the living dead, it wasn’t likely they’d really like that kind of décor.
Xander watched as Angel silently made his way over to the big desk with a computer sitting on it, which almost made him laugh. A computer? Angel on the ‘net? Xander couldn’t help the near giggle bubbling up from within when he considered maybe asking Deadboy for his handle.
‘Hmm…handle…Angel handle…’ Xander thought as he watched the dark haired vampire move, bending to pick up a stray piece of paper that had fluttered off the desk. Xander just managed to suppress the blush creeping up the back of his neck. ‘Damn it, brain, when I want naughty thoughts about vampires, can you at least wait until you know the rest of me is hidden away in bed?’ Xander couldn’t help the blush then, as his defiant brain gave him an erotic image of Angel in bed with him, his long fingers making their way up Xander’s thigh…
Angel sniffed the air, confused. Why in the world did it start smelling like rushing blood? Worried Xander might have done something to hurt himself, he quickly turned around, his eyes on the brown haired boy. Xander seemed to be fine, he hadn’t been hurt, he wasn’t bleeding…that was when Angel caught the second scent. Arousal.
‘He’s still young, he’s going to be constantly thinking about sex. That’s it.’ Angel reassured himself, turning back to the task at hand. Angelus laughed within Angel’s mind, a laugh tinged with a growl. Angel hated it when Angelus did that; it always meant the demon was thinking something bad.
* We’ve been hanging around humans too long if you honestly can’t see this. Isn’t it obvious we arouse him? * Angelus asked casually. Angel frowned.
‘This one doesn’t swing that way, believe me. All of his past romances have been straight. The probability he would even consider wanting us, me, is so low it’s nonexistent.’ Angel thought, shaking his head. Angelus scoffed.
* Idiot. Probabilities? When did you stop using our senses? We can smell the attraction, we can almost taste the blood rushing through his veins, fueling that beautiful blush on his ivory flesh. * Angel sighed, leaning against the desk.
‘And you are so damn sure he’s thinking about us? He used to date Cordelia, you know. He might be thinking about her. Or that ex of his, the demon girl.’ Angel growled. Angelus laughed heartily.
* You just want to keep punishing us. You don’t think we deserve him. * Angelus stated. Angel was silent. Angelus roared with laughter. Angel squeezed his eyes shut. He was really starting to feel like his brain was too crowded.
* Okay, let’s make a deal, shall we? * Angelus offered. Angel sighed and sat in his leather desk chair, leaning forward over the keyboard. Angelus took that as a ‘go ahead’. * We have this one night with Alexander Lavelle Harris, then he gets to go back to Sunnyhell. We will be as charming as we know how to be, with the intention of getting this slender sapling into bed. If it works, you let me out, for, say, one hour, with him? At least? If it doesn’t work, if for some reason we fail, we won’t try anything with anyone else again without your complete cooperation. Deal? *
Angel couldn’t see the loophole he knew was there though Angelus didn’t let on. There was always a catch with that damn demon. He tapped his fingers on the keyboard, uselessly inhaling deeply. He supposed he really must have been hanging with humans too long if he was doing unnecessary things like breathing deeply when he knew he didn’t need to breath at all.
One hour? With Xander? As Angelus? That might not be too bad. It would be just one hour, and it wasn’t as if Angelus really had much control anymore anyway. Angel was stronger now; if he didn’t like something Angelus wanted to do, he could just kick the demon back in and take over. Plus, Angelus would only come out to play if he could even get Xander into bed, which was more than likely impossible.
* Aye, but didn’t someone say that the impossible only takes a little longer? * Angelus chuckled. Angel slid his tongue across his blunt teeth. Well, what was there to lose? If he made himself look like an idiot, he wouldn’t be losing a lot of ground with Xander; it wasn’t as if the human liked him much anyway. If he did get Xander into bed, well, he wouldn’t deny it had been some time since he last slept with anyone. And male? Much longer.
‘Fine. Agreed. We’ll try it.’ Angel said. He could feel Angelus’ sense of victory and, admittedly, he reveled in it. It had been some time since he felt the thrill of hunting someone, and it felt good.
Angel’s eyes darted up to see Xander still standing there, looking around the study. He glanced back at the computer, remembering that he was simply going to print out the papers Giles needed, sign them, give them to Xander, and send the boy to bed so he could be up early enough to get back home by noon tomorrow. Angel stood up instead, altering his plan.
“Come on, let me show you to your room, Xander.” Angel said, moving gracefully from his chair to right behind Xander with a speed that Xander had not expected.
