Title: Knock Wood
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Angel/Xander
Rating: FR18, NC17
Summary: Angel finds Xander when his car breaks down on his roadtrip, and they learn to get along.
Disclaimer: If they would show this stuff on the series I wouldn't have to steal the characters, but they won't, so I do. The characters belong to Joss Whedon et. al, and I make no profit.
Living in Sunnydale had given Xander a warped sense of danger. He worried more about vampires and demons than about muggers and drunk drivers. So it wasn't until after his car had broken down, stranding him on the highway, that he thought about the non-demonic dangers presented by his road trip. He sat hunched over the wheel considering his options and watching cars race by, their taillights glowing long after the cars themselves had disappeared into the darkness. If he tried to walk along the highway to the nearest town, he risked being run over in the dark. Moving away from the road would put him at risk of spraining his ankle on the uneven terrain. Hitchhiking was iffy. If he was unlucky, he'd get picked up by a wacko and attacked. If he was lucky, he'd get picked up by someone nice, but Willow would lecture him for years when she found out. Decisions, decisions.
Xander finally decided to spend the night in the car and try walking after daybreak. He wasn't looking forward to a night with no food and no bed, but it seemed to be his best option. He had just arrived at this decision when the glare of headlights in his rearview mirror distracted him. He turned and saw that a convertible with its top up had pulled in behind him. He climbed out and went to tell the driver thanks but no thanks.
"Hey, man," he said as he approached the driver's side door, "thanks for stopping, but I'm not looking for help. I mean, you never know who might be a sex criminal or a serial killer." He got a good look at the driver for the first time and stopped short at the sight of the familiar broad forehead. "My point exactly!" He threw up his hands at the gods' sense of humor.
Angel stared back at him unperturbed. "You know, Xander, one of these days I'm going to get offended at the things you say to me."
"Would you? As a special favor?" Heaven knew Xander had said enough insulting things to the vampire over the past few years. His preferred reaction had always been a laugh and a return volley, but he got that from few people. He'd take anger, if that's all he could get. Anything to show he'd been noticed.
Angel raised his eyebrows and tipped his head in the direction of Xander's defunct vehicle. "Car trouble?"
"What gave it away? The total lack of forward momentum or the smoke coming from under the hood? I think my road trip is cursed. I am destined to never get more than half a day away from Sunnydale." Xander stopped himself before he could get into a rant. Instead, he went over to the car and kicked it to relieve his feelings. All that accomplished was a set of sore toes. Xander walked back to Angel carefully, trying not to reveal his discomfort.
The vampire was watching him as though he knew exactly how much Xander's foot hurt. "Do you want a ride?"
Xander looked at him carefully. When he thought about it objectively, Angel hadn't treated him badly over the years. The instances of outright abuse had always been staged for an audience, like Spike or Faith. Since they were alone, it was unlikely the larger man would hurt him. "Yeah. Thanks." Xander turned to fetch his bags, trying to remember if he'd ever thanked the vampire before.
"Lucky I came along," Angel commented. Xander jumped. He hadn't expected to be followed so closely. Damned vampire and his quiet walking skills!
"Uh huh, really lucky. Knock wood." The teenager reached out a fist and rapped on Angel's shoulder. He stepped back with a crooked grin.
Angel looked as if he were trying to decide whether or not this was the comment that offended him. Apparently not, because the furrow between his brows smoothed over and he offered Xander a small, amused smile. "I don't really think you want to start a superstition of vampires being lucky, do you?" he asked.
"You're right. I should use my vast influence over my peers for good, rather than evil," Xander's eyes sparkled in the night as he grabbed a bag and tossed it at Angel. Angel caught it handily, as Xander had expected. "Make yourself useful, Deadboy."
"Why would I want to start now?" The smile grew even more, and Xander wondered what was different. He wasn't used to seeing Angel looking so relaxed. Almost carefree. He liked it.
