Turning and Burning, Chapter 8

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Title: Turning and Burning, Chapter 8
Author: tigerstriped86
Fandom/Pairing: BtVS, X/A (implied), X/OC
Prompt 104-Cuisine

Warning: Mature (Finally!  Teh seks....well, could be naughtier I suppose)
Disc.: In how many ways would you like me to say I own nothing Buffy or affiliated other than my OCs and my filthy, overactive mind?
Scenario: AU from Xander running from Anya at the alter.  He is now one of Angel's childes and determined (in the very Xander way) to shape up the Order.  Interested now?  1/4 canon twist with 3/4 babbling improv and worse memory.

Full story to date.... http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4237605/1/Turning_and_Burning

Yeah, so I have a busy week.  Almost didn't get to post this and I would have cried. I'm so very manly.

There was the sound of jazz music coming from the kitchen when Xander arrived back from the Scooby meeting. He had gone with a half-formed plan in his mind. Something about Buffy had been distracted at this last one. While walking home, a practice now made prominently safer, he counted the number of times she had been distracted while doing her duties. He had almost removed his shoes and socks to count that high.

Sure, the witty banter was great. Even though it was just a cover for nervousness and the inexperience of youth. Sure, it was nice to be the food guy again. Even if that meant nothing had changed in the hierarchical system of things. And sure, it was nice being with girls who softened the harshness of his new life. Even if he hadn't told them yet. Xander missed being able to bounce ideas off of Oz. As he opened the door, he wondered how much effort it would take down to track the young, philosophical werewolf.

It was odd to hear music in the mansion. There were very few times, no need to take off socks and shoes this time, that Angel had played some very classical pieces. Xander was surprised at this. As artistic as William was and as sensitive as Angel was said to have been in his past life, he had assumed that maybe there could have been more music. Not that he would have appreciated it. No, it took death to appreciate those things in life he never slowed himself to learn because he thought they were beneath him.

It was a strange urge that came upon him in the parlor. His nose twitched briefly as the dust raised from the record player. It had amazed Xander when Spike had given him that look. He had visited once with Buffy and commented that they could have had a really nice sound system installed if they had wanted it. Spike had just muttered and shook his head. But looking through the collection of records, vast and eclectic as it was, Xander tilted his head and took in a bit of knowledge.

Carmen, Aida, The Barber of Seville. The titles rang in his head, some bringing to mind an old cartoon or two. The jacket cover with the word Carmen had a rose scrawled across the lettering. A proverb came to mind from a time when he had gone to Sunday school many years ago. There's nothing new under the sun, Xander muttered under his own breath. It was true. Maybe it was time he started appreciating history before it came back to bite him. After all, he was apart of it now and determined to mold it somewhat in his image. This was the time to learn, before the storm truly began.

As Louie Armstrong began to wail about seeing Dolly, Xander entered the kitchen and just watched. Charlie's back was to him, his shoulders moving in rhythm. Something was steaming on the stove and a pot nearby was bubbling. Xander could smell Parmesan in the air and it made his stomach tingle. That was the unfair thing about being dead. He might have been able to shrug the girls off, but seeing his old friends jelly and doughnut at the shop had almost been too much.

“What are you doing?” Charlie turned with a bit of noodle hanging from his jaw. The fork in his hand moved closer to it and gently pushed it in. “You are going to make yourself sick.”

“I know that. But you have to test them somehow. My senses aren't as dead as the rest of me.”

“But we don't eat normal food anymore. The system can't handle it.”

“I know that. But a good hostess must have something ready for his guests. Even if that means something that's just for show.”

Xander moved towards the stove and watched the little bubbles break on the creamy Alfredo sauce.

“It's a pity.”

“Do you think Elvin would like some?”

Charlie's hand went to his hip, where a kitchen towel lay tucked into his belt. Xander scratched his tongue against his left fang. It was a nervous habit that he had picked up.

“It's not time yet.”

“The meeting is tomorrow night Xander.”

“He's almost ready.”

“I must have been that easy to seduce.”

“You weren't a vampire.”

“I can't imagine how he is resisting you.”

“He's not. Not really. There is a bit of hesitancy. He probably thinks I'm mad.”

“Well, I'd most likely feel that way if I'd seen you cut down a stupid former jock of a vampire. After all, it's not as if our numbers are healthy or anything. We only seem to breed scum.”

“That's something I intend to fix. Have you gotten hold of Dalthers?”

“He's scheduled the conference for noon over Angel's old private line. He sincerely believes in what you are doing, even if he doesn't necessarily approve of your methods.”

“How could you tell?”

“Between the pauses I could feel certain waves of hesitancy and other emotions of that nature. I think he misses Angel, but he'll gladly take someone like you.”

“That's encouraging. Maybe one of the books in the library could help. Angel must have some reference for intuition.”

“That's what I thought. I've reserved all morning trying to find something about it in that disorganized system of his.”

Xander turned towards the kitchen island and pressed his palms on the marble surface. “Have I told you how amazing you've been?”

Charlie moved closer, inches away. “Not recently.”

Xander would have breathed deeply if he'd been able to. As it was, they locked eyes for just a moment before Charlie moved in. Xander's scent drove him crazy, as is to be expected of a childe. Xander's hand moved forward, towards the back of the neck. He rubbed with the back of his thumb until he reached the spot where he had marked Charlie for eternity.

“Be careful to start what you can't finish.”

“Who says I don't want to?”

“Pasta's on the stove.” Charlie barely muttered it. His eyes were moving in a dream-like state.

“So? Turn it off.”