“Uh, did we just come in here so you could sit at the desk for a second and not do anything?” Xander asked, humored. Angel grinned, showing a little teeth.
“Actually, I brought you in here to give you the paperwork for Rupert, but that can wait. You look exhausted.” Angel said smoothly, resting a cool hand on Xander’s lower back. “Let me take you.” Angel could feel the heat radiating off Xander and he could smell the blood rushing beneath that pale, almost vampiric pale, skin.
Xander knew he was blushing, and badly. He couldn’t help it now. There was a tiny alarm at the back of his head trying to tell him this couldn’t be a good thing, Angel getting all up close and personal. The much louder alarm from his nether regions told that little alarm to shut the fuck up and let Angel keep being this new, interesting, sexy Angel. Well, sexy Angel wasn’t new, but this being close and inviting was.
Since his break up with Anya, Xander had basically sworn off the ladies. Praying mantis, Incan mummy, vengeance demon, it was all much too much for him. It hadn’t taken much for Xander to be more comfortable working the same side of the fence; he’d gone on two dates with guys since the break up and was doing fine. Well, still single, so that wasn’t fine, but being all sorts of hormonal with guys was no longer a biggie.
“Lead the way.” Xander said, stepping away from the hand at his back. Angel grinned, definitely smelling the arousal practically pouring off the dark haired human.
* Maybe not as straight as you thought, hmm? * Angelus purred. Angel followed Xander back into the hallway, watching as the boy bent to pick up his bag. Now that was a nice view: Xander’s jeans weren’t just form fitting, they hugged every dip and angle of Xander’s ass and thighs. Angel could see just the lightest trace of an underwear line, just above mid-thigh. Boxer briefs?
Angel led Xander upstairs to the second floor, passing room after room. Xander was curious as to why Angel couldn’t just give him the first available room off the stairs. Wouldn’t that have been easier?
‘Uh oh, what if I’m really intruding here?’ Xander thought as they passed another few rooms. ‘What if all these rooms are taken up by friends? Or colleagues? Or…’ Xander didn’t finish the thought when he stopped abruptly, almost walking right into Angel’s back. They’d stopped just outside a room that had large double doors. ‘What the?’
Angel opened the doors, leading Xander inside. The room was high on the Wow Scale. Large bed in the middle of the room, much bigger than a queen, covered in dark red satin, or was it silk? The carpet was new, black and red, the pattern abstract and curling in on itself. The furniture was all a dark wood, which was a little strange to Xander. Wouldn’t a vampire want to avoid wood? What about splinters, weren’t they basically like little stakes? Wouldn’t that freak out a vamp?
“Drop your bag,” Angel said. It wasn’t a suggestion, or even a request. It sounded like an order. Blinking, Xander did as he was told and dropped his pack by his feet.
“Is there something wrong, Deadboy? I mean, Angel?” Xander laughed. It had been a long time since he’d used the nickname, it felt good to use it. He knew it bugged the vampire, though Angel rarely let anyone see him annoyed. Actually, it was rare to see Angel display any feeling at all.
“No, nothing wrong, I just don’t want it in the way,” Angel said, stepping behind Xander, wrapping his arms around his slender waist. Xander froze, his breath catching in his throat.
“What are you doing?” Xander asked, inhaling sharply. Angel nuzzled his nose into the crook of Xander’s neck, loving the scents coming off him. Arousal, need, fear. The mix was intoxicating. He knew he was letting himself be a little too demonic around Xander, especially since the fear in the boy was really making him want to just throw him on his bed and do unspeakable things to him.
‘Slower, damn it, don’t freak him out.’ Angel hissed mentally. Angelus growled impatiently.
* Easy for you to say, it’s been forever since we’ve had fresh human, not to mention anything that could be described as enjoyable sex. The Slayer? Ha. * Angelus spat. Angel frowned.
‘We aren’t biting him. We shouldn’t. It would just scare him.’ He wanted to believe that. He wanted to say he could just take Xander and not be tempted to bite him. Nope, that tender white flesh wasn’t going to tempt him. Angel licked Xander’s neck, feeling the blood rush under the skin. Okay, so he was damn tempted.
Xander could feel the gooseflesh rise all over his body as he felt Angel press himself against his back. When he felt Angel’s tongue at his neck, that about did it for him.
‘Not good, not good, not good,’ Xander thought as he let his eyes slide closed. He knew being in the arms of a vamp was rarely a good thing, being in the arms of a vamp who was licking at your neck was worse. ‘Bitten, do you want bitten? By Buffy’s ex, of all demons?’ Xander could hear the voice in his head, but damn it! Angel was fucking sexy and he was being sexy with him and he was licking his neck! ‘Yeah, neck, moron! Don’t forget, he’s still a vampy!’ Xander growled.
