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tamingthemuseTitle: Home Away from Home
Series: The Dark World
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Angel/Xander
Rating: Mature/Adults Only overall
Spoilers: AU after The Becoming, BtVS Season Two
Warnings: Bloodplay, D/s themes, dark!fic overall
Word Count: 1,040
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.
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tamingthemuse and _xangel.
Home Away from Home
The journey over the rough terrain was slow and plodding but the convoy continued steadily onward. Several times, Xander tried to spark a conversation with one of the creatures guarding him or the shaman who'd stabbed and healed him, but they remained silent and still, staring off into the distance as the boy rambled.
Finally, Angel laid his hand on Xander's shoulder, effectively silencing the boy.
Xander hated silence. He somehow always felt the need to fill it when it surfaced. He just wanted answers to the multitude of questions he had, just wanted to know that he was safe, that he and Angel would be alright.
Angel.
The vampire standing next to him was a mystery to the boy. He'd seen the pain on Angelus' face as the soul was forced back in his body, could see he guilt and horror at what the demon had done. What would their life be like in this hell dimension? Xander's life had been consumed by the evil vampire, his pleasure, his pain, his existence was in Angelus' hands.
Angel hated him.
He hated Angel.
This was not good.
As Xander pondered his new existence with the demons and his vampire, the cart slowly made its way over the ridge just as the first of the two suns began to set. Out of the corner of his eye, Xander noticed as Angel began to scratch the exposed skin of his face.
"You alright?" he asked, his voice colored with concern.
"It itches," Angel explained, his voice slightly strained with pain. "It feels like there are bugs crawling inside my skin."
Xander shuddered at the thought, reaching out his hand to comfort the vampire. He quickly drew back when Angel flinched at the gentle touch.
"Being at the keep soon, half-breed," the shaman whispered, his large black eyes continuing to survey the terrain. "Safe you are being inside."
Angel nodded at the words as he continued raking his fingernails over his skin. Xander reached up and grabbed both of the vampire's hands in his own, ignoring the flinch and holding on tight. When Angel glared at him, Xander simply explained, "I like your skin on your flesh and preferably not in shreds, okay?"
Angel huffed but didn't try to pull his hands away again.
They rode along in silence until the shaman finally pronounced in a booming voice, "The Keep."
Xander and Angel turned to see a large looming castle directly before them.
"Whoa," Xander gasped as he squeezed the hands gripped in his own. Angel squeezed back. Then squeezed again.
"Xander," Angel said quietly, "You can let go now. Now that we're in the shade the itching has stopped."
Regretfully, the boy released the cool fingers he'd had twined with his own before stuffing his hands in his pockets. Once the cart pulled in front of the Keep, Xander and Angel followed the shaman into the large castle. It was much like the demons of this dimension – large and stone, foreboding and unforgiving. The pair followed the demons deeper into the place they would now call home until Xander was intrigued by an enticing aroma.
The boy chuckled lightly before launching into a full blown laugh.
"What?" Angel asked.
"I just thought the words 'enticing aroma'. Willow and Giles would be so proud of my expanded vocabulary."
"So would Angelus," the vampire whispered, his eyes focused straight ahead, his expression stoic.
They were led into a large dinning area where Xander was fed large plates of food filled with roasted beast and flavorful, charred vegetables. The boy was shocked at his appetite as he tore into the food before him. He stuffed himself as the demons around him ate sparsely, watching with amusement as their warrior filled himself before them. Suddenly, Xander realized that Angel was not eating.
"Are you going to..." he waved his hand at the plates of food before them.
"I don't eat food," Angel explained quietly. "That was Spike's thing, not mine."
"But aren't you hungry?"
Angel nodded slowly. "I'll find some blood later."
"Nothing here will satisfy the half-breed," the shaman droned. "Your consort will be needing to feed from the blood of his own, Warrior."
