Title: A Taste of More to Come

Author: Belynda

Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Series: I Love You Dead Boy part 11

Pairing: Xander/Angelus

Rating: NC-17

Archiving: Chelle, Amothea if she wants it, and Peja. Anyone else must ask me.

A Taste Of More To Come
by Belynda

Stepping into the ally way behind the Bronze, Xander couldn't help but wonder were his friends where. It was a Friday night and nothing much was happening. He had a bad case of boredom and he wanted to do something. Unfortunately he hadn't been able to find someone to do something with.

He had tried to resume helping with the catching and defeating of the bad guys, but they had put him off every time he had suggested helping them with research or doing guard duty at the cemetery. Every time he had offered an excuse had been hastily put forth. It got a little wearing about the seventh or tenth time he heard it.

Turning up the collar on his jacket, he sighed into the chilly night. Looking for the gang at the Bronze hadn't turned up anything. He had already checked the Library at school. As much as he wanted some company while Spike was out doing *business* he wasn't about to go trotting on down to the local cemetery to see if his friends were there.

A look at his watch showed him that he had wasted a good hour looking for his friends, and all he had to show for his trouble was cold hands and a colder nose. Sighing again, he started down the dark ally way only to stop when from behind a arm came down around his chest, trapping his arms against his side, and pulling him back tight to chest of that person. Before he could call out for help, he was soaring up past the Bronze. Up and over the roof, and down again.

Knowing that he held within the embracing arms of either a vampire or some other demon-like enemy of human beings around the world, his heart thundered loudly within his chest, probably being heard within a three mile radius.

"Wha- What do you want? Blood? You want to drink my blood? I should warn you right now. I had a pizza topped with garlic, followed by garlic bread and washed down by holy water. Drinking my blood would make you sick. Very, very sick. It would be a really, *really*, bad idea to drink my blood. Very bad. And-"

"Shut up."

Instantly Xander relaxed back into his captors arms as shock took hold and chased away every bit bravado he had. He no longer felt the cold seeping in under his jacket. He no longer heard his heart beating up somewhere in his throat. He could only stand still within the arms that were rapped around his chest.

"I've been waiting for this chance. To find you alone without any of your friends near by. Very hard it has been to find you alone. Very hard indeed. And I will *not* have you ruin it by talking. Do you understand?"

Swallowing down the lump in his throat, he tried to speak. In the end he gave up and nodded.

"Two guesses about what I want with you. And before you say it, no, I don't want to drink you blood. Although I am going to keep that option open for a future date. In fact, drinking some of your blood afterwards sounds like a tempting idea at the moment."

"Afterwards?" /Please, God, don't let that be what I think he means./

"Yes. Afterwards. I *might* be persuaded to change my mind though."

"Oh?" Xander risked enough to ask. Hell, he was probably going to die anyway.

"Yes. But we'll get to that later. As for now, there is one thing you need to do before we can get started."

"Oh? What's that? Cause I'll help in whatever way I can."

"Say. My. Name."

Taking a deep shuddering breath, Xander couldn't help but do as the vampire asked.

"Angelus...."

Hissing, the vampire tightened his arms around the teenager as he leaned down and scraped his teeth across the sensitive skin of the exposed neck so near to his fangs. But he held himself back from taking what was so tempting. He had to remember what he had hunted the teenager down for. The desire to drink his blood soon grew weak as another need rose up and consumed him.

Spinning the unsuspecting lad around, he took a firm grasp of the teenagers chin and brought his lips hard down on Xander's. Instantly, as the taste, smell, and feel of his old lover assaulted his senses, he was hard, aching and wanting so bad to be inside his lover once again.

Savagely he took Xander's lips in a punishing kiss. A small part of him recognized that Xander wasn't pushing him away but instead kissing him back just as hard, just as passionately. How the teenager was holding on tight, his arms up and around the vampire, fisting the vampires leather jacket within his grasping hands.

***

It had been so long since he had felt Angelus arms about him, his lips touching his. It didn't matter that he hated the vampire because he wasn't Angel. It didn't matter that Spike cared for him and loved him as much as any vampire could. It didn't matter that he couldn't get enough of Angelus touch.