“Angel, stop it,” He breathed. Angel stopped, but he didn’t let go. Xander kicked himself mentally.
‘Happy now, you stupid conscience?!’ He grumbled.
“Something wrong, Alexander?” Angel asked huskily. Xander just about melted in Angel’s arms at hearing his name in that voice.
“Nuh uh, keep goin’,” Xander murmured happily. Angel could have laughed.
Gripping onto Xander’s hips, Angel ground himself into Xander’s backside, eliciting one hell of a sexy groan from the boy. He couldn’t help but nip at Xander’s exposed neck, extracting a whimper this time.
“How far do you want to go, Alexander?” Angel whispered into Xander’s ear, licking the lobe. Xander tilted his head back, resting it on Angel’s shoulder, giving the vampire full access to his neck if so desired. Little did he know it was very much desired. Angel couldn’t help his own groan, nipping the exposed flesh. Xander pressed himself back into Angel, purposely rubbing against the larger man’s trapped arousal.
Angel’s fingers gripped the hem of the cashmere sweater and pulled it up and off of Xander, leaving the human in a soft, white undershirt. He made little work of the flimsy obstacle, tossing it onto a chair along with the sweater. He stepped back a moment, his eyes traveling over Xander’s naked flesh. Smooth, pale, beautiful.
Stripping out of his own black pullover and tossing that onto the chair as well, he moved back in behind Xander, running his fingers over warm skin. His chilled, dead hands left trails of goose bumps.
“You’re cold,” Xander said, turning. Angel chuckled.
“I’m dead.” Angel reminded Xander, helping him turn fully, wrapping him again in his arms. He could now feel the young human’s own arousal as well as smell it. He pressed himself against Xander, letting the boy take in his unspoken proposition.
* You’re taking too long, * Angelus growled. * Push him onto the bed and have at it already! *
‘I will not scare him. I still can’t believe my luck in all this, I won’t risk him running off to who knows where in this damn town because he might get scared.’ Angel growled back. Angelus chortled.
* Scared? Idiot, you keep thinking he’s going to be scared of us. Was it not he that stood up to us? He that never forgot what we are? He knows what he’s doing, he wants it! Now stop being such a weakling and take him! *
Angel couldn’t argue. He also couldn’t argue that he wanted nothing more than to push Xander onto his bed and ravish him to within an inch of his life. Taking a long look into those deep chocolate eyes, Angel made up his mind.
“Whoa, there, hey!” Xander shouted, taken off guard. He was being pushed, rather forcibly, onto the large bed in the center of the room. Before he knew it, he was being stripped of his socks and jeans, leaving him in nothing but his underwear. When Angel’s cool body fit against his again, Xander definitely noticed the serious lack of clothing on Angel.
Ghosting his fingers across Xander’s nude thighs, Angel slipped two just under the waistband of Xander’s boxer-briefs. The boy’s sex was practically throbbing with need and Angel was quickly becoming drunk off the smell of blood flowing straight to the sensitive organ.
Xander could do nothing but lie still and watch as Angel felt him up. In hindsight, this was not what he was expecting this little visit to be like at all, but he was beyond happy about it turning out this way. He hadn’t successfully gotten into any guys pants, and he felt a small twinge of something in his gut at the happiness he felt at realizing his first gay experience was going to be with Angel, the vampire wet dreams were made of.
Angel bent his head and kissed at Xander’s thighs, quickly ripping the thin material of his underwear away. He licked and nipped his way up past a hipbone, turning his head to suck at Xander’s stomach before heading back up his torso. He spread Xander’s legs apart, positioning himself between them, pushing up so he was nose to nose with the dark haired human.
Hot, soft lips met refreshingly chilled lips in a crushing kiss. Angel twined his fingers in the silky dark locks framing Xander’s face, purring loudly as he pushed his tongue into Xander’s mouth. Xander groaned, thrusting his tongue against Angel’s.
Wrapping his hand around Xander’s thick cock, Angel pumped the boy a few times, inhaling the much stronger scent of Xander’s desire, growling low in his throat. Surprising him, Xander returned his growl with one of his own, thrusting his sex in Angel’s hand, growing closer to his climax.
