Fic: The Balancing Act, Xander/Angel, Part of the Dark'World, Prompt - Cuisine
Title: The Balancing Act
Series: The Dark World
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Angel/Xander
Prompt: Cuisine
Rating: Mature/Adults Only overall
Spoilers: AU after The Becoming, BtVS Season Two
Warnings: Bloodplay, D/s themes, dark!fic overall
Word Count: 1,210
This is part of my series The Dark World which is a sequel to The Dark'Verse. You should really read those before this or it won't make much sense.
Thanks to seductivembrace for the new banner under the cut! Yay!
Crossposting with tamingthemuse and _xangel.
The Balancing Act
Xander stood by the bed, his heart pounding so hard he was sure Angel could hear it from the other side of the room. The vampire had stood and watched the boy as he calmly walked to the other side of the room to slip off his shoes. Wondering if he should take off his clothes, Xander's fingertips slipped down to the hem of his shirt, toying with the slightly frayed edge until Angel nodded, giving him permission to disrobe.
As the cotton slipped over his head, Xander got a whiff of himself and he grimaced.
"I think I need a shower," he stated, turning toward their washroom. He froze when he heard a soft growl.
"Don't," Angel commanded. When Xander turned back to him and raised an eyebrow in question, the vampire explained, "I like the way you smell."
Xander flushed at the admission. He tossed the offending shirt to the floor before removing his pants as well and knelling on the edge of the mattress. Slowly, he crawled to the center of the bed before lying down and spreading himself out on the pillows.
And Angel - Angel just stood there and watched.
It was unnerving for the boy. Angel never watched Xander before but Angelus - Angelus loved to watch. Angelus loved to watch Xander's pain and his pleasure, whether by his hands or by another. Xander knew what Angelus was capable of and this looked like Angelus to Xander.
Slowly, the vampire stalked over to the bed, moving with a grace and confidence that Xander could only hope to convey. He remembered every moment of pleasure he'd received from those hands and he began to harden at the memory. As the vampire circled the bed, Xander's tongue snaked out to lick his dry lips.
Angel growled low in his throat, his eyes locked on the tip of the pink tongue, before pausing at the foot of the bed. As the vampire began to remove his clothes, Xander glanced away.
"No," Angel whispered hoarsely, "I want you to watch me."
Xander nodded and stared intently at the dark-haired man. He gasped as Angel continued his abandoned task, slowly slipping buttons out of the holes and baring his skin to the gaze of the boy watching him. Soon, Angel's shirt joined Xander's before his pants were added to the pile.
To his shock, Xander noted that Angel wasn't wearing anything under his pants and was suddenly grateful that he had boxers in this place, even thought they weren't doing much to hide his excitement.
The boy expected the vampire to crawl up his body and claim it like he'd claimed his blood; instead the vampire lifted his foot, placing a gentle kiss on the scarred arch. When he felt a matching kiss on the other arch, Xander groaned loudly as a shiver of arousal shot through his body.
Slowly, Angel worked his way up the boy's body, finding mark he'd ever left on young man's flesh. Every scar, every scratch was kissed and licked like a silent apology or a gentle benediction. The vampire spent extra time on the boy's back once he was done with his front. Being gently turned over, Xander gasped as Angel traced the lattice-like scars crossing over his back the gentle fingertips.
"Oh, Xander," Angel moaned, half in sorrow, half in excitement. The touches turned from tentative to harsh, pulling on the tight, marred skin before fingers were replaced with lips and tongue. By the time the vampire was satisfied with his attention to the boy's back, they were both panting hard.
Xander started as he felt eager fingers pulling at the waistband of his boxers. He rose up enough to allow the vampire to strip him completely before sinking down into the soft covers, trying to hide his need.
But Angel wasn't going to let him hide. Strong fingers gripped his hips, directing him onto his back once more. The boy's erection arched up, angry red and hard, leaking onto his stomach. Chocolate brown eyes took him in as the vampire pulled on the crispy curls surrounding the boy's hardness. Slowly he dipped his head and Xander gasped in shock as Angel found his claim mark, licking it in long, slow stripes like he had tasted the finest cuisine and wanted to savor it like nothing else.
"Please," Xander begged when he could take it no longer. "Please, Angel - Angelus. Just please."
He expected the bite, the claim, thinking that was what they needed to find the balance they both craved. Instead, Angel kissed the mark once more before crawling up the boy's body.
