Attack
Xander whimpered. The thick shaft pressing into his asshole hurt -- hurt *badly*. He wriggled a little, trying to squirm away from the pain.
A sharp pain across his shoulders stilled him.
"Remember the agreement, brat? I fuck you, and you don't move, and *maybe* you get to live..." a harsh voice whispered, millimetres from his ear.
Xander swallowed. Most of his life he had run away, hidden from pain and confrontation. Now, all he could do was take it. His face was pressed hard into his own bed, the place where he was safest, the place he hid most often, comforting with the smell of his own body, the touch of the cool linen warming and friendly. Now it was merely a witness to his violation. The pressure inside him slowly eased, and the chill waned. He lay shivering as the long, cold shaft slid out of him, almost completely, tantalisingly close to stopping the rape altogether. His fists clenched into the bedclothes, winding the material tightly around his fingers, silently begging for it to end.
A soft voice murmured from behind him, "Nice ass, brat. You got any idea what you look like from back here? Face down, legs spread like a city whore, and just the head of my dick stuffed in your hole." The voice came closer, the cold skin pressing along his back. Angelus' arms slid under Xander's, his biceps tight against Xander's armpits, immobilising his upper body. A cold hand awkwardly reached to his chin and turned his face to one side.
"That's better, now I can see you brat-boy." A moment later one arm slid away again, and Xander tensed, about to struggle free, until the touch of a cold finger circling the place where they were joined and a harsh whisper froze him again.
"Oh yes, hold onto me. Squeeze my cock... yesss... that feels good."
The finger pressed harder at his filled anus, and with a wail of pain from Xander, it popped in alongside the vampire's penis, pushing deeper than the cock, stretching unbearably at the aching flesh.
"Let's get you going, brat boy. You're going to like this--"
"I hate you!" the young man gasped out, held still by terror.
"I *know*," came back the delighted whisper. Sharp teeth brushed over Xander's smooth shoulder, up to the neck, and with a tiny jerk, tore the skin there open. As the boy jerked away from the voracious mouth his ass moved, and the cock holding him open sank in a couple more inches. He froze, and on his back Angelus arched like a cat in the sun, his hips weighing heavily on Xander's, his cock sliding even deeper.
"Mmm. You know how to move, don't you brat-boy?" Angelus asked, in that horrible, quiet voice that implied things Xander didn't want, didn't want to think about, that his body was betraying him, turning on to his attacker, that he was *liking* it. Almost without realising it, he shook his head slowly.
"No. No, no, no...." the words merged into a wail as the man on his back held him firmly with both arms again, and pulled back a little then slammed in, the extra distance giving him the leverage he needed to take Xander completely. The cold flesh buried inside him leached away all the warmth in his body, becoming, in turn, fiery hot as it rode in and out of his bottom, leaving his rectum cold and slimy with lubricant.
"Enjoying it yet, brat-boy?" Angelus gasped into his neck. He reached down again, slipping his hand under Xander's body, feeling for his cock. "Soft. Let's get some of you hard enough for a real man then."
The large hand enclosed his penis and began a slow, squeezing, tugging movement. Xander jerked desperately away, and was abruptly reminded of the cock stretching out his butt hole as he jammed himself onto it.
"That's better. Good boy. My hot little whore-boy. You're getting the idea," the obscenely encouraging voice whispered. Xander's hips jerked down into the mattress, forcing his cock through the tight fist, and to his horror felt himself start to fill.
"No..." He was reduced to a faint whimper, begging the man behind him, inside him, not to do this. not take him, not fuck him, not *pleasure* him.
"It's all right." Angelus laughed at him, a sickening parody of comfort. "Once this is all over you can run away and pretend it never happened." The hand on his dick twisted and pulled, and his erection swelled to full length in his tormentor's grip. Angelus felt the tell-tale swelling in Xander's groin, and laughed again, tightening his grip until his threatened orgasm was stopped.
"I expect you can get counselling for this sort of thing." he went on, conversationally. "I wonder if Buffy got counselling? Bit difficult to explain." The cock slid out of his ass, and back in. "I was butt-fucked by a vampire, in my own home, and," his voice dropped until Xander had to strain to hear it, "And you never cried out, never said a word to get your parents up here, and you came. You came on my cock, and you *loved* it. You wanted it. You were underneath me, humping and groaning, and begging for it..." Angel jerked hard, twice on Xander's cock, and started to really laugh as Xander's engorged dick spilled, spurting jets of hot cum into the mattress. He kept talking over Xander's low moans.
"You know what they'd say? You couldn't help it, my poor little whore-boy. You're only seventeen...it's only normal for you to get turned on...little walking tank of hormones that you are...but I know different." A hard jab of Angelus' cock hit Xander's prostate, and he gasped at the jolt of burning fire raking through him. "I know you like this... you really like my cock up your virginal little ass..."
A quick thrust of Angelus' hips drove Xander deeper into the bed, into his tormentor's knowledgeable hands, and he struggled back, unconsciously impaling himself deeper onto the big penis, eager for that bright fire of pleasure to rocket through him once more, until he could suddenly feel the rough scrape of hair on his backside, Angel's pubes tight against his butt, the soft brush of balls on his perineum, too intimate and unfamiliar to be just denied. "this is it... This is it... Ahhh..."
Xander and Angelus both shuddered as the elder man came, shooting unexpectedly warm seed into Xander's anus. Angel lay still for a long moment, gasping for air. Xander too lay quite still, trying to ignore the hand moving idly on his cock, concentrating only on the softening of the dick in his ass. He didn't want to move, to do anything that might make him change his mind and stay - or was that go away? The moment he tried not to think about tensing up, his ass muscles tightened, pulling a long low groan from Angelus that vibrated through both their bodies.
And Angel began fucking into him again, slow and deep and hard, hand firm around Xander, teaching his body to move with his touch.
Long hours later, when the night was greying into dawn, Angelus finally withdrew from Xander's raw anus. The boy was crying silently into the covers, and Angelus smiled sweetly at him from the window as he pulled his clothes back together.
"One more thing, Alexander, my sweet whore-boy. You can tell my darling Buffy hello from me... you could even compare notes."
Laughing softly he was gone into the half light, racing for hiding before the dawn ruined his games.
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