Both men stared at the shaman. They were about to protest when the shaman stood, signaling the meal was done. Xander grabbed one last spongy roll before following the vampire before him.
They were ushered into what was obviously going to be their new quarters. Xander immediately noticed that there was only one bed. He was about to protest but the demons were already leaving. Before the shaman closed the door, he turned to Angel and said, "You should be feeding well this night, half-breed. You are being needing it for the morrow."
The door shut with an ominous thud and Xander slowly turned to face the vampire. Angel was watching him closely, his eyes glowing gold.
"S-so," Xander stammered, "I guess you'll be needing to feed, huh? The whole, 'Being needing it for the morrow' thing sounded kinda of the bad omeny, didn't it?"
He fidgeted as Angel stepped closer. It wasn't until he was within arms length of the vampire that he heard the menacing growl. He turned to run but was caught by strong hands before being pressed roughly against the hard, stone wall. Automatically, Xander's head tilted, exposing his scarred neck and before he could prepare himself, he felt the familiar sting of sharp fangs parting his flesh.
Twin moans filled the air as Angel sucked down mouthfuls of the boy's potent blood. Xander trembled at the feeling, arching into the hard body pressed hard against him. His hardness thrust against Angel's matching need and they fell into a rhythm they both knew so well.
Xander gasped as he became lightheaded, either from the blood loss or his arousal, he didn't know. Slowly, panic began to surface as the boy realized that the vampire was not stopping. He pushed against the strong chest before him, pounded on the muscular back, scratched at the iron grip of the arms surrounding him, all to no avail.
Angel kept feasting on the boy, thrusting against him, until Xander came hard in his pants, gasping for breath.
Then everything went black.
Tbc...
Series: The Dark World
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Angel/Xander
Rating: Mature/Adults Only overall
Spoilers: AU after The Becoming, BtVS Season Two
Warnings: Bloodplay, D/s themes, dark!fic overall
Word Count: 1,040
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
mwrgana for the lovely banner under the cut! Yay!Crossposting with
tamingthemuse and _xangel.The journey over the rough terrain was slow and plodding but the convoy continued steadily onward. Several times, Xander tried to spark a conversation with one of the creatures guarding him or the shaman who'd stabbed and healed him, but they remained silent and still, staring off into the distance as the boy rambled.
Finally, Angel laid his hand on Xander's shoulder, effectively silencing the boy.
Xander hated silence. He somehow always felt the need to fill it when it surfaced. He just wanted answers to the multitude of questions he had, just wanted to know that he was safe, that he and Angel would be alright.
Angel.
The vampire standing next to him was a mystery to the boy. He'd seen the pain on Angelus' face as the soul was forced back in his body, could see he guilt and horror at what the demon had done. What would their life be like in this hell dimension? Xander's life had been consumed by the evil vampire, his pleasure, his pain, his existence was in Angelus' hands.
Angel hated him.
He hated Angel.
This was not good.
As Xander pondered his new existence with the demons and his vampire, the cart slowly made its way over the ridge just as the first of the two suns began to set. Out of the corner of his eye, Xander noticed as Angel began to scratch the exposed skin of his face.
"You alright?" he asked, his voice colored with concern.
"It itches," Angel explained, his voice slightly strained with pain. "It feels like there are bugs crawling inside my skin."
Xander shuddered at the thought, reaching out his hand to comfort the vampire. He quickly drew back when Angel flinched at the gentle touch.
"Being at the keep soon, half-breed," the shaman whispered, his large black eyes continuing to survey the terrain. "Safe you are being inside."
Angel nodded at the words as he continued raking his fingernails over his skin. Xander reached up and grabbed both of the vampire's hands in his own, ignoring the flinch and holding on tight. When Angel glared at him, Xander simply explained, "I like your skin on your flesh and preferably not in shreds, okay?"
Angel huffed but didn't try to pull his hands away again.
They rode along in silence until the shaman finally pronounced in a booming voice, "The Keep."