Where he found the slick, Xander didn't know but the fingers entering him were so familiar he nearly sobbed at the feeling. When Angel slid inside him, it felt like home. It was something so familiar, so real, it overwhelmed the trembling boy and the wrapped his arms and legs around the body filling him, clinging to him in passion and fear.
Angel dropped all his weight on the boy, letting him feel him, showing him that he was real. He slowly rolled his hips, thrusting in gently before pulling out once again, cradling the sable-covered head in his hands as he raised up to kiss the boy's parting lips.
It was the first kiss they'd shared that Xander could remember where the vampire didn't bite or pull at his abused lips. This was a tender brushing of flesh, something Xander expected lovers would do. He drank in every suckle, every stroke of the warm tongue against his.
But it wasn't enough.
Finally, he pulled away and looked into the brown eyes watching him.
"Please," he implored Angel.
Suddenly, the warm brown eyes bled to gold and the vampire pulled away, bracing himself on his arms before pulling out and slamming into the boy with all his strength. Xander cried out as the cock inside him hammered into him, directly onto that sweet spot deep inside. The pleasure, the pain was perfect and he angled his hips up, asking for more.
Angel easily complied, taking the boy hard, giving in to his every desire. Finally, when he could take no more, Xander arched his neck, offering himself.
"Yes," the vampire hissed through a mouthful of razor sharp fangs. "Mine," he proclaimed.
Xander froze, remembering Angelus' claim. Did Angel want him as a possession or was this the same claim?
"Say it!" Angel shouted as he froze, waiting for Xander to answer.
"Yes," Xander whispered, the word rough and raw in his throat, "Yours."
At the quiet words, Angel slammed home, fucking the boy hard and rough, skin slapping against skin as they raced toward their completion. Xander cried out first, a wordless shout torn from his throat as the vampire darted down, fangs piercing the offered flesh.
They jerked and arched as Angel drank down the boy's potent blood, leisurely swallowing down mouthfuls of the delicious elixir. Soon he came down from the tantalizing high of his orgasm, realizing that Angel was licking the angry wound on his neck. It stung slightly but it was also strangely hypnotic.
He sighed as sleep rose up to take him and he smiled wondering if Angel and Angelus were really willing the share.
Tbc...
Series: The Dark World
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Angel/Xander
Prompt: Cuisine
Rating: Mature/Adults Only overall
Spoilers: AU after The Becoming, BtVS Season Two
Warnings: Bloodplay, D/s themes, dark!fic overall
Word Count: 1,210
This is part of my series The Dark World which is a sequel to The Dark'Verse. You should really read those before this or it won't make much sense.
Thanks to seductivembrace for the new banner under the cut! Yay!
Crossposting with tamingthemuse and _xangel.
The Balancing Act
Xander stood by the bed, his heart pounding so hard he was sure Angel could hear it from the other side of the room. The vampire had stood and watched the boy as he calmly walked to the other side of the room to slip off his shoes. Wondering if he should take off his clothes, Xander's fingertips slipped down to the hem of his shirt, toying with the slightly frayed edge until Angel nodded, giving him permission to disrobe.
As the cotton slipped over his head, Xander got a whiff of himself and he grimaced.
"I think I need a shower," he stated, turning toward their washroom. He froze when he heard a soft growl.
"Don't," Angel commanded. When Xander turned back to him and raised an eyebrow in question, the vampire explained, "I like the way you smell."
Xander flushed at the admission. He tossed the offending shirt to the floor before removing his pants as well and knelling on the edge of the mattress. Slowly, he crawled to the center of the bed before lying down and spreading himself out on the pillows.
And Angel - Angel just stood there and watched.
It was unnerving for the boy. Angel never watched Xander before but Angelus - Angelus loved to watch. Angelus loved to watch Xander's pain and his pleasure, whether by his hands or by another. Xander knew what Angelus was capable of and this looked like Angelus to Xander.
Slowly, the vampire stalked over to the bed, moving with a grace and confidence that Xander could only hope to convey. He remembered every moment of pleasure he'd received from those hands and he began to harden at the memory. As the vampire circled the bed, Xander's tongue snaked out to lick his dry lips.
Angel growled low in his throat, his eyes locked on the tip of the pink tongue, before pausing at the foot of the bed. As the vampire began to remove his clothes, Xander glanced away.
"No," Angel whispered hoarsely, "I want you to watch me."
