TITLE: Closer (1/1) AUTHOR: Tienco (tienco@msn.com) COUPLE: A/X, mentions A(us)/X RATING: NC-17. Yep, this is totally PWP. DISTRIBUTION: My site!! www.oocities.org/tienco_21 and various lists. Ask if you want it, I'll let you have it. Oh, Jinni, Kylia, and Jai can always have it. . .if I've given you permission for something else, you are welcome to this. DISCLAIMER: All belongs to Joss Whedon. I want Xander though. And Spike, and Angelus. Perhaps Willow and Faith can come play too. DISCLAIMER Part Two: "Closer" belongs to Nine Inch Nails. FEEDBACK: Of *course*. Makes me write more. SPOILERS: Don't think so. SUMMARY: Xander goes to see Deadboy. . . *smirk* NOTES: I wanted smut, like, at that particular moment. Something new, something slashy, something hot. No one read my mind. So I decided to write it. All hail the Smut Muse for playing "Let's Entertain Angela!" on this Friday night! DEDICATION: Mmmm. . .to Jinni for that incredible comfortfic she wrote for me today. . .To Inell for writing more of Something New (and sending me such a lovely birthday card) and to Ruby for telling me I was one of the best A/X writers out there. That gave me a great thrill. :) ~*~ Candles flickered, making the shadows in the room dance. They were everywhere, covering everything. That was the only light that entered the room. A low pounding bass resonated through the confines of the walls. His heart beat in time with the pulse of the music. It was everything, and nothing. It surrounded Xander like a drug, making him dizzy with desire, making him want more. "You let me violate you," a soft voice whispered in his ear, the lips brushing against his fleshy lobe. Blunt teeth tugged slightly, then bit down harder, causing Xander's body to rise off the bed, aching in pleasure. It was wrong. It was all wrong. He shouldn't be there, he shouldn't be in that bed, that bed with its smooth expensive silk sheets, far away from the rumpled sheets of his new apartment. He shouldn't be tied down to that bed, enjoying that which he always secretly did, behind Willow's back, behind Buffy's back, behind Cordelia's back, and now behind Anya's. He knew that he shouldn't succumb, he shouldn't submit, but he couldn't help himself. He always came back for more, always needed and wanted, and took everything he got. Sometimes it was pain, sometimes it was pleasure, but it was always enjoyable, always made him rock hard, always made him strain for more. His trips to LA were becoming more and more frequent, needing to get away from the curious eyes of his friends, needing the mini-vacation. Angel's cock inside of him didn't hurt either. "You let me desecrate you," Angel whispered against his neck, elongating his fangs just enough to trail them across his sensitive neck. Tiny trails of bright red blood sprung up on the tanned skin. The vampire ran his tongue along the slow moving blood, savoring every drop from his lover's body. Xander moaned, pulling against the chains that kept him in Angel's bed. "Angel," he whimpered softly. "Don't tease. . ." "You let me penetrate you," Angel murmured, closing yellow tinged brown eyes and moving slowly down, capturing a dusky nipple in his mouth. He twirled his tongue around it, marveling in how he could make it that much harder. "Please," Xander begged, the emotions washing over him. He needed Angel, he needed his cock to fill him up like nothing else could, to bring on the earth shattering orgasm he was becoming addicted to. No other lover ever made him feel like Angel, or his demon counterpart Angelus, did. "You let me complicate you," Angel purred, slowly licking across the rarely seen muscular chest of his lover. He lavished the other nipple with his tongue, swirling around it with the tip, teasing, making the human quiver under his touch. Xander moaned, closing his eyes. Angel was in a mood tonight - one where he enjoyed tasting every inch of Xander's body. The human knew that it would be a long time before the vampire reached his cock, sliding the long hard rod into his cool mouth, teasing it with all that he had. The mortal quivered at the thought of Angel's lips around him, sucking him as no one ever had. He thrust his hips up, groaning as his length came in contact with Angel's hip, brushing against it. Just the feel of the vampire 's skin on his cock made him shudder in pleasure. "Help me," Angel whispered, "I broke apart my insides. . .help me, I've got no soul to sell. . ." He knew that when Xander came to him, when the mortal allowed himself to be tied up and ravaged, he knew that his demon came out to play. It was Angelus that wanted Xander, wanted to possess him, wanted to have him for eternity. Angel liked him, but not like Angelus did. "Help me. . .the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself," Angel purred, moving lower still, running his tongue along Xander' s belly button. He plunged in, simulating the act of intercourse. "Angelus," Xander whispered, struggling against his chains. Angel was holding his thighs down, not letting his cock touch him. He was aching. . .he needed to feel Angel against him, needed him to fill him and fuck him and pound against him until he cried out in pain. He was starting to hurt, his cock had been ignored far too long. He'd been hard the entire way to LA, and remained that way as Angel undressed him and laid him on the bed, tying him down. He was careful not to touch himself, knowing that the slightest bump could set him off. He just wanted Angel to engulf him, swallow him whole. "Angelus. . ." he begged softly. "Please. . ." "I want to fuck you like an animal," Angel snarled, sitting up quickly and flipping the man on his bed. The chains rattled, twisting as he turned. He pulled Xander up to his knees, enjoying the way the binds made the boy's body stretch out, how he was on his knees but leaning down, his forehead on the pillow, his hands wrapped tightly around the chains. Angel grabbed the lube sitting on the bed and dipped his fingers in the plastic jar, smiling as the smell of