Wanting to Scream
Summary: Xander's thoughts on an encounter with Deadboy
'What the hell am I doing?'
That question has been on a constant rotation in my head for the past half
hour. That along with 'What the hell was I thinking?'
Wake me when the day breaks,
Show me how the sun shines.
Tell me 'bout your heartache,
Who could be so unkind?
I never actually thought it would happen. I mean I had dreamt about it,
fantasized about it, but I had accepted that that was all it would ever be.
A dream, a fantasy, a wish.
Do you dream to touch me,
And smile down deep inside?
Or could you just kill me?
Hey, it's hard to make up your mind sometimes.
I was the one who ended up going to him, but he made the first move. One
second I was yelling at him, berating him for his treatment of Buffy. Next
thing I knew he grabbed me. For one second I was terrified, I thought I had
gone too far. Angel had finally had enough of me and he was going to show
his displeasure in a particulary painful way.
My angels, my devils,
Thorn in my pride
My angels, my devils,
Thorn in my pride.
So imagine my extreme shock when, instead of ripping my throat open, he
Are you wanting inspiration?
You spill your secrets on me.
Then you tell me with a whsiper,
Of things that will never be.
It took me a few beats to realize what was happening but when I did I responded
heatedly. Morals, values, shame, all of them left me the moment his lips
touched mine. He opened his mouth slightly and I did the same. His tongue
hesitantly began to expore my mouth and I basically melded against his body,
allowing him to embrace me completely.
Do you hear me breathing?
Does it make you want to scream?
Did you ever like a bad dream?
Yeah, sometimes life is obscene.
One of his hands pressed against the small of my back, holding me close
to his body. I could feel his other hand in my hair, gently massaging my scalp.
Every single nerve in my body was screaming at me. I finally let my arms
wrap around his cold, hard body, my hands playing over the muscles in his
My angels, my devils,
Thorn in my pride.
My angels, my devils,
Thorn in my pride.
I never imagined one kiss could make me so aroused. I tried to pull away
when I felt my cock start to harden but Angel just held me tighter. He ground
his hips against mine and I realized that I wasn't the only one getting a
My angels, my devils,
Thorn in my pride.
My angels, my devils,
Thorn in my pride.
I could feel his hardness against my thigh and I knew that he could feel
me. We began to rock against each other, obtaining desperatly needed friction.
His hand on my back drifted down to grab my ass. I moaned into his mouth.
Lover, cover me with your sleep.
Let your love light shine, let it shine.
Lover, cover me with a good dream.
Let your love light shine.
Then, just as abruptly as it had begun, it was over. He pulled away from
me, distancing himself. He said he needed to go out for something. His tone
was calm but his eyes pratically smoldered. He told me I could leave if I
wanted to but that he would like it if I stayed.
My angels, my devils,
Thorn in my pride.
My angels, my devils,
Thorn in my pride.
What the hell am I doing?
What the hell was I thinking?
When the hell is he getting back?
Summary: Angel's thoughts on his encouter with Xander
You would think that with almost two hundred and fifty years of life, so
to speak, under my belt I would have known better. He came to me though, at
least there's that. Of course he came to talk about Buffy.
He was actually upset because I broke up with her. I swear, I don't think
I will ever fully understand that boy. You'd think he'd be overjoyed that
she was now free of me but instead he's upset. He said that Buffy loved me
and if I still loved her I should be with her, no matter what.
That statment kind of shocked me. These past few weeks have been really hard
on Xander but I won't say it's been all bad for him. He's grown up a lot,
and I was seeing the evidence of that first hand. Yeah, he was calling me
every name in the book, the kid must watch a lot of cable, but the old Xander
would never have come to me in the first place.
I just let him rant for a while. Finally I couldn't take it any longer, my
control snapped and I grabbed his arms. God, the look he gave me cut to my
soul. I had scared him. I knew he still didn't fully trust me. I don't blame
him. If I had almost been killed by Angelus I probably wouldn't trust me
Before he could make a sound I bent my head and kissed him. His lips were
soft. I lost myself in them.
It did register in my addeled brain that Xander was enjoying the kiss. I
could feel his lips working steadily against mine. I absolutly refused to
think about any ramifications as I introduced my tongue into him. I could
feel a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. He tasted like chocolate.
I held him to me. His body was so warm and hard. I don't know how long we
stayed like that, our bodies taking control. I had wanted him for so long
and suddenly there he was. Dreams are nice but reality is infinitely better.