“Hah, Angel…” Xander breathed, his voice catching on the end of Angel’s name. His fingers gripped onto the dark red silk (‘Definitely silk,’ Xander half thought) coverlet. He tilted his head back, letting his hair fall back behind his shoulders. His mouth was open as he gasped for breath, moaning Angel’s name once or twice.
‘Fuck, but he really puts on a show,’ Angel thought, speeding up his hand. ‘Beautiful, very beautiful, should have done this a long time ago, god, maybe when he was still in school,’ Angel thought to himself in a rush. Angelus growled harshly when Xander came, shouting Angel’s name.
* You’ve had your fun, my turn. * Angelus said. Angel snarled at the demon.
‘No way, I haven’t finished.’ Angel stated flatly. With barely more than a kiss, Angel slicked two of his fingers with Xander’s spent release and pushed them into Xander’s tight entrance. Xander gasped loudly, his teeth clamping down in a grimace of pain. The demon within Angel surged, wanting to be the one causing the pain but also the one who could take it away. Angel grinned feral.
‘Getting soft for a human, Angelus? What’s wrong, had me around too long?’ Angel teased. Angelus practically shrieked at Angel.
* If you don’t shut the fuck up I will see to it I cause you as much trouble as I possibly can, and you know I can. Let me have him! * Angelus barked. Angel thought a moment. Letting Angelus take over at this point might hurt Xander a lot more than he wanted to, but to not let Angelus out when he obviously really wanted to would most definitely cause problems in the near future. He weighed the options in his desire-addled mind.
‘Don’t hurt him.’ Angel ground out as he let the demon rise. Angelus grinned darkly, shaking his head tersely.
* I won’t hurt him too much. I just…need him. * Angelus thought calmly, scissoring Xander quickly. Xander’s breathing quickened, the pain in his ass heightened by the dizzying anxiety. He could only whimper as he waited for the pain to subside, gripping onto now Angelus’ arms.
Angelus leaned over Xander so that his lips were right at Xander’s ear while his cock was right at Xander’s entrance. He let his fangs slip from between his lips to graze Xander’s ear. He could feel the ripple of his normal face coming on and welcomed it fully.
“Mmm, precious, you are so hot,” Angelus purred. Xander’s eyes snapped open to glare at Angelus, more with shock than anger.
“A-Angel?” Xander choked out. Angelus chuckled, bending his head to glide his bared fangs along Xander’s throat.
“Guess again, beautiful,” Angelus said, inserting a third finger into Xander, spreading him as wide as he could. Xander let his head tilt back again, groaning, far beyond the pain stage now. “So very beautiful, do you know that? Much too beautiful to be human.” Angelus removed his fingers and, with one quick thrust, buried himself deeply into Xander. Xander practically screamed as he was filled completely, his fingers digging into Angelus’ cold flesh.
Angelus didn’t move, just kept Xander still impaled on him. He moved onto his knees, forcing Xander into his lap, holding him upright and close. Within moments Xander was slowly riding Angelus, grinding against him, gasping at each miniscule movement.
“You haven’t tried to stop me, boy,” Angelus said, rocking his hips in time with Xander.
“S-should I? Cause I don’t know ‘bout you, but this feels f-fucking fantastic,” Xander gushed, wrapping his arms around Angelus’ neck. Angelus growled deeply, nuzzling Xander’s neck.
“Could feel a lot better, boyo,” Angelus murmured, closing his eyes as he let Xander’s scent invade his senses. Xander shook his head, his dark locks falling in his eyes. Angelus pushed the stray hair behind one of Xander’s ears, licking his neck.
“God, I don’t see how this could get any better,” Xander moaned, his tempo increasing in Angelus’ lap. Angelus chuckled. He couldn’t help but enjoy the fact that Xander’s desire hadn’t waned an inch even though Angelus was in complete vampire mode, game face and all.
“I could pound you into the bed, for one. Or the floor, or the wall.” Xander visibly shivered at the graphic images flashing through his mind. “I could also sink my fangs into your sweetness, Alexander. Hell, you smell so delicious,” Angelus took an experimental nip at Xander’s throat. Xander flinched but didn’t pull away.
Taking that as an invitation, Angelus switched the position again, spreading Xander’s legs wide and pushing him down into the bed, thrusting hard into the boy time and time again, each thrust met with either a gasp or sob from Xander. Pulling out so far, just so only his tip remained within the boy, Angelus struck, sinking both himself and his fangs deep into the dark haired human.
Xander came almost immediately, screaming Angelus’ name, his shriek reverberating off the walls. Angelus followed suit, flowing into Xander as Xander’s blood flowed into him. He drank deeply, savoring the flavor of not only the humanity but the thick desire in the boy’s blood. Xander’s eyes grew heavy as he felt Angelus sucking the blood from him, but it felt just too damn good to stop.
