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tamingthemuseTitle: To Delight to Ecstasy
Series: The Dark World
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Angel/Xander
Prompt: Ravish
Rating: Mature/Adults Only overall
Spoilers: AU after The Becoming, BtVS Season Two
Warnings: Bloodplay, D/s themes, dark!fic overall
Word Count: 1,140
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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To Delight to Ecstasy
Xander rolled his shoulder as he ate, constantly conscious of the pain. He knew that he'd be completely healed by morning, but the ache that accompanied these wounds drove the boy to distraction.
The meal was filled with the normal sounds of conversation – Angel and Ali discussing Xander's training schedule for the rest of the week, the Shaman silently reading from tattered scrolls, the other demons around the table eating and talking in soft grunts and growls. Normally the boy would try to insert himself into one conversation or another, but not tonight. Tonight he had other things on his mind.
The story of The Conqueror had bothered him. There was something there, something that nagged at the back of Xander's mind. Something that seemed important. Something…just outside of Xander's reach.
It was time to think of a strategy to end this war. The soldier memories in Xander's brain stirred, processing the information he'd received. Their enemy had a weakness that could be exploited – sunlight. Much like Angel, the Others were sensitive to sunlight. The Shaman had explained that once, many centuries ago, all the inhabitants of this world had lived in darkness. The light of the twin suns was painful to them and they survived by hiding beneath the planet's surface and only coming out at night.
But their numbers grew too large and they were on the brink of famine, unable to feed themselves on the food they foraged at night. Three daring men ventured worth to brave the sunlight and work the land for food during the day. As the men worked in the sun, they grew a thick hide over their sensitive flesh, growing larger and stronger everyday.
Once they learned they wouldn't die, the Others began to send more men out to work and they developed a symbiotic relationship: the demons on the surface worked to feed the people and the Others took care of the families, nurturing and educating them, keeping the planet populated. It worked very well for centuries.
It worked until The Conqueror came.
The Conqueror arrived one day and spoke with the elders below the surface. He told them they were superior and deserved to rule the demons who toiled above them. He gave them technology to open portals to other dimensions, told them how to find weapons.
Then the war had begun.
"Xander," the Shaman called. "You are being thinking too hard. I are hearing it over all the way here."
Angel chuckled as Xander shook his head.
"Sorry," the boy apologized. "Just so much information, you know? I'm just trying to figure out a strategic solution for the initial tactical assault."
When he was greeted with blank stares, Xander laughed out loud. "Soldier guy in my brain is working overtime today. I guess I'm just really keyed up is all."
The walk to their room was taken like every other night and Xander walked it in a daze as his brain still sought to find a solution to the conflict. Once they were inside and alone, Angel quickly divested the boy of his clothing, seemingly in a rush to get at the boy's bare skin.
"Angel?" Xander whispered at the first feel of the vampire's tongue against his skin. Angel hummed a response as he continued liking the boy's flesh. "How come you don't let me in on what you're talking about?"
"What's that?" Angel asked, steering the boy toward the bed with gentle but firm hands.
"You and the Shaman are always talking and stuff while I'm training. I'm the warrior, right? How come I don't get to help plan?"
Angel stopped short and looked at the boy. "We are not planned anything right now, Xander," he explained. "I'm learning their history. Sometimes you have to know where you came from to understand how to change things."
The vampire ducked his head to try to silence him with a kiss, but Xander eluded him. "But I'm the one with the crazy soldier voice in his brain that sounds oddly like Clint Eastwood. Shouldn't I be learning too?"
Finally, Angel stopped and stared at into the boy's hazel eyes. "I've been ignoring you," he whispered.
"Not when we get here," Xander answered. He was surprised at the sound of bitterness in his own voice. He never even realized how hurt he truly felt. Cool fingers traced over his cheeks and Xander's eyes fell closed. Slowly, they traveled over his face, running lightly over his eyes, brushing his bushy eyebrows, tracing the seam of his lips as if learning him all over again.
Lips and tongue followed the path made by the fingers and the boy moaned, sighing his Angel kissed him deep and slow. This was different their normal nightly routine. This was not desperate desire needing to be satiated. This was not about sex and blood. This was not about claiming.
This was about seduction.
All over his body, Angel continued his exploration. Shoulders, neck, nipples were all stroked by fingers, lips, teeth and tongue. Special attention was paid to the wound on Xander chest before Angel moved on, touching and tasting every part of the boy's body, not just the marks he'd placed on him, claiming him. Angel was finding every piece of him and bringing him alive.
The vampire turned the boy over and continued his travels on the other side. By the time Angel was done, Xander was writhing in need.
"Angel," the boy whined as he was turned onto his back. The vampire simply sat back, kneeling on his haunches as he stared at Xander, his eyes speckled with gold.
"Tell me what you want, Xander."
The boy froze. He'd never been asked that before. He'd always been taken or had given what he knew what was expected of him. What did he want? Since that first night, Angel had been gentle and careful, not willing to hurt the boy. Even the bite at his neck had become tender, a soft slip of fangs into flesh, nothing like what he remembered – nothing like what he wanted.
"Take me," he whispered just loud enough for the vampire's supernatural hearing to hear. He wanted to be taken, to remember what it had been like when his life had been simple – back when there was no training, no war, no world depending him.
Angel watched him for several long moments before a smirk spread across his face. Xander shivered at the look. Ravished wasn't a word Xander had ever heard outside the novels that Willow had kept around in Junior High but it was the only word that came to mind as Angel took him, every part of him, forcing him to delight in the ecstasy the vampire gave him, purging every thought from his brain that wasn't the vampire.
It was as close to perfect as anything the boy had ever known.