He tried to pull away from me then. I panicked, afraid that Xander had regained
his senses. I just held him tighter. Any promise I had made myself about
respecting his wishes flew out the proverbial window. I know the second he
became uncomfortable with anything I should have let him go but I couldn't.
I realized what was wrong when I felt something hard against my hip. He
wasn't upset, just embarrassed. I rubbed against him to let him know that
he wasn't the only one being affected by our little trip into madness.
Our bodies almost unconsciously fell into a rythem against each other. I
really don't remember moving my hand but suddenly there it was, on his ass.
I squeezed, I couldn't help myself.
A sound of pleasure worked it's way out of Xander's throat and snapped me
back to reality. I basically jumped away from him, my now working brain screaming
at me incredulously. He just stood there staring at me. A flush had settled
over his cheeks adn his slightly parted lips were colored a dark pink, but
it was his eyes that sent shivers racing up and down my spine.
I had always considered myself a kind of connoisseur of Xander's eyes. They're
an incredibly deep, rich brown, framed by the longest lashes I've ever seen.
Whoever described eyes as the windows of the soul must have had someone like
Xander in mind. He can make his face completely blank but whatever he's feeling
will be wide open in those eyes.
As I stood there, trying to garner enough self-control to not fling him
over my shoulder and carry him to my bed, I realized that I had never seen
his eyes that dark before. It's like they were burning into me. I could see
equal parts lust and anger, both vying for control.
I said that I needed to go out for a little while. I gave him an out, told
him he could leave. I also told him that I would appreciate it if he stayed.
Hey, if there is one being on this planet who can work guilt, it's me.
I really did have a viable excuse for leaving, I needed blood. Of course
who should I see at the slaughterhouse but Buffy. We didn't say much to each
other, there really wasn't much to say. She was still hurting and I am truly
sorry for that. As laughable as it might sound I never wanted to cause her
Even standing there not ten feet from the supposed love of my life all I
could think about was the beautiful mortal boy who was hopefully still waiting
for me at the mansion.
Buffy and I exchanged a few more terse words before we parted. I was glad
I had decided to leave. I really didn't think I could live with the constant
threat of confrontations like that, and yes I realize the irony of that statement.
Thoughts of leaving dissolved into thoughts of Xander. I had felt something
from that kiss and I don't just mean the obvious physical things. That boy,
the bane of my undead life made something stir in my soul that I had thought
was long dead.
I tried to push those thoughts out of my head. I told myself over and over
again that I was mistaken. There was no way in hell, and I know 'cause I've
been there, that I could possibly be in love with Xander Harris.
Summary: Angel and Xander work through their problems
Angel hesitantly entered the mansion, not quite sure what he was hoping to
find. His undead heart gave a little leap when he saw Xander sitting on the
couch, lost in the flicker of the fire.
At the sound of the vampireís voice the boy started slightly. "Hey Deadboy.
Didnít hear you come in. Big surprise there."
Angel didnít even wince at the dreaded nickname. "Youíre still here."
"Yeah. You in a stating the obvious mood tonight?"
"I just wasnít sure if . . ."
"If Iíd reclaimed my sanity yet?"
"Like you said, Iím still here."
"Uh, I need to put this away." Angel motioned to the plastic bag in his
hand. "Then I really think we need to talk."
"Talk, yeah. So whatíd you get?"
Angel walked into the kitchen silently cursing himself the whole way. *Talk!
Talk! Oh, excellent Angel, just accumulating the seduction points tonight
arenít we. Why canít I just go with it? Grab him like I did before?* "Dammit."
He said softly.
The vampire spun around and saw Xander nervously standing in the doorway.
"Maybe I should go." He said.
"No!" Angel walked to the young mortal. "Xander, Iím sorry. Iím just a little.
"Nervous, scared, embarrassed, excited, what?"
Angel smiled. "All of the above."
Xander flashed his grin. "Well, at least Iím not alone in the emotional
turmoil aspect of this."
"No youíre not."
"Angel, whatís going on?"
"I donít know." He put his hand against Xanderís cheek, satisfying his need
to feel the boyís skin. "I donít know if I want to know."
Xander pulled away. "Well I do." He walked back into the main room distancing
himself from the vampire.
Angel followed, unsure of how to proceed.
"This isnít easy for me Angel."
"I know. . ."
Xander held up his hand. "Please let me finish. If I donítí say this now
I donít know if I ever will."
Angel nodded and waited for him to continue.
"Itís not about you being a guy, I realized some time ago that Iím bisexual.
