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snoggedTitle: What He Needs
Author: snogged
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Xander, Xander/Angelus
Word Count: 1,615
Warnings: male only, m/m, fantasies of force, masturbation, anal sex, first time, sexual slurs, language, angst, character death
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns them. I don't. Please don't sue.
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spikesredqueen. I can't thank her enough for her assistance.
A/N: For starters, this was a whole new pairing for me so it was an interesting experience and challenge to say the least. I'm actually a little nervous about it so I hope it's okay. For the purposes of this story, Xander is 17 in 1997 and 16 is the legal age of consent. Written for the Angel's Bunny challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
strip_off_angel. Here was my bunny:
Forladyvirgo1956:
Angel(us)/Xander
Rating Your Choice but I would like it to be R or Above
Summary When Xander finds out that Angel is a Vampire he is not to happy. In doing Secret research into Angels past he realizes he is attracted to the Dark Vampire Angelus and not Angel. When he is released he pursues Angelus the only way he knows how. Following him and catching him by himself. The rest is up to you.
-1997-
Angel was a vampire. A vicious, violent killer that wreaked total destruction on the whole of Europe and yet, not a single member of the cavalry seemed willing to stick a stake in his tall, dark, and handsome heart. Buffy and Willow seemed content to cuddle him, arguing that he was a "good" vampire because he didn't eat Buffy and he shunned vampires.
What difference did it make if Angel had a soul or not? As far as Xander was concerned, fanged, pointy killers didn't change. And he was going to prove it. He figured there had to be something in one of Giles' books that would answer his questions. He grabbed a few of the Watcher's Diaries that Giles had left on the table and hurried upstairs to one of the study rooms.
He fell backwards onto the sofa and propped one of the books against his knees. His eyes scanned the pages and his mouth dropped in surprise. These watcher guys certainly didn't skimp on the details. Angelus's exploits were definitely the type of stuff that made a normal man's stomach churn in disgust.
But Xander wasn't normal. He had learned that ever since he stumbled upon his uncle's selection of fetish magazines. He had spent hours looking at the pictures of women tied up in uncomfortable positions, women getting whipped until tears formed in their eyes, women getting fucked in holes that weren't meant to be stretched that way. There were pictures of men in these positions too. They would be shown getting ordered around by some big-breasted, leather-clad dominatrix. He wanted to be fucked and used like the people in the pictures. He wanted to be someone's dirty bitch, someone's filthy cock whore. He didn’t really give a shit that submissiveness was not a socially acceptable trait in men. It was just something that got him hard and horny enough to jack off whenever he thought about it.
After reading through the first several pages, Xander understood that Angelus could be the outlet he needed to sate his desires. Angelus was a cruel, heartless sadist. Angelus was a master vampire that took pleasure and pain to an intensely high level. The sordid accounts made his dick ache for release.
He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his painfully erect member. He stroked and tugged at it a few times, letting the sensations drift pleasantly through his brain. He focused on the words in front of him, imagining that he was the poor bloke that was getting brutally pounded into an alley wall.
He envisioned Angelus leaning over his back, pressing all his weight into Xander’s spine. He pictured the vampire whispering snide remarks into his ear about how much Xander loved it and how he wanted it.
“You’re just a cock hungry whore, aren’t you boy? Not even Buffy would want to save you now.”
He imagined what it would be like to feel the vampire's fangs piercing the tender skin of his neck as Angelus erupted within him. And how his own cum would splatter across his stomach and the alley wall as his life essence was savagely drained from him.
Xander groaned loudly as his balls tightened and dropped. Several bursts of silky, creamy liquid coated his fingers and jeans, a few drops hitting the worn pages of the Diary in his lap.
"Shit." Xander muttered, hastily trying to wipe the droplets off the diary pages. But the stain couldn't be avoided. This book would be forever marked. Giles was going to kill him. He closed the book and took a deep breath.