Tbc...
Series: The Dark World
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Angel/Xander
Prompt: Ravish
Rating: Mature/Adults Only overall
Spoilers: AU after The Becoming, BtVS Season Two
Warnings: Bloodplay, D/s themes, dark!fic overall
Word Count: 1,140
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 banner under the cut! Xander rolled his shoulder as he ate, constantly conscious of the pain. He knew that he'd be completely healed by morning, but the ache that accompanied these wounds drove the boy to distraction.
The meal was filled with the normal sounds of conversation – Angel and Ali discussing Xander's training schedule for the rest of the week, the Shaman silently reading from tattered scrolls, the other demons around the table eating and talking in soft grunts and growls. Normally the boy would try to insert himself into one conversation or another, but not tonight. Tonight he had other things on his mind.
The story of The Conqueror had bothered him. There was something there, something that nagged at the back of Xander's mind. Something that seemed important. Something…just outside of Xander's reach.
It was time to think of a strategy to end this war. The soldier memories in Xander's brain stirred, processing the information he'd received. Their enemy had a weakness that could be exploited – sunlight. Much like Angel, the Others were sensitive to sunlight. The Shaman had explained that once, many centuries ago, all the inhabitants of this world had lived in darkness. The light of the twin suns was painful to them and they survived by hiding beneath the planet's surface and only coming out at night.
But their numbers grew too large and they were on the brink of famine, unable to feed themselves on the food they foraged at night. Three daring men ventured worth to brave the sunlight and work the land for food during the day. As the men worked in the sun, they grew a thick hide over their sensitive flesh, growing larger and stronger everyday.
Once they learned they wouldn't die, the Others began to send more men out to work and they developed a symbiotic relationship: the demons on the surface worked to feed the people and the Others took care of the families, nurturing and educating them, keeping the planet populated. It worked very well for centuries.
It worked until The Conqueror came.
The Conqueror arrived one day and spoke with the elders below the surface. He told them they were superior and deserved to rule the demons who toiled above them. He gave them technology to open portals to other dimensions, told them how to find weapons.
Then the war had begun.
"Xander," the Shaman called. "You are being thinking too hard. I are hearing it over all the way here."
Angel chuckled as Xander shook his head.
"Sorry," the boy apologized. "Just so much information, you know? I'm just trying to figure out a strategic solution for the initial tactical assault."
When he was greeted with blank stares, Xander laughed out loud. "Soldier guy in my brain is working overtime today. I guess I'm just really keyed up is all."
The walk to their room was taken like every other night and Xander walked it in a daze as his brain still sought to find a solution to the conflict. Once they were inside and alone, Angel quickly divested the boy of his clothing, seemingly in a rush to get at the boy's bare skin.
"Angel?" Xander whispered at the first feel of the vampire's tongue against his skin. Angel hummed a response as he continued liking the boy's flesh. "How come you don't let me in on what you're talking about?"
"What's that?" Angel asked, steering the boy toward the bed with gentle but firm hands.
"You and the Shaman are always talking and stuff while I'm training. I'm the warrior, right? How come I don't get to help plan?"
Angel stopped short and looked at the boy. "We are not planned anything right now, Xander," he explained. "I'm learning their history. Sometimes you have to know where you came from to understand how to change things."
The vampire ducked his head to try to silence him with a kiss, but Xander eluded him. "But I'm the one with the crazy soldier voice in his brain that sounds oddly like Clint Eastwood. Shouldn't I be learning too?"
Finally, Angel stopped and stared at into the boy's hazel eyes. "I've been ignoring you," he whispered.
"Not when we get here," Xander answered. He was surprised at the sound of bitterness in his own voice. He never even realized how hurt he truly felt. Cool fingers traced over his cheeks and Xander's eyes fell closed. Slowly, they traveled over his face, running lightly over his eyes, brushing his bushy eyebrows, tracing the seam of his lips as if learning him all over again.
Lips and tongue followed the path made by the fingers and the boy moaned, sighing his Angel kissed him deep and slow. This was different their normal nightly routine. This was not desperate desire needing to be satiated. This was not about sex and blood. This was not about claiming.
This was about seduction.
All over his body, Angel continued his exploration. Shoulders, neck, nipples were all stroked by fingers, lips, teeth and tongue. Special attention was paid to the wound on Xander chest before Angel moved on, touching and tasting every part of the boy's body, not just the marks he'd placed on him, claiming him. Angel was finding every piece of him and bringing him alive.
The vampire turned the boy over and continued his travels on the other side. By the time Angel was done, Xander was writhing in need.
"Angel," the boy whined as he was turned onto his back. The vampire simply sat back, kneeling on his haunches as he stared at Xander, his eyes speckled with gold.
"Tell me what you want, Xander."
The boy froze. He'd never been asked that before. He'd always been taken or had given what he knew what was expected of him. What did he want? Since that first night, Angel had been gentle and careful, not willing to hurt the boy. Even the bite at his neck had become tender, a soft slip of fangs into flesh, nothing like what he remembered – nothing like what he wanted.
"Take me," he whispered just loud enough for the vampire's supernatural hearing to hear. He wanted to be taken, to remember what it had been like when his life had been simple – back when there was no training, no war, no world depending him.
Angel watched him for several long moments before a smirk spread across his face. Xander shivered at the look. Ravished wasn't a word Xander had ever heard outside the novels that Willow had kept around in Junior High but it was the only word that came to mind as Angel took him, every part of him, forcing him to delight in the ecstasy the vampire gave him, purging every thought from his brain that wasn't the vampire.
It was as close to perfect as anything the boy had ever known.
Tbc...