Xander nodded and stared intently at the dark-haired man. He gasped as Angel continued his abandoned task, slowly slipping buttons out of the holes and baring his skin to the gaze of the boy watching him. Soon, Angel's shirt joined Xander's before his pants were added to the pile.
To his shock, Xander noted that Angel wasn't wearing anything under his pants and was suddenly grateful that he had boxers in this place, even thought they weren't doing much to hide his excitement.
The boy expected the vampire to crawl up his body and claim it like he'd claimed his blood; instead the vampire lifted his foot, placing a gentle kiss on the scarred arch. When he felt a matching kiss on the other arch, Xander groaned loudly as a shiver of arousal shot through his body.
Slowly, Angel worked his way up the boy's body, finding mark he'd ever left on young man's flesh. Every scar, every scratch was kissed and licked like a silent apology or a gentle benediction. The vampire spent extra time on the boy's back once he was done with his front. Being gently turned over, Xander gasped as Angel traced the lattice-like scars crossing over his back the gentle fingertips.
"Oh, Xander," Angel moaned, half in sorrow, half in excitement. The touches turned from tentative to harsh, pulling on the tight, marred skin before fingers were replaced with lips and tongue. By the time the vampire was satisfied with his attention to the boy's back, they were both panting hard.
Xander started as he felt eager fingers pulling at the waistband of his boxers. He rose up enough to allow the vampire to strip him completely before sinking down into the soft covers, trying to hide his need.
But Angel wasn't going to let him hide. Strong fingers gripped his hips, directing him onto his back once more. The boy's erection arched up, angry red and hard, leaking onto his stomach. Chocolate brown eyes took him in as the vampire pulled on the crispy curls surrounding the boy's hardness. Slowly he dipped his head and Xander gasped in shock as Angel found his claim mark, licking it in long, slow stripes like he had tasted the finest cuisine and wanted to savor it like nothing else.
"Please," Xander begged when he could take it no longer. "Please, Angel - Angelus. Just please."
He expected the bite, the claim, thinking that was what they needed to find the balance they both craved. Instead, Angel kissed the mark once more before crawling up the boy's body.
Where he found the slick, Xander didn't know but the fingers entering him were so familiar he nearly sobbed at the feeling. When Angel slid inside him, it felt like home. It was something so familiar, so real, it overwhelmed the trembling boy and the wrapped his arms and legs around the body filling him, clinging to him in passion and fear.
Angel dropped all his weight on the boy, letting him feel him, showing him that he was real. He slowly rolled his hips, thrusting in gently before pulling out once again, cradling the sable-covered head in his hands as he raised up to kiss the boy's parting lips.
It was the first kiss they'd shared that Xander could remember where the vampire didn't bite or pull at his abused lips. This was a tender brushing of flesh, something Xander expected lovers would do. He drank in every suckle, every stroke of the warm tongue against his.
But it wasn't enough.
Finally, he pulled away and looked into the brown eyes watching him.
"Please," he implored Angel.
Suddenly, the warm brown eyes bled to gold and the vampire pulled away, bracing himself on his arms before pulling out and slamming into the boy with all his strength. Xander cried out as the cock inside him hammered into him, directly onto that sweet spot deep inside. The pleasure, the pain was perfect and he angled his hips up, asking for more.
Angel easily complied, taking the boy hard, giving in to his every desire. Finally, when he could take no more, Xander arched his neck, offering himself.
"Yes," the vampire hissed through a mouthful of razor sharp fangs. "Mine," he proclaimed.
Xander froze, remembering Angelus' claim. Did Angel want him as a possession or was this the same claim?
"Say it!" Angel shouted as he froze, waiting for Xander to answer.
"Yes," Xander whispered, the word rough and raw in his throat, "Yours."
At the quiet words, Angel slammed home, fucking the boy hard and rough, skin slapping against skin as they raced toward their completion. Xander cried out first, a wordless shout torn from his throat as the vampire darted down, fangs piercing the offered flesh.
They jerked and arched as Angel drank down the boy's potent blood, leisurely swallowing down mouthfuls of the delicious elixir. Soon he came down from the tantalizing high of his orgasm, realizing that Angel was licking the angry wound on his neck. It stung slightly but it was also strangely hypnotic.
He sighed as sleep rose up to take him and he smiled wondering if Angel and Angelus were really willing the share.
Tbc...