Author: Kay Tee
Distribution: Take it, but tell me where so I can visit.
Rated: NC-17
Category: Slash, sequel to 'Something About Angelus'
Pairing: A/X
Improv: sweat, fly, locked, sage
Spoilers: Takes place right after season three. Spoilers for 'The Freshman.'
Disclaimer: In my dreams I'm Joss, but during the day I have to face the cold hard truth-- I'm a hack who steals characters. But I'm not giving them back! Or I am, just don't sue me, all I have are speeding tickets and student loans.
Summary: Xander learns Angelus's secret.
Author's notes: though this is a sequel, it stands on its own just fine
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The motel in Oxnard was the nastiest place Xander had ever smelled. But that was fine. Thrilling, in fact, because Xander knew that once he started to really move, get away from California, away from America, and down into Mexico, the smells were gonna get even more wretched. And Xander couldn't wait to get there. Jack Kerouac made Mexico sound like heaven itself-- except for the problem with the water-- and Xander desperately wanted a piece of that (heaven, not the other; he was packing a whole trunkful of Poland Springs, so he was all set there).
Of course, it figured that he would never even get close to the border.
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He checked himself out of the motel at nightfall, planning on driving for 24 hours straight, slingshoting himself out of America and into the world.
Never even made it out of the damned parking lot before the engine literally dropped out of his car.
There was a horrible groaning/wailing sound that preceded the disaster, then a sickening THUNKTHUNKPLOT and then nothing for a moment before the crash, loud and disastrous and just... depressing.
Xander stared out the windshield for a count of sixty before inhaling slowly, putting the car into park, and turning the key to switch the car off. Of course, the engine had already stopped running, but better safe than sorry-- besides, Xander was sure that what he thought had just happened hadn't actually just happened. Really. Because the car had been in perfect working order *yesterday*-- he'd had a mechanic check it out and everything.
Xander let himself breathe a little more before popping the hood and climbing out of the car, literally trembling with rage and frustration and the desire to murder, massacre whole hordes of women and children and babies and oh God. Another deep, not-quite-calming-but-better-than-turning-into-a-psycho breath, and Xander walked around to the front of his vehicle and lifted the hood.
Looked in.
Leaned forward and looked down at where the engine was sitting peacefully on the ground.
Took another deep breath.
And then he felt that prickle-- that other sense that Willow and even Buffy didn't seem to have. Xander blamed it on the hyena; it wasn't residuals from being possessed so much as leftover knowledge of how to access his most primal and innate strengths. That prickle had already more than once saved his life, that warning: Vampire Nearby.
Xander so didn't know what to do, but he figured that maybe God had taken pity on him and sent him an outlet for the horrible, ripping, homicidal rage he was feeling at the moment. Too bad God didn't send him a stake too.
Trying to be all nonchalant and cool and I-don't-know-there's-a-vampire-standing-behind-me, Xander slowly turned around.
And just had to laugh. Had to laugh and laugh and oh, maybe cry a little too, 'cause for a moment there, he'd honestly thought that God was about to do him a favor, but no, no of course not. Of course...
Angel frowned as Xander crumpled into laughter. The vampire barely managed to bite back an indignant, 'What?' He waited while the boy fell deeper into hysterics before calming slightly and leaning against the totaled car.
"Angel," Xander said, biting his tongue hard to keep from laughing again.
"Xander." Angel was totally perplexed, thrown off by Xander's unexpected reaction. The vampire had sort of had a plan, but not really. The idea was just to follow Xander out of Sunnydale, and once they were out of range of any of Buffy's patrols, Angel would do something to piss Xander off enough to get him on edge enough to agree to... but Angel was clearly unprepared for the enigma that was Xander Harris.
The longer Angel stood there, body in its usual slightly slumped, weight-of-the-world-on-these-shoulders stance, eyebrows up by his hairline, mouth opening and closing like a fish, the closer Xander came to losing it again.
"Angel, what the hell are you doing here?" Xander asked to forestall more umanly laughter.
"I followed you," Angel spit out the rehearsed line with some relief.
Xander frowned a little. "Followed me? Why?"