He didn't resist as the immortal pushed him back against the wall. He wanted this, he had dreamed of this for so long. Expressing his need in a long moan of desire he hoped Angelus would get the hint. Apparently he did, as Xander found himself being spun around again and pushed up the wall. Angelus then quickly undid Xander's jeans and pushed them down and out of the way. The vampire then undid his own jeans and pulled out his hard cock.

***

Pressing his cock into the soft yielding flesh of the ass before him, he held his hand in front of the teenagers mouth. The boy knew what was needed, and proceeded to suck on the fingers. Sucking on the fingers as if they were Angelus cock, coating them with his salvia.

Then Angelus was thrusting his fingers into Xander's waiting hole. With a sob Xander pushed back onto those fingers wanting more. Wanting to have the vampires hard cock within him.

As if sensing his need, Angelus removed his fingers and pressed the head of his cock against the hole. Slowly he pushed in, trembling with need to do anything but be slow. Finally he was in. He waited until Xander had adjusted to his cock, before he took the first thrust into the hotness that was Xander.

Growling, he began to thrust inside of his lover. Xander braced himself against the wall in front of himself and pushed back onto the hard cock. It was too much for the vampire, and with game face on, started thrusting harder and faster into the willing body in front of him.

It was too much for Xander. He had waited so long for this moment that there was only the burning desire to come left for him to aim for. He didn't feel the burn of Angelus cock thrusting inside him. He only wanted to come.

"Please....."

Undone by that one word, the vampire reached around and took hold of Xander's leaking cock. It was enough. Xander clamped down of the immortals cock and screamed as his seed rushed through his cock and on to the wall in front of him.

Angelus threw his head back unable to hold back, came inside the convulsing body of his lover.

***

After a long minute where both of their bodies cooled in the chilled night air, Xander raised his head from where it rested on the rough bricks before him. "I hate you for doing this to me."

"I didn't hear you complaining at the time." The vampire bit out between clenched jaws, pulling out and zipping himself back into his jeans. He noticed the flinch at his withdrawal but he ignored it. Watching as the boy pulled up his jeans and buttoned himself in, he sniffed the air for blood. There was none. A small part of him was pleased that he hadn't hurt the teenager but another part.... "Go home to that pathetic vampire. I'm sure he is getting worried by now."

Spinning around, Xander leaped to the defence of Spike. "Spike is more of a man than you will ever be. And you hate him for that."

"Wrong. I hate the little shit because he is weak. He couldn't do anything right in the past and he can't do anything right now. Look at you. He couldn't even protect you when your father started in on you with a baseball bat. How do you think he would handle it if he knew about your little secret?"

Angrier than he had ever been, Xander grabbed the collar of the vampires coat. "He doesn't need to know about it. You understand!? He will not find out!"

Smiling pure evil, Angelus reached out a hand tenderly drew his finger down one of Xander's fangs. "How could he not know? Sweet dreams Xander." With that the vampire broke Xander's grip on his coat and flew away, leaving Xander standing there with his game face on, fangs shinning brightly in the moon lit night.

***

"NO!" Jerking upright in bed Xander frantically touched his face, searching for a sign that he was a Vampire. Finding none, he realized it had only been a dream. The same dream he had been having on and off for the last several weeks. It was always the same. He would be alone, then Angelus would find him. They would make love, and as they were coming down off their high, they would start a argument about Spike. Then Angelus would draw his attention to the fact that he was a vampire. Awaking up scared shitless right about then always happened too.

He didn't know why he was having the dreams. Not having seen Angelus in weeks had been a good thing while he recovered from his injures and surgery. But a small part of him missed Angelus. Or more correctly Angel. Relaxing back down into the warm bed, Xander couldn't help himself from saying the words that he had never said out loud. "I love you dead boy." Then curling himself around a pillow, he proceeded to cry himself asleep.

***

He never noticed the pain that flashed across Spike's face as he stood hidden in the shadows. He had returned earlier than expected, and had walked in on Xander having a dream which had quickly turned in to a nightmare. It had been obvious what the dream was about. He wasn't stupid. But what hurt the most, the one thing grabbed his dead heart and squeezed, was Xander's words. After all this time and after everything that had happened, one thing hadn't changed.

Xander still loved Angel. And the teenager still held hope that Angel would return to them. Not once had he heard Xander say he loved *him*. Not once. That hurt the most.

Snarling softly, Spike left the room and began to plan. Plan for a end for all of this.

To be continued...
Belynda