He had just jerked off to the idea of Angelus who was essentially wearing the same skin as the annoying dead-boy his best friend was cuddling up too. It made him feel nauseous. It was like some kind of cosmic joke. It’s not like Angelus would be coming back. It made Xander hate Angel more.
Things really couldn’t be more fucked up than this.
-1998-
Angelus was back. Buffy had ruffled the sheets with her precious boyfriend and it had shattered the curse and Angel's soul into a million pieces.
Standing in the hall of the high school, Xander stared into the feral, cold eyes of the man he'd been fantasizing about for almost a full year. He desperately wanted to close the distance, to convince Angelus to take him instead of Willow but he couldn’t move. His dick twitched as he imagined himself in Willow’s position.
He wanted to feel Angelus’s hardness rubbing against his inner thigh. To feel the coolness of his lips against his ear while he whispered all the dirty and sinful things he would do to him before ending his life.
He was aching to be fucked then and there, on display in front of everyone.
Angelus chuckled, inhaling the scent of arousal in the air just as Buffy walked in to save the day. After a quick banter, Angelus dropped Willow to the floor and for extra measure, threw Buffy against the wall. Before he left, he flashed Xander a knowing grin.
Resisting the urge to follow him out the door, Xander rushed to Buffy's side to make sure she was okay.
Two Weeks Later
Xander walked into the darkened alley, his breath quickening as he imagined what Angelus would do. His plan to be bait probably bordered on the stupidest thing he had ever done but he chocked it up to his age. Eighteen year old boys were known to be slaves to their dick's desires.
"What's a pretty, little slut like you doing all the out here, Harris?" Angelus hissed, emerging from the shadows behind him. "I'm surprised the Slayer bitch let you off your leash."
"I…I know what you do, who you are." Xander croaked, his throat feeling dry. “What you’ve done.”
Angelus reached out and tousled the young boy's hair. "How cute.” Xander instinctively flinched, trying to muster up some sense of bravery. “Did you learn anything? Other than the obvious."
"You can do what I need what I need you to."
"And what is it you need? To have your body ripped to pieces and sprinkled on the Slayer's lawn? Sounds like a great idea to me. Bet you’d make those nasty pink flamingos next door look like, well, they’re already an eyesore so you probably wouldn’t change that." He grinned wickedly, flashing Xander his fangs.
Xander backed up several steps, making contact with the alley wall. He knew it had been a possibility. That Angelus wouldn't be receptive to his ideas. Cold-blooded killers did not make deals very often.
Angelus sniffed the air and crowed in delight. "Dark alleys do it for you, huh? Man, I can't remember the last time I smelled arousal so fucking thick. Spike doesn't even get this randy. I have to admit, I’m a little impressed."
Xander felt his cheeks redden with his arousal. Angelus stepped closer, slamming his hand against the wall, inches from Xander's ear.
"You want me to fuck you, little slut? Want me to make you cream all over this wall as you scream my name?"
"Yes," Xander whispered.
Angelus growled and easily tore Xander's pants from his legs. Xander shivered as the wind prickled against his leg hair.
"Say my name, whore. Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck me, Angelus." Xander gulped, the words feeling like ten pound weights on his tongue.
Angelus tapped his finger against his chin, musing on the boy's words. "Turn around and spread your ass for me, boy. Stretch yourself. I want to see the inside of that pretty hole of yours."
Xander hesitantly obeyed, pushing his boxers off his legs and kicking them off to the side. He coated his fingers in saliva and reached around to spread his ass cheeks. Gently pushing a finger into his virgin anus, his breath hitched. His body fought the intrusion at first but slowly gave in, sucking the finger upwards. Then, he started working in a second finger, gasping as the hole stretched.
Behind him, Angelus unzipped his leather pants and pulled out his throbbing member. The boy's eagerness to please was such a turn-on. He slapped Xander's hand away, smirking at the sucking sound produced by the boy's fingers leaving the exit. Angelus spat into his hand, rubbing the slick substance over his cock. Without warning, he slammed himself inside the tight, welcoming hole, deep and fast.