Xander and Angel turned to see a large looming castle directly before them.
"Whoa," Xander gasped as he squeezed the hands gripped in his own. Angel squeezed back. Then squeezed again.
"Xander," Angel said quietly, "You can let go now. Now that we're in the shade the itching has stopped."
Regretfully, the boy released the cool fingers he'd had twined with his own before stuffing his hands in his pockets. Once the cart pulled in front of the Keep, Xander and Angel followed the shaman into the large castle. It was much like the demons of this dimension – large and stone, foreboding and unforgiving. The pair followed the demons deeper into the place they would now call home until Xander was intrigued by an enticing aroma.
The boy chuckled lightly before launching into a full blown laugh.
"What?" Angel asked.
"I just thought the words 'enticing aroma'. Willow and Giles would be so proud of my expanded vocabulary."
"So would Angelus," the vampire whispered, his eyes focused straight ahead, his expression stoic.
They were led into a large dinning area where Xander was fed large plates of food filled with roasted beast and flavorful, charred vegetables. The boy was shocked at his appetite as he tore into the food before him. He stuffed himself as the demons around him ate sparsely, watching with amusement as their warrior filled himself before them. Suddenly, Xander realized that Angel was not eating.
"Are you going to..." he waved his hand at the plates of food before them.
"I don't eat food," Angel explained quietly. "That was Spike's thing, not mine."
"But aren't you hungry?"
Angel nodded slowly. "I'll find some blood later."
"Nothing here will satisfy the half-breed," the shaman droned. "Your consort will be needing to feed from the blood of his own, Warrior."
Both men stared at the shaman. They were about to protest when the shaman stood, signaling the meal was done. Xander grabbed one last spongy roll before following the vampire before him.
They were ushered into what was obviously going to be their new quarters. Xander immediately noticed that there was only one bed. He was about to protest but the demons were already leaving. Before the shaman closed the door, he turned to Angel and said, "You should be feeding well this night, half-breed. You are being needing it for the morrow."
The door shut with an ominous thud and Xander slowly turned to face the vampire. Angel was watching him closely, his eyes glowing gold.
"S-so," Xander stammered, "I guess you'll be needing to feed, huh? The whole, 'Being needing it for the morrow' thing sounded kinda of the bad omeny, didn't it?"
He fidgeted as Angel stepped closer. It wasn't until he was within arms length of the vampire that he heard the menacing growl. He turned to run but was caught by strong hands before being pressed roughly against the hard, stone wall. Automatically, Xander's head tilted, exposing his scarred neck and before he could prepare himself, he felt the familiar sting of sharp fangs parting his flesh.
Twin moans filled the air as Angel sucked down mouthfuls of the boy's potent blood. Xander trembled at the feeling, arching into the hard body pressed hard against him. His hardness thrust against Angel's matching need and they fell into a rhythm they both knew so well.
Xander gasped as he became lightheaded, either from the blood loss or his arousal, he didn't know. Slowly, panic began to surface as the boy realized that the vampire was not stopping. He pushed against the strong chest before him, pounded on the muscular back, scratched at the iron grip of the arms surrounding him, all to no avail.
Angel kept feasting on the boy, thrusting against him, until Xander came hard in his pants, gasping for breath.
Then everything went black.
Tbc...
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Date: 2008-06-29 02:45 am (UTC)Great job, hon!
Gabrielle
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Date: 2008-06-29 03:40 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2008-06-29 08:43 am (UTC)It's great to see this 'verse again. Are you going to continue it?
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Date: 2008-06-29 08:14 pm (UTC)I've finally decided to make this my taming prompt story so as long as the muse cooperates, this will updated weekly until it's done.
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Date: 2008-06-30 01:54 am (UTC)This is so good!
I'm thrilled that you're writing more of this verse.
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Date: 2008-06-30 05:10 am (UTC)The ending left me a bit worried. I do hope Xander's alright.