They stashed Xander's belongings in Angel's car, and both men got in. Xander was pleased to find seatbelts. He hadn't known if super-powered creatures of night buckled up. As they pulled out onto the highway, Xander took the time to look at the car. It looked both old and in good condition. He figured he would probably be impressed, if he knew anything about cars. One fact about it stood out to him. "Convertible, huh? Must be fun for those long daylight trips."
"The dealer was all out of hearses," Angel deadpanned. It surprised Xander so much that he laughed, which earned him another smile from the vampire. "I know it's not practical. I just like it." He gave the steering wheel a little pat.
"Can't argue with logic like that," Xander agreed. He settled into a more comfortable position. They drove in silence. Xander spent most of his time staring out the window. When he thought he could get away with it, though, he watched Angel. He told himself he was just trying to figure out what was so different about him, but secretly he was enjoying just looking at the vampire. The serious brown eyes left the road for a moment and caught Xander looking. The boy flushed and went back to watching the darkness.
"So," Angel's voice cut through the silence, "sex criminal?"
"Have you ever heard the term 'jailbait?' I'm sure you didn't worry about it much in your postcoital murder spree, but sex with a minor is illegal in this country." Xander looked down and played with a loose thread on his jeans. He had kept his voice light, but he was actually pretty serious about this. He didn't think Buffy had been ready for the intensity of her relationship with Angel. In Xander's opinion, that had been part of her inability to fight Angelus effectively.
"So, what? She turns eighteen and suddenly becomes a different person?" Angel's brows had drawn together, but he was listening. He wasn't disregarding Xander entirely.
"I didn't say laws always make sense. But think about it. You've had hundreds of years to figure out who you are. Buffy was barely seventeen. In two years she had gone from being a diva to being the Slayer to just being *a* Slayer. She was lying to her mother all the time, and her father wasn't around. She didn't know who she was yet, so she looked to you to show her who she was. She was too young for that kind of relationship with you." Xander wasn't sure why he was trying so hard to explain this. He usually didn't make speeches unless things were at a crisis point.
Angel was quiet for several minutes, considering what Xander had said. "It's one of the reasons I left," he said at last. "She needs time to figure things out without me there confusing matters. You're right." Xander felt a ridiculous surge of pride that the vampire had listened to him and agreed with him. Angel's eyes flicked back to his companion. "What about you? Do you know who you are?"
Xander yanked at the loose thread, pulling it free. He wrapped it around his fingers. "I think so." He remembered the feeling of calm confidence that had filled him after facing Jack O'Toole. He had called on that feeling often during Graduation Day. He remembered the flush of completely non-sexual tenderness he'd felt toward Cordelia at the Prom. He remembered his sense of isolated devastation that had covered him when everyone found out about the fluke with Willow. He knew who he was. Xander Harris was a man who needed affection rather desperately, who could be brave and terrified at the same time, who could befriend his rivals. He wasn't foolish enough to think that he was perfect, but Xander was newly comfortable with himself. He looked up at Angel and smiled brightly. "Yeah, I know who I am."
The conversation died. Xander didn't really feel like explaining his identity to Angel, and Angel wasn't asking him to. The dark haired teen amused himself by making faces at his reflection in the window. It was extremely weird to see the interior of the car reflected with no driver, though. He remembered his earlier realization that he hadn't thanked Angel before. Maybe it was time to do something about that.
"Thanks. For fighting the Mayor with us. And for saving me from Faith that time." He didn't look at Angel as he said it. Instead he picked at the tiny hole he'd created by pulling the thread out of his jeans. He didn't notice Angel moving until a large cool hand covered his own, stilling his fingers.
"You're welcome." And then the hand was gone. Xander cocked his head and stared at Angel.
"Angel? Can I ask you something? Not that I mind, 'cause I so totally don't, but why are you so...non-broody? I've seen you smile more tonight than in the past three years. I mean, not counting Angelus; he was big with the smiling." Angel didn't answer immediately, and Xander was afraid he'd finally offended the vampire. 'Just my luck to piss him off without meaning to, after all these years of trying,' he thought. He opened his mouth to apologize, but was stopped by Angel's voice.