Itís not about you being a vampire, you're actually pretty tame compared to
some of the people Iíve been attracted to over the years . I donít have a
problem with what you are. I do, however, have a problem with who you are."
Angel felt his heart sink a little. He could tell what was coming up next
and he didnít like it.
"Buffyís my friend, youíre her boyfriend. This canít happen."
"Iím not her boyfriend." Angel enunciated every word.
Xander rolled his eyes.
"I havenít loved her for quite some time."
Angelís voice was quiet. "Since my first century in Hell."
Xander froze. He had heard bits and pieces of what had happened to the vampire
but never from Angel himself.
"I tried to keep loving her, I really did, but after a while I just couldnít
Xander focused on the tops of his shoes. Unable to look at the vampire.
"Itís not even because she sent me to Hell. I donít hold her responsible
for that. I just stopped remembering her. The torture was. . .endless. There
were only so many things I could hold onto. . . and she wasnít one of them.
. .You were."
Xanderís head shot up. "What?"
Angel let a small smile grace his features. "Every smartass comment, every
hateful insult, every single moment I ever spent with you. Thatís what I
held onto. Thatís what got me through my time there. Your eyes and your grin
and your seizure-like dance moves." The smile had widened and lit up his
face. "You got me through Hell Xan."
Xander turned away, unable to face the older man any longer. He was shaking
and could feel the wetness building in his eyes.
"Whatís wrong?" Angelís voice was filled with concern which only made Xanderís
"Xan?" He felt the vampireís strong hand on his shoulder.
"Donít call me that!" Xander violently pulled away from Angelís touch. His
hands were balled into tight fists, tears now streaming freely down his cheeks.
"Iím not your friend, Iím not your pal, and Iím sure as hell not your true
Angel stood stunned at this sudden outburst. Confusion ruled his thoughts
as he tried to think of someway to calm the boy down.
"You say I got you through Hell." A mirthless laugh tore itself form Xanderís
throat. "The truth is I sent you there."
If there was one thing he didnít expect the boy to say that was it. "What
do you mean?" Xander was clam now. It was time for the truth. "I knew Willow
was going to try the soul restoration spell again. I was supposed to tell
Buffy. I didnít."
They stood in silence for several minutes while Angel let the words sink
in and Xander wished fervently that the vampire would just kill him and get
it over with.
"Did you really hate me that much?" Angel finally asked, his tone soft and
"Emotions didnít come into play." Xanderís gaze fixed on the fire again.
"I still remember some of my training from when I was a soldier that one Halloween.
Emotions cloud the judgement. You should never take them into a fight. I
didnít do it out of hate or jealousy. I did it because I was afraid Buffy
wouldnít be able to do her job. When it comes to you, or any homicidal psycho
wearing your face, sheís got a blind spot the size of the grand canyon.
Angelus was going to destroy the world. Do you know that there are five
billion people in the world now. Five billion.
Buffy didnít do anything when he killed Ms Calander, or Teresa. She didnít
do a thing when he terrorized Willow or Giles. As long as she still thought
there was part of you in that bastard she was never going to do what needed
to be done. I did it because I didnít trust her."
The truth was now out but Xander didnít feel any lighter or freer. The weight
on his heart was just as heavy.
As Angel felt his shock wear off two things stood out in his mind. The soldier
was still a large part of Xander although it seemed to only come out in times
of extreme stress, like now. The boyís posture was ramrod straight, his face
and voice expressionless. It was like he was being debriefed.
The other thing that Angel had taken note of was the way Xander had differentiated
between him and his demon. Not even Buffy had done that.
He quickly made a decision and walked over to the mortal. Xander tensed even
more when Angelís hands touched his shoulders. Xander, resigned to his fate,
tilted his head and exposed his throat for the vampire.
Angel ignored the boyís invitation for death and began to knead the tight
muscles under his hands.
Xander looked at him. Surprise showing plainly on his face. "What. . ."
Angel pressed a finger to the young manís lips. His other hand tangled in
Xanderís soft, dark brown hair. "Iím not going to hurt you. You did the right
Xanderís eyes widened but he didnít try to speak.
"I agree with everything you just said. The fate of the world isnít something
to fuck around with. Iím not mad at you. You didnít send me to Hell Xander,
Angelus did. I donít blame you and I want you to stop blaming yourself."
Angelís finger began to gently trace the lines of the boyís mouth. "I meant
everything I said before. Somewhere along the line I fell in love with you
Xander. I tried to ignore it, tried to revive what I had with Buffy but I
couldnít. I couldnít let you go."