"I wanted to seduce you somewhere where Buffy wouldn't chance to stop by. That means all of Sunnydale's pretty much out. So I followed you here." Angel babbling a little bit, but watching Xander closely, waiting to see... okay, incredulousness wasn't exactly what he was expecting, but Angel could work with that.
"Seduce me," Xander repeated, totally disbelieving.
"Yes." Angel glided into his old habits, channeling Angelus a bit, but then, he hadn't seduced anybody in a *long* time. Hadn't done it well since 1897.
He took a slow step forward, drawing himself up to his full height and letting his eyes lock on Xander's as he reached out to trace the boy's mouth.
Saw the smirk in Xander's eyes before it moved to his mouth and turned into a partial grin, derisive and dismissive and any other D words that meant Angel was doing a crappy job with his seduction so far.
"You're really..." Xander let his gaze crawl down Angel's face, into his collar, and over his torso before looking back up again, "...not my type."
"Oh," Angel answered, drooping slightly, and staring at the ground for a second to plan his next move.
He raised his eyes to look at Xander through his lashes. This time Angel ran his finger over his own lips and down his chest. He clasped his hands behind his back and tilted his head-- not mocking, submissive. "Are you sure about that? I might surprise you."
Xander stared at Angel in... not horror, but what horror would look like on someone who didn't really care.
Angel was being all... well, pretty, the way he bent towards Xander and asked for sex... But Xander knew when he was being played, *knew* it-- though he was often powerless to do anything about it-- and he was definitely being played here.
"You..." pausing to make sure that he was certain about saying no, "are very strange, Angel. And really, I'd be happy to fuck you, I would, but you know, car broke, must fix. Excuse me." And Xander took an exaggeratedly long step around the vampire and walked to the payphones conveniently located in the parking lot since there were no phones in the motel's rooms.
Of course, the payphones were both broken. When Xander turned to leave the second booth, Angel was right there, in his face. "It's Friday night, Xander, you'll be stuck here for at least the weekend." The vampire gestured to the motel with his chin, "Stay. Fuck me."
Xander grunted suspiciously. "You can't be serious, you really want me to screw you?"
Angel didn't answer; the statement on his face was enough.
Xander was about to cast doubt on Angel's sanity when another thought occurred to him and he took a stumbling step back into the phonebooth. "You're evil again, aren't you?"
Angel frowned. "No. And before you say it, I'm not gonna lose my soul when you fuck me; there's no possibility of achieving perfect happiness with you." All business-like. Infuriating and calm.
And Xander was still on the edge from having his car quit on him so suddenly, and hell, he was just off-center enough that it didn't really matter. Besides, he never knew when to say no, especially to sex.
"I'll get a room," spoken with weariness *and* an eyeroll. Angel had to hide his smirk as Xander strode past him to the clerk's office; they were such a romantic pair.
When Xander emerged with the key to a room-- his old room, the one he had just checked out of-- he saw Angel neatly pushing the car into a parking space. The vampire was sort of kicking the engine along to keep it in place, and Xander had to marvel for a minute at the strength exhibited there. Then he shrugged and headed for his room, assuming that Angel would follow soon enough.
The room still smelled of sage from the protection potpourri thing Willow had given him as a going away present. Xander had taken it out to freshen the place up a bit, even though he knew it was supposed to be magic. It covered up the stink-- suspiciously like stale urine-- that all cheap motels seemed to be naturally imbued with.
Angel stepped into the room behind the boy and locked the door. He watched as Xander sat on the bed to untie his shoelaces. The vampire also slid out of his shoes and removed his socks, wondering if maybe he hadn't planned this right-- Xander was all business in a truly disturbing way; there wasn't even the slightest hint of arousal coming from the boy.
Xander wasn't nervous. He'd been with his fair share of men before and he knew what he was doing, what he was about to do. But really, the whole situation with Angel was just... strange.
Xander casually pulled his t-shirt off and commented, "Lucky for you my car broke down; next stop was Mexico, and I'm guessing you don't have a passport since you're no-last-name guy."
Angel shrugged in the middle of unbuttoning his own shirt, "I could have gotten across the border, but I didn't want to go that far, so I just pulled parts out of your car until it looked like the engine was about to fall out."
And Xander froze.