"I suddenly feel free. Remember what you said about Buffy looking to me to see who she was? I think I was doing the same thing. The problem is, she didn't see me as a man; she saw me as a hero. And being a hero to someone like Buffy is...hard. It was a big weight, and now I feel like it's lifted." He looked over at Xander and their eyes met for a moment before he had to look back at the road. "I guess it's relief."
It took Xander a while to absorb that. He had assumed that Angel would be depressed about leaving Buffy behind, and it was something of a shock to find out the opposite. He tried to analyze how he felt about this. He slowly realized he was happy for the vampire. While he'd been vocal in his opposition to Angel's relationship with Buffy, he'd long felt a grudging and hidden respect for the souled vampire. It only seemed fair that Angel get a chance at happiness.
"What about you?"
"Huh?" Xander wondered if he'd missed a section of the conversation.
"You're acting different, too. You've never been this nice to me before." It was true. Xander had been unabashed in his verbal abuse of the vampire.
He took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. Xander didn't usually have soul-baring conversations with anyone but Willow or Buffy. But he'd made Angel explain himself, and turnabout was fair play. "I was jealous. You were this hot, buff guy who came in all cryptic and knowing. You could fight, too. No one ever said you were too weak to help. And you got so much attention." Xander smiled ruefully. "I don't know if you've spent much time listening to teenage girls, but they talk about guys *a lot*. You were the flavor of the month for years, man, and I hated it. It's petty, but hey - I'm a teenager. I'm allowed to be petty."
"I didn't realize that. I thought you might be jealous that I was with Buffy and you weren't." Angle raised his eyebrows quizzically, asking if that had been part of it.
"I would have felt a little threatened by anyone Buffy was with, but she made it clear to me early on that I didn't have a chance. I'm just one of the girls." Xander paused, wondering if he should bring the next issue up. 'What the hell,' he thought. 'If we're going to be New Age and share our feelings, I might as well go for broke.' He spoke up. "It didn't help that you were a vampire."
Angel looked hurt. "But I'm not like other vampires."
"I know. That makes it worse. If we could just resoul a vampire and help him restrain his demon...Jesse didn't have to die!" Xander was staring out the window again, his reflection showing a clenched jaw and tense eyes.
"Who's Jesse?" Angel asked. His voice was soft, as though he didn't want to upset Xander further.
"He was my best friend. Darla got him. He was there at the Bronze when we went to stop the Harvest. Giles said Jesse wouldn't be in there anymore, that it would just be some demon wearing a Jesse suit, but he was wrong. If it was just some demon, he wouldn't have gone after Cordy. I had a stake, but I don't think I could have used it." Xander saw his reflection wince. "Turns out it didn't matter. He got pushed onto my stake." Xander closed his eyes so he didn't have to watch his reflection any more.
"I didn't know that. I remember Buffy said she was going down after a friend, but no one ever mentioned him after that." Angel's voice was troubled, but still soft.
Xander shrugged tiredly. "That's how things are in Sunnydale. We don't talk about the ones we lose."
"I'm sorry." Angel's hand reached out to cover Xander's again. This time, instead of withdrawing it quickly, Angel gently squeezed Xander's hand in comfort. Xander looked down at their hands, resting on his thigh. His fingers were just as long as Angel's but Angel's hands were wider. It made them look big and strong. His skin was cool, but not cold, and Xander was surprised to note how soft and smooth it was. He turned his hand palm up and captured Angel's, stroking along the backs of the vampire's fingers. He felt Angel give a little shudder and let go.
"Sorry," he said. Angel's eyes met his, and the boy thought the vampire's eyes looked darker than usual. 'Must be the lighting.'
"Don't be," Angel replied. He stretched his arm out along the back of the seat, so that it rested behind Xander's head. "Maybe you should try to get some sleep," Angel said. "We'll find a place to stop in an hour or so."
Xander rolled his eyes at the thought of being mothered by Angel, of all people. He considered making a hyper nuisance of himself as punishment, but as his hand crept out to play with the radio tuner, Angel spoke again. "Wait - you think I'm hot?"