"I donít know whatís happening, but I know what I want to happen. I want
to make love to you Xander and if you donít want that I underst. . ."
Angel ended the sentence with a gasp as Xander caught the vampireís finger
with his mouth. A mischievous glint settled in the boyís eyes as he sucked
on the digit.
Angel was transfixed by the sight before him. The borrowed blood in the
vampireís body rushed into his cock as Xander gently suckled, swirling his
tongue around the tip.
Somehow Angel managed to form words. "I guess we do want the same thing."
A bit of the demon worked itís way to the surface. "You know I can think of
a better use for that mouth."
Xander released the finger and gave a crooked grin. He glanced around the
room. "Should we move this elsewhere?"
Angel grabbed the mortalís hand and quickly led him through the massive
house. They ended up in the master bedroom.
Angel paused at the site of the bed. "Are you sure?"
Xander decided to show him his answer. He met Angel in a kiss, trying to
pour all his feelings into that oh so intimate action. Angelís arms wrapped
around him holding him close. The kiss was a slow, sweet seduction, lazy but
filled with incredible passion. When it ended both menís lips were swollen,
both sets of eyes were dark with desire. Both were also filled with a need
to feel skin against skin.
Xander pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall unceremoniously to
the floor then reached to do the same for Angel.
The vampire stopped him. "Youíre not done yet."
Xander smiled, understanding what the other man wanted. He slowly let his
hands travel over his body, pausing briefly to tease his nipples. His eyes
remained locked on Angelís. He kicked his shoes off and dropped his hands
to his pants. First the button, then the zipper, then he was pushing down
and stepping out of them. He pulled off his socks and stood before Angel,
clad in only a pair of plaid boxers.
"Take them off." Angelís voice was low and strained but still commanding.
Xander complied, gingerly pulling the fabric down to release his raging erection.
Now completely nude he anxiously waited for the next move.
Angel simple stared for a few moments them he began to walk towards him.
He circled the boy, his eyes never leaving Xanderís naked flesh. He took
his time studying, memorizing, searing the image before him into his brain.
Finally he spoke. "Michelangelo would have wept."
"Michelangelo Buonarroti, a sculptor, lived during the High Renaissance
"I know who Michelangelo was Deadboy." Annoyance tinged Xanderís voice.
"Oh, I wasnít sure. American educational system and all that." Angel said
absently. He moved to face the boy. "You have a beautiful body Xander." Angel
vaguely remembered Buffy telling him something about the boy joining the
swim team at school. The decision obviously had worked in his favor. Xanderís
body was lean and well defined, the body of a swimmer.
Xander blushed under the admiration. "I want to see yours now."
Angel smiled and unbuttoned his shirt. He shrugged it off and let the piece
of silk drift to the floor. He removed his belt and stared at it a moment
before giving Xander a wicked grin.
"Oh, I just had an idea for something we could do later."
Xander felt equal parts fear and lust surge through him as he contemplated
the piece of leather.
Sensing the other manís discomfort Angel grew serious again. He gently began
to stroke Xanderís cheek. "Iím sorry, forget I said anything, okay."
Xander looked into the vampireís eyes and noted the worry he saw there. "Donít
fret Deadboy. You just surprised me thatís all." He reached down and fondled
the offending accessory. "I wouldnít be opposed to experimenting with somethings."
He snorted. "íCause you know getting ready to have sex with a souled, male
vampire is getting soooo boring."
Xander chuckled at his joke while Angelís frown only deepened. "I donít want
you to do anything you donít feel comfortable doing. I donít want to force
Xander smiled and ran his hand over the other manís cheek. "You havenít.
I want this just as much as you do. Thatís why Iím here." The smile widened
into a grin. "Look, you may be all dark and mysterious and gorgeous and everything
but no amount of sexual prowess in the world could get me into this situation
if I didnít already want to be here." He paused. "Am I making sense?"
It was Angelís turn to smile. "Yeah, you are."
"Good, sometimes itís hard to be coherent when your naked. Of course you
wouldnít know anything about that." Xanderís grin turned feral. "Strip Deadboy."
Angel happily obeyed. Xander watched as more pale, muscular flesh came into
view. He unconsciously licked his lips when he saw Angelís cock for the fist
time. Then all clothing was gone and their bodies were back together, all
skin sliding against skin and hands in new places. They basically fell onto
the king size bed, their mouths locked together, cocks rubbing against each
Xander pulled away from the kiss laughing at the chagrined look on Angelís
face. He nuzzled the vampireís throat. "I want to do something else with my
mouth." He murmured.