“It isn't me you want.”

Xander's hand fell. “Should that matter?”

“It matters very much to me. I'm your companion and your childe, but it's not me you want. I'll never ask for it and probably never deserve it. But don't try and seduce me Eldridge. That's not fair to either of us.”

“What are you saying?”

“I believe in what you want to do and I think you're the man to do it. Hell, we could probably have amazing sex from this to the next century and never be bored. But I still believe in honesty and seeing things as they are. You're more attracted to Elvin than you are to me. But I'm okay with that. You needed an assistant.”

“But...”

“Don't begrudge me that. I have no use for rebellion and even less use for flattery. You are right that you are showing me the world. There's so much to learn and do. A part of me is always yours, Eldridge.”

Xander smirked. “You'd best be careful, kid. Someone as smart as you could end up tipping the scales.”

“You're right. Aren't you glad I'm on your side?”

“I'd best say hi to Elvin.”

“Mm... ask him if he'd like some pasta.”

Xander chuckled as he headed through the back entrance of the kitchen and up the stairs to the guest rooms. Memories came flooding back. He saw every angle of the room, knew every corner and how every tapestry blew in the wind. He knew how the lamp casted shadows during certain moments. Xander bit his lip. It was a mistake, a drastic mistake choosing this room for Elvin. But regret was not something he needed right now.

“Yes?” Xander blinked at the doorway. A captive man wearing nothing but heavy rope across his midsection, arms, and thighs did not usually do so with the nonchalance of reading a book. But Elvin was different. His body had been refined from becoming a vampire. Time was, the way he told it, he had never been fit nor extremely fat. As a vampire, he was built and extremely sensitive to touch. He could move with the best of them and twist in ways that Xander didn't think about, lest he had to stop and take care of himself.

“We'd best get you a nice shave before the meeting tomorrow night. We think we'll have Dalthers by then.”

“You haven't told him the plan?”

“Think I should?”

“Just hint at it. He probably wants to play.” There was a dramatic lean upon that last word and Xander swore he saw Elvin lick his lips. He entered the room, moving slowly to a spot between the bed and the end table.

“You know, for someone in captivity, you don't seem very captive.”

“We should probably get me a nice set of clothes for the meeting.”

Xander smirked, looking towards the pile of baggy artistic clothes that he'd shown up in at the last meeting. Xander's fingers moved, walking their way slowly from his slightly hairy midsection towards the thick rope binding his arms.

“Changing the subject?”

“To fit my needs.”

“Are you in much pain?”

“Do you want me to be?”

The question was loaded, Xander could tell. A blind man being hit by an ice cream truck would have been more subtle.

“What's changed? You believe in me now?”

“I can be persuaded.”

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Enunciating so freely.”

“Why? Does that do something for you?”

“I'm going to do something for you.” Xander's eyes lowered, fixed on the other.

“Prove it.”

Xander lowered himself on to the bed. Elvin was an intriguing creation. His fingers could move with deft swiftness, sensing those areas that made you most aware of his presence. Those fingers that molded clay and held brushes were so close to his knee. But Xander was only aware of Elvin's dangerous smile, knowing exactly how naughty he was. Damn it! Xander wished he had been the one to turn Elvin.

Xander leaned in, Elvin's goatee tickling his chin. The feeling of his cool lips sent shivers and response through Xander's body. He wanted to untie Elvin so badly and let the painter move his arms around. The urge presented itself and Xander felt himself obeying. His lips and fangs moved, tracing the absent lines of blood all around the neck and down to the cheekbone.

“No.”

“You don't want to be free?”

“Not yet.” Elvin was almost gasping for breath.

“What do you want, then?”

“To be a part of your glory.”

“You got it, kid.”

Xander moved across Elvin. The cool body of the trapped man felt perfect beneath Xander. His cock was so hard and painful beneath his zipper. It took all of Xander's self-control not to just rip his clothes off and let Elvin ride him until they both groaned and panted to explosion.

His hands gripped Elvin's rope at the arms. Xander lifted himself using the ropes. He felt Elvin's face transform as his collarbone began moving against captured lips. There was a rip that began at Xander's first button and lasted until the shirt was gone.

“Oops.”

“I didn't much care for this shirt anyways.”

Xander tossed the split shirt into the pile of the artist's old clothing. That was always Elvin's favorite part, the disrobing. There was something enticing and new each time to see. Xander, however, did like his black Dockers and so felt his hands moving swiftly and tossing them aside.

“So, Eldridge likes those pants?”

“Shut up.”

“Vanity shall be our undoing.”

“Going to go all cryptic on me now?”

“Only afterwards.”

Elvin's cock twitched in the general direction of Xander's ass. He felt himself moving towards it and farther from Elvin's mouth. As his body lowered and his feet dangled near Elvin's hands, he shuddered. Those fingers intertwined with his toes. The two bodies moving and lifting in concert. There was a little give on the rope. Not much, but just enough so that Xander knew Elvin was enjoying this. If the closed eyes and smile wasn't enough of an indication.

Elvin's eyes fluttered open when he heard the third groan. Xander was stroking himself while Elvin was pumping and priming thoroughly and they were both about to expel copious amounts of stress, among other things.

“Ready and aim.”

Xander obeyed, moving forward just slightly.

“Fire.”

Xander groaned as he felt something cool move into his ass and his own cum flutter and spill all across Elvin's chest and face. Elvin licked his lips as Xander fell back.

“So predictable. Best not to get too much more like that. People might begin wondering who's on top.”

“Oh shut up.”

“Make me.”