Xander schooled his face into an expression of complete innocence as he turned to look at his companion. His dark gaze took in the surprised brown eyes, the slightly opened mouth, and the sharply planed face. 'Definitely hot,' he thought. Xander batted his eyes guilelessly and said, "I would love to discuss that with you, Deadboy, but I need to get some sleep." And before the vampire could respond, the teenager closed his eyes and sprawled bonelessly over the passenger seat.
Xander resisted peeking when he heard the vampire in the driver's seat grumbling about young people nowadays. He fought to keep his face still and his breathing even. He was so successful, in fact, he started dozing off. He hadn't quite fallen asleep when he felt the hand that had been resting behind his head descend to trail through the hair over Xander's right ear. A moment later, when those cool fingers were carding through his hair and caressing his scalp, Xander was hugely grateful not to be asleep. He would never have forgiven himself if he'd missed this. The boy leaned into the stroking like a cat. Who knew having someone's fingers in his hair would feel this good? Under the gentle, soothing petting, Xander relaxed until he couldn't fend off sleep any longer.
There was a change in motion when the car stopped, but what jarred him from sleep was the sense of loss when Angel's hand left his hair. Xander straightened in his seat, blinking the sleep from his eyes. He jumped a bit when he realized Angel was watching him, a small, indulgent smile on his lips.
"Ready to go check in?" was all Angel said.
Xander looked up at the building in front of them. He never stayed in hotels, since he never went anywhere, but this particular hotel looked really expensive. He had just opened his mouth to explain that he couldn't afford to stay here when Angel said, "You're okay with sharing, right?" Xander closed his mouth with a snap and nodded. He reached into his backseat for his bag that held his toothbrush and clambered out. He stretched gratefully while he waited for Angel to get his own suitcase from the trunk. It didn't matter that it was probably a classic; a car was no place to sleep.
They went inside. Angel held the door for him with a casual chivalry that made Xander's stomach flutter. Once inside, Xander let the vampire take care of checking in while the teenager wandered around the lobby. The boy was examining an arrangement of silk flowers when he heard the desk clerk nervously say, "I'm uh sorry to intrude on your privacy, but I, um, I'm going to need to see some ID for your young friend. Unless...unless you are his legal guardian?" The man looked frankly skeptical about that possibility. When Angel looked at him questioningly, the man hastened to explain. "The authorities have been taking an interest in the moral health of our minors recently."
"Ah," the large vampire raised his eyebrows in comprehension. "Xander, you're over eighteen, right?"
Xander stepped up to the desk and elbowed Angel lightly in the ribs. "Honestly, Angel! After we just had that talk about jailbait, do you really think I'd spend the night with you if I was underage?"
Angel's eyes were amused, but he said warningly, "Just show him your driver's license." Grinning unrepentantly, Xander fished out his wallet and showed the clerk his ID. It was the real one, which showed his age as nearly nineteen, rather than the fake one that claimed he was twenty-one. Xander looked down at the desk while the clerk checked his ID and noticed another driver's license there. Curious, he picked. And almost choked on his laughter. Eyes lit with glee, he spun around to face Angel, intent on mockery. Angel recognized the look on Xander's face from long experience and used a new tactic to silence him. He kissed him.
Xander hadn't seen it coming. Even if he had, he was no match for vampire reflexes. By the time he realized what was happening, Xander was caught up against hard chest, being thoroughly kissed by the vampire he'd always professed to hate. He struggled halfheartedly for a second. Then, with a tiny sigh, he gave himself up to Angel.
Angel was taller than he, and Xander enjoyed the novel sensation of stretching up to the kiss. He felt Angel's lips parting and opened his own in response. A cool tongue ghosted between Xander's lips and the boy felt his entire body come alive. He shuddered and kissed back, wanting to make Angel feel as intoxicated by this as he was. He caught Angel's tongue and sucked on it gently, then released it to nibble at the vampire's lower lip. Angel responded to this initiative by pressing Xander back against the desk and simply *owning* his mouth until the human was flushed and breathless.