Xander groaned as the force pushed him forward into the wall. Angelus leaned over his back, nipping at his earlobe.
"You like the way that feels, boy. Like my cock inside you? Is it everything you ever wanted?"
"Yes," Xander hissed, pushing his hips backwards to get better contact with the vampire's groin. This was far superior to any fantasy he could have concocted. Angelus pummeled into him, taking no mercy in his thrusts.
"Fuck!" Angelus yelled, sinking his fangs into Xander's throat as a thick geyser of vampire spunk exploded from the tip of his dick. The force of his climax sent Xander spiraling over into his own pleasant orgasm.
As Angelus continued to drink, Xander’s body slowly began to slump.
"Don't worry, boy. It doesn't stop here." Angelus whispered, knowing the boy was almost completely gone. "I've got big plans for you."
Angelus used a fingernail to slice open his wrist and pressed the flesh against Xander's lips.
He never would have guessed that things would have ended up this way. Xander had hated him when he had the pesky soul but it turned out that he was just dying to see the beast under the surface.
To a certain extent, it was kind of fucked up.
*Runner up for Best Extreme at Angel Without Wings Awards (Round 6)
*Runner up for Dark Kitty Award and Judge's Choice at the Forbidden Awards
*Winner for Viking in the Sack at the White Knight Awards (2010)
Author: snogged
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Xander, Xander/Angelus
Word Count: 1,615
Warnings: male only, m/m, fantasies of force, masturbation, anal sex, first time, sexual slurs, language, angst, character death
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns them. I don't. Please don't sue.
Beta:
spikesredqueen. I can't thank her enough for her assistance. A/N: For starters, this was a whole new pairing for me so it was an interesting experience and challenge to say the least. I'm actually a little nervous about it so I hope it's okay. For the purposes of this story, Xander is 17 in 1997 and 16 is the legal age of consent. Written for the Angel's Bunny challenge at
strip_off_angel. Here was my bunny:For
ladyvirgo1956:Angel(us)/Xander
Rating Your Choice but I would like it to be R or Above
Summary When Xander finds out that Angel is a Vampire he is not to happy. In doing Secret research into Angels past he realizes he is attracted to the Dark Vampire Angelus and not Angel. When he is released he pursues Angelus the only way he knows how. Following him and catching him by himself. The rest is up to you.
-1997-
Angel was a vampire. A vicious, violent killer that wreaked total destruction on the whole of Europe and yet, not a single member of the cavalry seemed willing to stick a stake in his tall, dark, and handsome heart. Buffy and Willow seemed content to cuddle him, arguing that he was a "good" vampire because he didn't eat Buffy and he shunned vampires.
What difference did it make if Angel had a soul or not? As far as Xander was concerned, fanged, pointy killers didn't change. And he was going to prove it. He figured there had to be something in one of Giles' books that would answer his questions. He grabbed a few of the Watcher's Diaries that Giles had left on the table and hurried upstairs to one of the study rooms.
He fell backwards onto the sofa and propped one of the books against his knees. His eyes scanned the pages and his mouth dropped in surprise. These watcher guys certainly didn't skimp on the details. Angelus's exploits were definitely the type of stuff that made a normal man's stomach churn in disgust.
But Xander wasn't normal. He had learned that ever since he stumbled upon his uncle's selection of fetish magazines. He had spent hours looking at the pictures of women tied up in uncomfortable positions, women getting whipped until tears formed in their eyes, women getting fucked in holes that weren't meant to be stretched that way. There were pictures of men in these positions too. They would be shown getting ordered around by some big-breasted, leather-clad dominatrix. He wanted to be fucked and used like the people in the pictures. He wanted to be someone's dirty bitch, someone's filthy cock whore. He didn’t really give a shit that submissiveness was not a socially acceptable trait in men. It was just something that got him hard and horny enough to jack off whenever he thought about it.