The button on his fly undone, hand on his zip, he just froze. Stock still, suspended in sudden shock and alliteration.
"You..." Deep breath, and if Angel had known Xander better, he'd have known that was the first sign. "You- you- you..." Stuttering, the second sign, and anyone remotely familiar with Xander's habits would have been running to escape, but Angel just watched passively as Xander's body practically vibrated in its stillness. "You- you fucking destroyed my fucking car." The third sign was swearing, but the clipped way Xander spit out his syllables and the boy's hands curled in on themselves-- not into fists, but into claws-- had finally clued Angel in to the emergence of the infamous Harris temper Xander normally repressed so well.
Anybody else would have run, or at least begged forgiveness. But not Angel. No, this was what he'd wanted all along; anger and passion and *violence*.
Xander grabbed the lamp on the nightstand and swung it hard into Angel's foolishly smirking face. The force of the blow knocked the vampire down and Xander kicked him hard in the gut, wishing he hadn't removed his shoes.
Angel caught the boy's foot as it returned for a second kick, and yanked Xander to the ground, licking his lips at Xander's outraged growl.
The two wrestled-- Xander savage in his blind anger, Angel careful to not really hurt the boy.
Years of practice at calming himself quickly took over too soon, and Xander blinked suddenly at Angel, pinned between his mortal thighs.
The vampire saw Xander hesitate, and his lips started to pull back into a sneer, needing to goad Xander into losing control completely.
But Xander didn't want to see that, didn't need Angel to be mocking him, so he lunged down, crushing his lips to the vampire's, biting Angel's tongue when he tried to reciprocate the kiss, holding Angel's arms down when he tried to wrap them around Xander.
Angel groaned, giving over control to the boy.
When Xander finally pulled back, talking as he unzipped his pants, he was out of breath and painfully, thrillingly, embarrassingly hard. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" He demanded, standing up to shimmy out of the last of his clothes.
Xander knew that he should deny Angel this, that that would be revenge enough, but as the vampire also stood and gracefully removed his own slacks, Xander knew there would be no denying of *anybody* for the rest of the night, for the rest of the damned weekend if he had anything to say about it.
Angel suppressed a smile as best he could, watching Xander, flushed all over, stalk towards him. When the boy was close enough to kiss, he grabbed Angel's arm roughly and shoved him face-forward onto the bed. Angel made a surprise 'oomph!' sound as he went down, stilling instantly.
And then Xander had to appreciate the beautiful thing in front of him: Angel's muscular back arched towards him, shoulders flexing, rolling under that stupid tattoo.
Angel nestled his head against the blanket, pulled his backside up, spreading his legs invitingly, and waited. Was pleasantly surprised when Xander's gentle fingers rested on his hairline, pulling softly down his neck before Xander sunk his nails into Angel's flesh and *dragged* them down the vampire's back.
Angel groaned loudly, waited, and groaned again, "*Xander*."
The boy wasn't so far gone that he could really just slam right into Angel without lube, but he was seriously considering it. He had clawed at Angel with the intent to hurt, and Angel had *liked* it. Xander wanted to hurt Angel, punish him for being strong and gorgeous and as unfuckingirresistible as he was, and it seemed like Angel wanted that too. Xander scratched the vampire again, watching in fascination as Angel arched into the touch, sighing.
Leaning over the larger man, Xander's lips scraped Angel's ear as he whispered, "More?"
Angel growled. Yes, he wanted more pain, more bloodshed; no, he didn't want to wait another damned second. "Just fuck me already," rumbled out, sheer demon in that voice, but Xander wasn't intimidated.
"Lube?" He asked, already knowing there was none to be had and having no intention of stopping.
"Fuck me *now*," Angel snarled out, and Xander smirked, smearing his hand over the cuts on Angel's back, collecting what little blood he could.
He jerked himself off, spreading blood and pre-come over his shaft before sliding forward, pulling the tip of his cock down the crease between Angel's smooth buttocks and pausing as he reached the tiny tiny hole.
Angel vibrated as the slow growl made its way through him, "Don't fucking stop," he demanded.
"God, you're..." Xander ground his teeth together as he pressed into Angel, "...pushy-eeegods."