When Angel drew back, Xander was surprised to find that one of his arms had slipped under the vampire's leather jacket and wrapped tightly around his waist. His other hand rested at the junction of Angel's neck and shoulder, his thumb caressing the soft skin of his throat.
"What do you know?" Angel said. Xander was pleased that under the amusement in his tone, Angel sounded a little dazed. "There are ways to shut you up, after all."
The teenager gave him a dirty look, but didn't move. He wasn't quite ready to leave the vampire's embrace. "It works with most people, actually. What, you thought Cordelia and I got together over our many common interests?" Xander asked sarcastically. Any acid in the boy's tone was counteracted by the gentleness of the hand that was still cupping his neck.
"Not that I want to interrupt," an amused voice said from behind the desk, "but you do have a room to do that in. I finished checking you in while you were...busy." The desk clerk had apparently overcome his nervousness while watching them making out in his lobby. He slid their keys across the desk to them. Xander felt his ears go red. He released his hold on Angel and gave him a mock glare for putting him in this situation. Grabbing a key, Xander stooped down to retrieve his bag. While he was bent over, the teenager spotted something on the floor and realized he'd dropped Angel's driver's license when the vampire had ambushed him. Grinning wickedly, he pocketed it and stood.
"Coming, Melvin?" he asked, not even trying for an innocent tone. Slinging the bag over the shoulder, he darted out of the lobby just ahead of the glowering vampire.
Xander made it to the room first. He turned and smiled victoriously at Angel, even though he knew the vampire could have easily outpaced him. Face flushed with triumph, the boy stood at the door, panting from his exertions. He flipped the hair out of his eyes and met Angel's gaze as he approached. He found himself mesmerized by the expression on the vampire's face. Angel was looking at him as if he - Xander Harris - were fascinating. His eyes trailed over Xander's face and down his body. On their way back up, they paused at the boy's mouth, and Xander had to lick suddenly dry lips. Angel's attention locked onto the hint of tongue that crept out.
Forcing himself to stop staring back, Xander turned and fumbled with the lock. He could feel Angel's firm body pressing closer behind him, which didn't help matters any. Finally the door opened and he stumbled inside.
"Do you want to use the shower first?" Xander asked. It wasn't a very impressive sentence, but it was the best he could do under the circumstances. Angel nodded his agreement. As the vampire made his way to the bathroom, Xander called after him, "And don't spend all night in front of the mirror!"
Once the door was safely closed, Xander sighed and collapsed on the bed. He just lay there, enjoying the softness of the bed and the quiet of the room. For about five minutes. Then he got bored. Sitting up, he looked around for something to do. His eyes lit on Angel's suitcase and Xander grinned. He loved snooping! Stealthily, the boy unzipped the bag and rifled its contents, sneaking occasional glances at the bathroom door. He found a black silk shirt, black pants, black boxers, black socks, a comb, a can of mousse, and some papers and credit cards identifying the bearer as Melvin Angel.
"Having fun?" Xander managed to keep his surprised start entirely internal. He looked up at a boxer clad Angel with studied casualness.
"I was, until I was so rudely interrupted." He dragged his eyes away from Angel's chest and flicked a glance down at the contents of the suitcase. "You know what I think?"
Angel smirked as he walked over to the bed, still toweling his hair dry. "I don't even know *if* you think."
Xander ignored the jibe. "I think you wear all this black because your taste is as bad as mine. I think you're afraid of colors."
Angel didn't deny it, but said in a curious voice, "If you know your taste is bad, why don't you ask for advise when you buy your clothes?"
Xander shook his head at Angel's naivety. "Deadboy, Deadboy, Deadboy. Have you met the girls I hang out with? Willow's style is just as bad as mine most of the time, and Buffy and Cordelia are fashion Nazis. No way am I giving them power over my wardrobe. A man's bad sense of style is a badge of honor. Asking for advice is like giving in to the dark side." And, head held high, he fetched his Mr. Bubble t-shirt and old sweatpants from his bag and went off to shower.