It took all of Angelís control not to flip him over and take him right then.
But Xander wanted to explore and who was he to say no? He watched as the
dark head worked itís way down his body, leaving wet kisses over his chest
and stomach. Xander paused when he reached his erection. He contemplated it
for a moment then gently brushed his fingers down the shaft. Angel didnít
know how a touch so soft could pack so much electricity. He arched his back,
a whimper escaping from his lips.
Xander smiled at the reaction. He turned his attention back to Angelís cock,
grasping it firmly at the base. His other hand gently fondled his balls.
Angel watched as that dark head lowered, a pink tongue snaking out to taste
the precum that glistened on his cockhead. Angel wanted to close his eyes
and just let the sensations drown him but the urge to watch Xander pleasure
him was stronger.
Xanderís mouth was on him now. Hot and wet and velvety tongue pushing him
closer and closer to the edge. He sucked gently and slowly wanting to draw
it out as long as he could. Angel could feel the heat building in his belly.
All it took was a gentle squeeze of his balls and he was coming with a roar,
long spurts filling Xanderís mouth.
Xander swallowed as much as he could then looked up at his new lover. Icy
fear grabbed him when he saw Angelís face. His eyes were closed but Xander
knew that when they opened they would be a cold yellow, a perfect complement
to the ridged features of the demon.
"Oh God Xan. . . that was. . ." Angel smiled down at the boy between his
legs. The smile disappeared when he recognized the look of fear on the Xanderís
"What is it?"
Realization dawned as his fingers flew to his face. He concentrated for
a moment and the demonic features melted away. He moved down and gathered
the mortal in his arms. "Iím so sorry Xan. I forgot to tell you."
"Tell me?" Xanderís voice was muffled by Angelís shoulder.
"When vampires have an orgasm their face changes. It doesnít mean anything.
Iím still Angel." He began to rub Xanderís back.
The mortal started to relax. "That feels good."
"As good as this?" Angel placed little kisses on Xanderís jaw working his
way to his ear. He sucked the lobe into his mouth and gently nibbled the
sensitive skin. Xander moaned as his erection returned full force. Angel ran
his tongue over the earshell and whispered. "I want you inside me."
The statement surprised Xander. He had just assumed he would be the bottom.
"Are you sure?"
The vampire chuckled. "Oh yes." He looked deep into chocolately brown eyes.
"Fuck me Xander."
Xander was immensely surprised he didnít just come then and there. "I need.
"Second drawer to the left."
Xander searched through the nightstand while Angel laid back against the
pillows. Xander found the small tube and turned his attention back to his
lover. Angel stretched languidly
Xanderís mouth descended on his. Angelís hands ran over the younger manís
back then moved to his chest to lightly pinch his nipples. Xanderís erection
was starting to throb now, he needed a release soon. He fumbled with the
tube for a minute, trying to open it without breaking the kiss. He finally
succeeded and he felt slick liquid gush over his hand.
Angel gasped as he felt the first finger enter him. It had been so long.
He began to moan as Xander slowly stretched him.
"Angel, are you alright?"
Angel frantically nodded, he really didnít think he could form words anymore.
Xander worked in a second finger and started thrusting. Angel was rocking
back and forth on his hand, panting with unneeded breath. Xander removed his
fingers. Angel whimpered at the loss but stopped when he saw Xander cover
his cock with lube. Angel shifted, bringing his knees up to his chest to open
himself to his partner. Xander positioned himself at Angelís entrance and
pushed in slightly. He paused, searching Angelís face for any sign of displeasure
or pain. Finding nothing but a mixture of love and lust he pressed in further,
hot tightness surrounding him. Xander tried to think of something boring
or disgusting, anything except the beautiful, willing body beneath his. He
wanted to last.
Angel drew in a sharp breath as Xander brushed a particularly sensitive spot.
Xander noticed this and repeated the action, this time earning a low moan.
He was sheathed completely now, his groin pressed tight against Angelís ass.
He drew out a little then pushed in again. He started a steady rhythm and
let one had wrap around Angelís once again hard erection, pumping it in time
to his thrusts.
Xander felt the tension in his balls and began to thrust harder and faster.
Angel showed his pleasure with a low purr from deep in his throat. As the
speed and friction increased the purr turned into a growl and then erupted
into another roar as his cock spasamed in Xanderís hand. Xander concentrated
on his own orgasm now. He let go and allowed the wave of pure pleasure to
wash over him. With a strangled cry he came, filling Angelís bowels with his
Xander pulled out and collapsed next to Angel. No words were spoken, none
needed to be. They nestled close to each other. Both drifted off to sleep
feeling complete for the first time.