He stopped about halfway in; it was hard going, and so good and so cruel, and he just had to take a minute...
And Angel was ready to die. What the hell was Xander doing back there? "Xander..." Angel rumbled.
Xander didn't want to hear it, didn't want to see Angel, didn't want to... anything, just wanted to feel the vampire, lukewarm and solidly tight around Xander's penis.
So the boy gripped Angel's shoulders and slammed in. Didn't pause, wrenching himself nearly all the way out before slamming in again. Hard and fast and as fucking brutal as he could manage without hurting himself too.
Slid his arms around Angel's torso, blocking the vampire's access to his own throbbing cock.
Xander pounded into that pretty Angelflesh, let his fingernails dig in on Angel's chest and stomach, bit down hard on Angel's shoulder, not breaking skin, but bruising it badly.
This what Angel wanted, what he'd needed for so long. Xander's cock *scraped* over his prostate, and Angel didn't even need to touch himself, he felt so good, so damned, so whole.
He felt a moan rising and crushed his face into the coverlet, not wanting Xander to hear, but it was if the boy *knew*. He yanked Angel back onto his dick enough that the vampire could no longer hide his face, but that was okay, because when Xander hissed, "Fuck, I want to hear you, wanna hear you scream, fucking *scream*," Angel had to comply. Had to give everything to this boy, submit completely as he'd never dared to submit to anyone when he'd been soulless.
And Xander just slammed into him harder and unbelievably harder; the boy fucked liked a demon, teeth tearing at Angel-- blunt and not quite breaking skin, but the small pinching bruises over Angel's neck and back had him shouting again, near begging, just barely holding on to that last bit of dignity. "Xander! Shit, more, harder. Fuck, again, Xander. God, gonna come," and hell, dignity had no place in sex anyway, "Please, Xander, bite me, touch me, *please*."
There was nothing sexier than Angel's desperate begging. Xander let one hand grip the vampire's cock, not jerking it off, but pushing Angel forward into his fist with every thrust.
Xander pressed his sweat-slicked forehead against Angel's back, grinding his teeth together as he drove his penis into Angel, wanting to really hurt him, because Xander *hated* this man, wanted to break him open, destroy him with the force of Xander's thrusts, and Angel was still pleading brokenly, wanting Xander to bite him. Again, Xander knew the better punishment would be to refuse Angel, but he couldn't, couldn't.
Slammed his teeth into Angel's neck, sinking them right into the vampire's flesh, taking a bite and ripping backwards. A good bit of muscle was exposed, frightening amounts of blood gushing from the wound as Angel howled, a completely animal sound, and Xander felt come on the hand gripping Angel's dick.
"Yeah, you like that," Xander hoarse, though he had no idea why, and he came too, startled by the intensity of the orgasm, the sense of loss, of so-much-more-to-do.
They both lay still, Xander trembling behind Angel and the vampire... wanting more. Gave himself so completely to Xander, but knew there was more to give. Wanted to let Xander have everything.
Xander eventually pulled out and flopped wetly onto the bed. Watched Angel study him out of the corner of his eye.
"So," Xander said at last, "guess I'm stuck here for a while."
"Yeah," Angel caught himself about to apologize for breaking Xander's car and instead asked, "need company?"
Xander closed his eyes against the bad horrible nasty *pretty* ideas popping into his head at the thought of keeping Angel around for a bit. But the boy never really was very good at saying no. So, "yeah."
Not looking at the vampire, Xander scootched up the bed and under the covers. Angel followed his companion's example, suddenly unsure of himself. This was the part where he waited until Xander fell asleep and snuck out into the night.
But then Xander slid one leg over Angel's back, pulling the vampire to him possessively, and let his lips rest against the nape of Angel's neck.
Angel realized that they were *snuggling*, and he felt like he should be disgusted. But that was how Angelus would have been; with his soul Angel mostly just felt... warm. Nice. Good.
And vulnerable. More open now than he had been when Xander was fucking him. Angel felt soft, and happy, and raw with fear. Something more than what he had planned was happening here, and Angel wasn't sure he could handle it. But Christ, he *wanted* it.
The vampire closed his eyes and snuggled back against Xander, not quite content, but willing to be.