All through the shower, Xander was distracted by the thought of Angel out there in the hotel room, waiting for him on the bed. That's when it struck him. Bed. Not beds. He'd seen the sole bed out there. Hell, he'd lain on it. Its singular state just hadn't sunk in until now. Did Angel have plans for that bed? If so, what was Xander going to do about it? He scrubbed his body and worried, lathered his hair and worried, rinsed the shampoo out and worried. As he turned off the shower, a new thought occurred to him. The point wasn't what Angel wanted. He needed to figure out what *Xander* wanted.
Alone in the muggy bathroom, Xander forced himself to be unwontedly honest with himself. He wanted Angel. It was possible he'd wanted Angel for a very long time. Xander shrugged into his Mr. Bubble t-shirt a determined man. He was not going to wait and worry himself into a tizzy. 'Tizzy' was a stupid word anyway. He shimmied his sweatpants up his damp legs and ran his hands through his wet hair. Taking a deep breath, Xander squared his shoulders and prepared to let Angel know how he felt.
Angel had been standing by the bureau, still wearing only boxers. He had his back to the bathroom door. Though he must have heard Xander come in, he didn't turn around. Xander stepped up behind him and watched the pale, muscular back tense. Could a doof like Xander possibly make a guy like Angel nervous? The teenage reached out a finger and traced the tattoo on Angel's shoulder. The vampire jumped a bit at his touch and turned to face the dark haired boy. Xander stepped closer, definitely invading Angel's personal space. "I've been thinking," he said. He lifted up on his toes and pressed a hard kiss to the vampires cool lips.
Some of the tension left Angel's shoulders and his mouth twitched as if he wanted to smile. "Good thought," he replied.
"That's not all I was thinking," Xander said. He leaned forward and kissed the base of Angel's throat, flicking his tongue out to taste the skin there.
"Oh?" Angel's tone was casual, but his eyes were dark and intense.
"I'm over eighteen." Xander kissed his way up the strong column of his throat.
"Um hm." This was probably meant to sound casual as well, but it came out as almost a moan.
"I know who I am," Xander continued. He caught Angel's earlobe between his teeth and nipped at it gently.
"Yeah?" Angel asked. A tiny, petty part of Xander was absolutely gleeful that he could make a creature who didn't need to breathe sound breathless.
Xander released the earlobe. "And I don't see you as a hero." He moved to kiss Angel on the mouth again, but the vampire stopped him with a hand on his chest.
"How do you see me?" he asked. Xander didn't know how that stern face managed to look so vulnerable, but it made his heart pound.
He wasn't even tempted to be flippant. "You're a vampire. Soul or not, you aren't human. But that hasn't stopped you from trying to be a good man, and I think we all know how hard that is. You can be a big, know-it-all jerk sometimes, but you can also be generous and kind. You're very, very beautiful." Angel's hand had been moving while Xander spoke. Instead of pressing against his chest, holding him away, it now cupped his shoulder, holding him close.
Angel bent his head. "I like what you see."
"Me too," Xander whispered against Angel's mouth. And then he couldn't say anything else, but that was okay. All the blood had left his brain, so he couldn't think of anything to say, anyway.
Kissing Angel was an amazing experience. It made Xander feel like he was flying or drowning, or something else where his feet didn't touch the ground. It was as though his only connection to the earth was through Angel, and every point of contact was zingy. Electric. It made Xander want to increase the connection between them, and Angel didn't seem to object. Soon they were pressed together from shoulder to toe, their arms wound around each other and their mouths melded together. The only thing that could make it better was the absence of clothes.
Struck by the brilliance of this observation, Xander tried to wriggle out of his t-shirt without separating from Angel. It didn't work well. He released Angel's mouth and started to draw back so he could pull the shirt over his head. Angel growled when the younger man pulled away and leaned forward to continue the kiss. Xander gasped out, "Shirt," by way of explanation.
