TITLE: Worship (1/1)
AUTHOR: Tienco (tienco@m...)
COUPLE: Angel/Xander
RATING: NC-17
DISTRIBUTION: My site!! www.oocities.org/tienco_21 and various lists. Ask if you want it, I'll let you have it. Oh, 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. Gosh, I wish I were Joss. I'd have such a good time with Spike. . .and Angel. . .and Xander. . .and Graham. . . and Lindsey. . .throw Willow and Faith in there and it's a party!!
FEEDBACK: Of *course*. Makes me write more.
SPOILERS: Nope, don't think so.
SUMMARY: Just read it. :) It 'tis good.
NOTES: This is a challenge fic for AngelSlash. In honor of 500 members, a challenge was placed forth that you write a fic with 500 words. Here's my
contribution.
DEDICATION: To Kylia for writing back and saying, "WOW!" *giggle*
*~*~*~*
Touching.
Tasting.
Feeling the hard body beneath me.
Running my hands along the sweaty flushed skin, marveling at causing those
moans to tumble from parted lips.
Watching his brown eyes search for an answer to a question I don't know.
"Xander. . ."
Looking up at me, flashing a goofy smile. Smiling in return.
Taking his hard arousal in my mouth, giving him the pleasure he craves.
Bucking against me, begging for me to give him more.
Giving more, running my lips across his smooth chest. Nuzzling his neck,
thankful there is no fear in the mortal trembling beneath me.
Arching against me, wanting me to touch him, feel him, possess him.
Possessing.
Do I ever *really* possess him? Coming to me, night after night, slipping
between my cool blood red silk sheets, pressing that warm body against my
cool one. Do I possess him? Or does he possess me?
As soon as the question is asked, I know the answer.
Xander possesses me. I am his, I exist for him. For his touch, his moans, his pleas for release.
Running my tongue along his jawbone, capturing his lips in a punishing kiss.
He likes it rough. He'll thrash and whimper and beg, but I know, as well as he does, he gets off on the pain. He hardens at the thought, his arousal thick in the air.
Rubbing his cock against mine, silently begging me to claim him, make him mine.
Fangs elongate, anticipating the taste of his blood on my tongue. Shuddering beneath me. Moaning my name, begging me for more.
"Angelus. . ."
Calling me my full name. Only in the moment, when passion overwhelms everything Xander is, does he call me Angelus. Not Angel, not Deadboy. Angelus.
Knowing that in these intimate moments, when I caress his flesh with a touch
that could bruise, I am Angelus.
Never hurting him enough to cause permanent damage, only pleasure. Dancing the fine line between pleasure and pain is my forte, something I'd learned over the years of being the hardened Master Vampire I once was.
Penn, Drusilla, Spike. . .even Darla knew how good I was at treading the line carefully.
Never has a human known. Never had I met a human that I felt deserved the
intensity of a pleasure/pain relationship.
Never until Xander.
Murmuring in his ear, whispering how he belongs to me, how he will for
eternity.
Happy dancing brown eyes watching me as I prepare him for my cock. Eyes closing, enjoying the sensations of my fingers, then my cock.
Sinking into such tight warmth. Eternal bliss, feeling him beneath me, watching his face contort between the pleasure, the pain.
Knowing I caused this. Making him moan, cry, beg, plead for more. Please stop, please don't, please don't stop. . .words tumbling from his mouth in a mantra.
Praying for me, praying to me. Worshipping me, as I worship him.
Body exploding against mine. Another brilliant orgasm.
"Angelus. . ."
The seduction begins again.
*~*~*~*
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