After reading through the first several pages, Xander understood that Angelus could be the outlet he needed to sate his desires. Angelus was a cruel, heartless sadist. Angelus was a master vampire that took pleasure and pain to an intensely high level. The sordid accounts made his dick ache for release.
He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his painfully erect member. He stroked and tugged at it a few times, letting the sensations drift pleasantly through his brain. He focused on the words in front of him, imagining that he was the poor bloke that was getting brutally pounded into an alley wall.
He envisioned Angelus leaning over his back, pressing all his weight into Xander’s spine. He pictured the vampire whispering snide remarks into his ear about how much Xander loved it and how he wanted it.
“You’re just a cock hungry whore, aren’t you boy? Not even Buffy would want to save you now.”
He imagined what it would be like to feel the vampire's fangs piercing the tender skin of his neck as Angelus erupted within him. And how his own cum would splatter across his stomach and the alley wall as his life essence was savagely drained from him.
Xander groaned loudly as his balls tightened and dropped. Several bursts of silky, creamy liquid coated his fingers and jeans, a few drops hitting the worn pages of the Diary in his lap.
"Shit." Xander muttered, hastily trying to wipe the droplets off the diary pages. But the stain couldn't be avoided. This book would be forever marked. Giles was going to kill him. He closed the book and took a deep breath.
He had just jerked off to the idea of Angelus who was essentially wearing the same skin as the annoying dead-boy his best friend was cuddling up too. It made him feel nauseous. It was like some kind of cosmic joke. It’s not like Angelus would be coming back. It made Xander hate Angel more.
Things really couldn’t be more fucked up than this.
-1998-
Angelus was back. Buffy had ruffled the sheets with her precious boyfriend and it had shattered the curse and Angel's soul into a million pieces.
Standing in the hall of the high school, Xander stared into the feral, cold eyes of the man he'd been fantasizing about for almost a full year. He desperately wanted to close the distance, to convince Angelus to take him instead of Willow but he couldn’t move. His dick twitched as he imagined himself in Willow’s position.
He wanted to feel Angelus’s hardness rubbing against his inner thigh. To feel the coolness of his lips against his ear while he whispered all the dirty and sinful things he would do to him before ending his life.
He was aching to be fucked then and there, on display in front of everyone.
Angelus chuckled, inhaling the scent of arousal in the air just as Buffy walked in to save the day. After a quick banter, Angelus dropped Willow to the floor and for extra measure, threw Buffy against the wall. Before he left, he flashed Xander a knowing grin.
Resisting the urge to follow him out the door, Xander rushed to Buffy's side to make sure she was okay.
Two Weeks Later
Xander walked into the darkened alley, his breath quickening as he imagined what Angelus would do. His plan to be bait probably bordered on the stupidest thing he had ever done but he chocked it up to his age. Eighteen year old boys were known to be slaves to their dick's desires.
"What's a pretty, little slut like you doing all the out here, Harris?" Angelus hissed, emerging from the shadows behind him. "I'm surprised the Slayer bitch let you off your leash."
"I…I know what you do, who you are." Xander croaked, his throat feeling dry. “What you’ve done.”
Angelus reached out and tousled the young boy's hair. "How cute.” Xander instinctively flinched, trying to muster up some sense of bravery. “Did you learn anything? Other than the obvious."
"You can do what I need what I need you to."
"And what is it you need? To have your body ripped to pieces and sprinkled on the Slayer's lawn? Sounds like a great idea to me. Bet you’d make those nasty pink flamingos next door look like, well, they’re already an eyesore so you probably wouldn’t change that." He grinned wickedly, flashing Xander his fangs.
Xander backed up several steps, making contact with the alley wall. He knew it had been a possibility. That Angelus wouldn't be receptive to his ideas. Cold-blooded killers did not make deals very often.