vanilla assaulted his senses. He loved the smell of vanilla and always made sure his lube was scented that way. He knew that Xander got hard around the smell because of him. He enjoyed the idea that the boy would be walking down the street over a hundred miles away and pass a store with the smell of vanilla drifting out and would instantly harden as images of times past filled his mind. He rubbed the lube over his dick, moaning softly. He needed to be inside of Xander, needed to feel the searing heat of his tight hole, needed the feeling of being truly alive as he thrust inside of him. "I want to feel you from the inside," he murmured before slamming into Xander. The human's head came up off the pillow as a scream of pleasurepain filled the room. The vampire stilled, knowing that as a human, his body needed time to adjust. He may have been a bastard at times, but he allowed this much for Xander. It wasn't very long before the man underneath him was rocking back against him, urging him to fuck him. Angel's eyes closed in pleasure as he started moving in and out, the slowly widening walls of Xander's channel allowing easier and easier access. Even when he was stretched fully, allowing Angel to slide in and out without much trouble, he was still the tightest lover he 'd ever experienced - male or female. And the heat the boy produced warmed the vampire to the very core of his being. Angel leaned down, stretching his body along the body of his lover. He ran his tongue along the outer shell of Xander's ear. "My whole existence is flawed. . .you get me closer to god," he purred. Xander shuddered underneath him, whimpering with the pleasure only Angel could give him. He was rocking his hips against his lover, but it wasn't enough, still wasn't enough to make him cum, to make him feel that white-hot burning feeling of desire rush through him. "Just. . .just touch me, Angelus. That's all you have to do," he moaned. "Please. . ." Angel ignored his lover for the time being, sitting back up to just thrust against him. That, being surrounded by Xander, hearing his whimpers and his pleas for satisfaction, that was what made him hard, that was what defined everything that he worked so hard to gain in his immortal life. "You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings," he murmured with the song, pounding slowly into Xander in tune with the bass. "You can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything." Angel's grip on his lover's hips tightened, knowing he would cause bruises there. Normally, especially since his lover began to date his girlfriend, he was careful with bruising or marking him, not wanting Xander to have to deal with the questions, with the accusations of cheating. But that particular night, he didn't care. That particular night he knew that Xander was never going to leave his side again. It was time, Angel decided, time to lay down the law, let the mortal know whom he belonged to. He didn't think it would take much to make him stay in LA, just a word, a softly spoken request. He wouldn't even have to demand, just ask the younger man to stay. He was sure Xander would. "Help me tear down my reason," Xander purred against the pillow, losing himself in the feel of his lover, in the feel of the bass pounding around his body, rocking his very core. "help me, it's your sex I can smell. Help me, you make me perfect. . .help me become somebody else," he whispered. That was all Angel needed. Those softly pleaded words broke all dams, made the walls around his heart crash down with a thundering bang. His demon stepped forward, his thrusts speeding up. He pounded into Xander, knowing that the youth would be so very deliciously sore the next morning. Xander thrust back against him as hard as Angel was thrusting inside of him, crying out every time the head of Angel's cock hit his prostate. The two moved as one, making the bed squeak in protest. Together, at that moment, Angel became everything Xander was and Xander abandoned himself to allow his soul to become Angel's. They were one, they shared everything, every intimate thing two people could share with each other. It was that moment that Xander knew he wouldn't be going back to Sunnydale, that he would stay in LA to be with Angel. He would tell his friends about the affair, and how he'd been there as Angel's side since the soul had been lost almost three years before. Angel reached around Xander, gripping his cock tightly. He wanted his lover to come at the same time he did, and he knew that he was close. He pounded into him, running his hand along the human's shaft with the same roughness, with the same intensity. Xander's body tightened, and he cried out as his orgasm washed over him, causing him to shoot everything he was all over the sheets, all over his lover's hand. The tightening of the walls gripping Angel's cock caused the vampire to cry out, thrusting twice more before exploding deep inside of the quivering human. He leaned down and sank his fangs in Xander's shoulder, causing the human to cry out in ecstasy. He eagerly drank from his lover, knowing that the blood was so much sweeter because of the orgasm. He collapsed against the boy, making him fall flat on the bed. He tiredly pulled out of Xander, rolling over to lay beside him. Xander looked up wearily, blinking sleepy eyes at Angel. "Angelus," he whispered, wanting to tell the man he wanted to stay in LA. "No," Angel whispered, placing his fingers against Xander's lips. "Let me speak first. You are *mine*, and you will always be mine." He reached up and undid the manacles around Xander's wrists. "You aren't leaving LA." Xander massaged his wrists, turning slightly. He scooted closer to Angel, half laying his boneless sated body on the vampire's. "Good," he murmured against Angel's chest. "Didn't want to go." Angel leaned down, running his lips over a slightly snoring human's forehead. "Good," he murmured sleepily. "You are the reason I stay alive," he whispered before joining Xander in the land of dreams. END