Angel grunted his understanding, but didn't let Xander move away. Instead, he settled both hands on Xander's neckline and ripped the shirt from his body. Xander had always mocked the bodice ripper romances, but damn that was hot! The reminder of Angel's vampiric strength sent a spike of adrenaline through his system. He shoved down his sweatpants and kicked them off. Naked, he molded himself back against Angel's larger frame. Lord! Silk boxers were a wonderful thing. Especially silk boxers that held a sculpted ass, firm thighs, and a large, insistent cock. He rocked his hips against Angel's and cupped the vampire's ass with both hands.
When Xander moved to slip a hand under the waistband, Angel growled again. Suddenly, Xander found himself scooped up in strong arms and borne off to the bed. He blinked and Angel was completely naked and hovering over him, supporting his weight on his knees and elbows. Xander swallowed hard, his cock bouncing in aroused appreciation of the vampire's strength and speed. He stared up into those deep brown eyes and wondered what he should do next. He had a lot of experience making out with Cordy, and there had been that one bout of perfunctory sex with Faith, but neither had prepared him for this.
The question was taken out of Xander's figurative hands when Angel gave him a mischievous little grin and scooted down his body. The young man stared as the vampire lapped delicately at the wet head of his throbbing cock. Angel's tongue pressed harder and licked at the cleft on the underside, where the head met the shaft, and Xander's head fell back to the bed. He closed his eyes and moaned as Angel slowly took more of his erection into his mouth. The feeling of cool suction was indescribable, and Xander fought hard not to thrust. Angel started to move his head, and the suction increased. Xander's head was pressing back into the mattress, and his back was arching up off the bed as he lost control. A gentle thumb massaged the area behind his balls while Angel slid his tongue up and down the length of Xander's cock, and that was it. There was no way he could restrain himself any longer. His hips bucked reflexively and he swallowed a scream as his orgasm rocked through his body. Angel kept suckling at his cock until the afterschocks had passed, then the vampire raised his head and looked at him with hot eyes.
Xander surged up and caught Angel in a hard, messy kiss. He rolled them so the vampire was lying on his back with Xander stretched out alongside him. The boy grasped Angel's long, pale cock firmly in his hand. He marveled at the uncut length, wondering that it could be so hard and so ready without flushing dark at the tip, like a human's would. Deciding to ponder the miracle of the undead erection later, Xander applied himself to the task at hand. He'd never given a blow job before, so he doubted he could match what Angel had just done for him, but he was an expert at jacking off. From the way Angel rolled his head and groaned as Xander pulled at his length, the vampire agreed. Setting a fast, intense rhythm, Xander leaned forward and swirled his tongue over one of Angel's nipples. The vampire groaned louder at that, so Xander took the nipple into his mouth and sucked at it. He pulled his hand harder and faster and bit down. The groan turned into a high pitched keen, and Angel came, shooting come over Xander's fist and onto both of their stomachs. Xander gentled his stroke, but continued his motion until he was sure Angel was done.
They lay like that for a while, exhausted and sticky and both quite satisfied. Eventually Xander got up and snagged his torn t-shirt off the floor. He used it to clean them both up, then he snuggled agaist Angel's side again. This time Angel wrapped an arm around him to hold him there.
"I've been thinking," Angel said.
"Oh?" Xander smiled to hear the vampire mirroring the words he'd used earlier.
"I was thinking that since I can't use a mirror, I should have someone around sometimes who can see me." Angel traced little circles on Xander's shoulder with his forefinger.
"Good thought." Xander draped himself further across Angel's torso and tucked his hand into the crook of the vampire's neck.
"I was also thinking that LA is less than half a day from Sunnydale, so it should be safe for you to visit." Angel paused, and continued uncertainly. "If that sounds like something you might want to do."
"You know, I think it does. I mean, it would be a shame not to visit - we're getting along so well." Xander's knee encountered an unexpected hardness, and he grinned. "Knock wood," he said pulling his hand down to tap Angel's reviving erection, then to caress it.
"I've changed my mind," Angel said. "That is definitely a good superstition to start."
Written for xanfan.
Takes place post-Graduation Day.