Summary: what happens next
Angel stared down at the text in his hands without really seeing it. It
had been almost a week since he and Xander had first become lovers. Now
the centuries old vampire was lucky if he could go five minutes without thinking
about the mortal boy.
Normally that wouldnít be a problem, heíd just sleep or brood until he could
be with his love again but this was different. The Ascension was almost
upon them and Angel was worried.
Every waking hour not spent with Xander had been delegated to vainly searching
for any kind of information regarding the ceremony. All he knew was that
it was going to be during Graduation, in the middle of the day, and that
Xander was going to be on the front lines. The though that he wouldnít be
able to do anything except watch from the shadows ate away at the vampire.
He knew he would die before he let anything happen to Xander.
*Oh great. I think I lasted almost a minute that time.*
Angel smiled ruefully and gave in, letting his mind wander over the past
week. It had truly been amazing and not just the sex. He had discovered
a whole different side to Xander. Behind the sarcasm and posturing there
was an intelligent, vulnerable young man. Someone who deserved to be loved
and nurtured. Angel had carefully pulled back the boyís protective layers,
soothing old wounds with soft kisses and gentle words.
Every night after the requisite research session at the library, Xander had
returned to the mansion, to Angelís bed. The vampire hated treating the
relationship so clandestinely but he understood. Xander didnít want to hurt
Buffy. He still considered her to be a friend, no matter how shabbily she
had treated him lately.
Angel had continued to be the bottom. He didnít want to rush the boy but
with each night Xander was becoming more open and comfortable. Angel could
tell they would take that final physical step soon.
Angel still had that image in his mind and a knowing smile on his lips when
he heard footsteps behind him. He turned and was greeted with the sight of
a very agitated Xander.
ďIs it true?Ē
ďXan.Ē The vampire smiled in spite of himself. ďI didnít think you were
coming over Ďtil later.Ē
ďIs it true?Ē The boy repeated.
ďIs what true?Ē
ďAre you leaving?Ē
Angelís heart dropped.
Xander snorted when he saw the look on his loverís face. ďYou are.Ē
ďOh God, I donít believe this.Ē
ďXander please. . .Ē
ďNo, wait, considering all my previous relationships I should have seen
ďLet me explain.Ē
Xander turned on the vampire, pure rage darkened his eyes. ďExplain what
exactly? There is nothing to explain. Iíve already figured it out.Ē He
took a step towards the older man. ďBuffy wouldnít put out so you decided
to find another warm body to fuck before you left.Ē
Angel looked at him with shock. ďYou donít really believe that.Ē
ďI donít know what to believe. Youíve been so soft and sweet these past
few nights, I thought I meant something to you.Ē
ďYou do!Ē Angel grabbed the boyís arms, a sense of deja vu flitted through
his mind as he stared into chocolate brown eyes.
ďThen donít leave.Ē The voice was small and pleading.
ďItís not that simple.Ē Angel paused, trying to think of the easiest way
to explain it to the boy. ďI was brought back to Earth for a reason Xander.
Some. . .thing thinks that I could make a difference in the world, do some
ďAnd you canít do that here?Ē
ďAs trite as it may sound, my work here in Sunnydale is almost done. I
can feel it in my soul, somethingís telling me itís time to move on.
A look of resignation had settled over the younger manís face. ďSo you
hove to go.Ē
ďYes, but I was kind of hoping I wouldnít have to go alone.Ē
ďCome with me Xander.Ē
ďI repeat with more feeling What!?Ē
ďIím staying in Sunnydale through Graduation. I thought that if we both
managed to survive and you werenít doing anything for the rest of your life.
. . you could come with me.Ē
Xander thought for a moment. ďThe rest of my life huh?Ē
ďOr for however long you want to stay.Ē
Xander grinned. ďCome on Deadboy, you really think you could handle me?Ē
Angel returned the grin. ďSince I already spend most of my time thinking
about handling you, it shouldnít be too difficult.Ē
ďCute Deadboy. Very funny.Ē
ďI thought so. So, was that a yes?Ē
Xander stared into the velvety brown of the vampireís eyes. They stood like
that for the longest time, just looking at each other. Finally the mortal
pulled the other man into a deep, sensuous kiss.
ďNo.Ē Xander said softly. ďBut that was.Ē