‘Angelus, stop, you’ll drain him,’ Angel spoke sternly in Angelus’ mind. Angelus chuckled, slowly removing his lips from Xander’s neck. The boy’s eyes were heavily lidded, almost closed, as if he were falling asleep.
* That would be the point. * Angelus thought back, licking the puncture marks on Xander’s neck. Angelus could immediately feel the pull on his mind as Angel fought to gain control again. He laughed menacingly, shaking his head. * Have fun. * Angelus let the human mask reappear as he let himself get pulled away.
Angel, though still hard, pulled himself from Xander, noting the blood trail on his cock.
‘Damn it, how much blood has he lost?’ Angel thought angrily.
“Xander?” Angel asked quietly. Xander barely moved. Not good. Angel picked the boy up, feeling the seriously low pulse and dangerously shallow heartbeat. “Xander?” Angel asked again. Xander made a small noise this time. Better. “Xander, can you speak?” Shake of the head, then, a half nod.
“Maybe,” Xander croaked out. He tried to lift his hand to his neck but the task seemed too much for him.
‘Oh, fuck, Angelus, do you want him to die?’ Angel shot to the back of his mind. He could feel Angelus there, smug and content.
* As a matter of fact, I do. So do you. We need family, you know that. * Angelus said airily. Angel could feel the anger welling up within him.
‘You want to turn him?’ Angel asked quietly. He could feel pride in Angelus and he knew without the demon saying a damn thing that the answer was yes. What could he do? Angel lifted a finger the side of his mouth, feeling stray blood there. He pulled his hand away and saw a lot more blood on that finger than he had thought should have been there. ‘Did you leave much blood in him at all?’
* I left enough in him to keep him alive long enough to drink from us. We’ll need to help him. He doesn’t have much time left. * Angelus spoke hurriedly. It took a moment for it to register in Angel’s mind that this didn’t seem quite right; there was something odd about Angelus wanting Xander this badly.
‘We don’t need another Dru or Spike, Angelus,’ Angel started hesitantly. He gathered Xander in his arms, moving so the dying human could lie comfortably. He paused with his fangs at his wrist. Angelus growled impatiently.
* No, but they’ll return to us if we’re stronger. * Again, there was that urgency that wasn’t normal in the demon’s voice.
‘Angelus, you tell me why this is so important, and then I’ll damn Xander to an immortal unlife. If you want a minion, forget it. He’s better than that. If it’s a Childe, I want you to remember our little family tends to end up insane. What will it be?’ Angel asked coolly.
* If you let MY mate die, you fucking weakling, I will make every day of the rest of your unlife a living hell, do you understand me?! * Angelus roared in his mind. Angel blinked.
‘We’re taking Alexander as our mate?’ Angel asked, bewildered. Angelus merely grunted. Without another thought, Angel ripped his wrist open and pressed the bleeding wound to Xander’s lips.
“Xander, you look a little pale, you need something to drink,” Angel almost choked on his words. Xander stirred a little, his tongue flicking out to taste the ‘drink’ offered him.
“Angel, tastes weird,” Xander muttered, trying to turn his head away. Angel scowled and pressed his wrist against Xander’s lips more firmly. This time Xander licked at the cold blood, letting it run into his mouth. Angel swallowed hard as he watched Xander unwittingly make the biggest decision in his young life.
Moments dragged by as Xander drank from Angel steadily. When Angel felt Xander had enough dead blood in him to successfully make the change from living to undead, he took his wrist away, licking at the tear, closing the wound. He wrapped his arms around Xander and he could feel the once human heartbeat slowing to its eventual stop. He looked down at Xander; beautiful, even in death. He would wait like this, with his mate in his arms, until he woke and Angel would go through the painful explanation of the reason he killed him. It would take an hour, two, at most, with how much Xander had fed from him.
‘Will have to get him something more suitable to drink when he wakes, besides me,’ Angel thought, tracing curves against Xander’s skin. ‘He’ll need human at first, I’ll have to talk to Willy.’ Angelus purred loudly in the back of Angel’s mind. Angel could feel the joy emanating from the demon, and though that usually meant trouble, he couldn’t help but feel happy, too.
A noise from somewhere downstairs rattled Angel. He perked his ears to listen. The front door was banged open and shut quietly, heels clicked on the parquet floor.
“Oh, shit,” Angel said out loud. “Cordy.”
To Be Continued