Angelus sniffed the air and crowed in delight. "Dark alleys do it for you, huh? Man, I can't remember the last time I smelled arousal so fucking thick. Spike doesn't even get this randy. I have to admit, I’m a little impressed."
Xander felt his cheeks redden with his arousal. Angelus stepped closer, slamming his hand against the wall, inches from Xander's ear.
"You want me to fuck you, little slut? Want me to make you cream all over this wall as you scream my name?"
"Yes," Xander whispered.
Angelus growled and easily tore Xander's pants from his legs. Xander shivered as the wind prickled against his leg hair.
"Say my name, whore. Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck me, Angelus." Xander gulped, the words feeling like ten pound weights on his tongue.
Angelus tapped his finger against his chin, musing on the boy's words. "Turn around and spread your ass for me, boy. Stretch yourself. I want to see the inside of that pretty hole of yours."
Xander hesitantly obeyed, pushing his boxers off his legs and kicking them off to the side. He coated his fingers in saliva and reached around to spread his ass cheeks. Gently pushing a finger into his virgin anus, his breath hitched. His body fought the intrusion at first but slowly gave in, sucking the finger upwards. Then, he started working in a second finger, gasping as the hole stretched.
Behind him, Angelus unzipped his leather pants and pulled out his throbbing member. The boy's eagerness to please was such a turn-on. He slapped Xander's hand away, smirking at the sucking sound produced by the boy's fingers leaving the exit. Angelus spat into his hand, rubbing the slick substance over his cock. Without warning, he slammed himself inside the tight, welcoming hole, deep and fast.
Xander groaned as the force pushed him forward into the wall. Angelus leaned over his back, nipping at his earlobe.
"You like the way that feels, boy. Like my cock inside you? Is it everything you ever wanted?"
"Yes," Xander hissed, pushing his hips backwards to get better contact with the vampire's groin. This was far superior to any fantasy he could have concocted. Angelus pummeled into him, taking no mercy in his thrusts.
"Fuck!" Angelus yelled, sinking his fangs into Xander's throat as a thick geyser of vampire spunk exploded from the tip of his dick. The force of his climax sent Xander spiraling over into his own pleasant orgasm.
As Angelus continued to drink, Xander’s body slowly began to slump.
"Don't worry, boy. It doesn't stop here." Angelus whispered, knowing the boy was almost completely gone. "I've got big plans for you."
Angelus used a fingernail to slice open his wrist and pressed the flesh against Xander's lips.
He never would have guessed that things would have ended up this way. Xander had hated him when he had the pesky soul but it turned out that he was just dying to see the beast under the surface.
To a certain extent, it was kind of fucked up.
*Runner up for Best Extreme at Angel Without Wings Awards (Round 6)
*Runner up for Dark Kitty Award and Judge's Choice at the Forbidden Awards
*Winner for Viking in the Sack at the White Knight Awards (2010)
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on 2008-02-13 02:50 am (UTC)Gabrielle
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on 2008-02-13 05:31 am (UTC)I was surprised where I was able to take this bunny. I kinda freaked out when I first got it. I love writing Angelus but Angelus/Xander was whole new territory. Actually, slash in general is still relatively new territory for me. I get nervous about posting it sometimes.
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on 2008-02-13 05:35 am (UTC)Gabrielle
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on 2008-02-13 07:10 pm (UTC)Very nice sweetie. Xander is deliciously fucked up and how typical of Angelus to take it to a whole new level... YAY!!!!
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on 2008-02-13 10:48 pm (UTC)It was fairly new territory so I'm glad it's being received well :)
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on 2008-10-15 06:18 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-10-15 06:23 pm (UTC)Thank you so much!
I was tickled plaid by how well this little story has done especially since Xander is not a easy character for me to write.
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on 2009-03-18 07:42 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-03-19 05:28 am (UTC)This fic really stretched my writing and made me write a pairing I had never before. So I'm thrilled you liked it.
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on 2010-10-12 08:42 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2010-10-13 01:33 am (UTC)