From Sunrise To Sunset

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Author: LAsh

Fandom/Crossover/Original : Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Title: From Sunrise To Sunset

Characters/Pairing: Angelus/Xander

Rating: Mature for sex and violence

Concrit: In Comments

Disclaimer: Not my characters. Not making any money.

Warnings/Squicks:

•         Non-con

•         Mindgames and humiliation

•         Oral sex

•         Anal sex

•         Body fluids, in this case cum

Summary: Angelus has captured and is tormenting Xander.

Notes: I'm thinking of the time line as Season 3, just after Angel loses his sou but that would make Xander below the age of consent. So, assume Xander is 21, however you want to work that because otherwise my own story would be too squicky for me.

Angelus' boots clicked precisely along the hallway, announcing his coming, until he stopped in the open doorway. They didn't even bother to close the door anymore. He wasn't going to escape. He wasn't even going to try to escape. The victim sat on the only piece of furniture in the pale room: a wooden bench that served both as seat and bed. His hands were so tightly clenched that his knuckles glowed white against tan skin. Angelus' lips curved into the half-smile he saved for when a bit of torture was going along exactly as planned. All that clumsy puppy grace reduced to muscles so tense they'd become as hard as chiseled stone.

 

“Xander,” he commanded. Xander looked up at him, fury blazing forth from his eyes but his mouth sounded honey-sweet as he said, “Master.” Angelus could already see the cracks, his mind becoming as fragile as the stem of a wine glass, as obedience once again won out over hatred.

 

“Stand.” Xander didn't even hesitate, not after Drusilla had worked her will on him. He stood up straight and tall, with his arms behind him, while Angelus eyed his naked form appreciatively. Angelus had stowed the clothes, which Xander had removed obediently if not willingly, away against future need, having already planned far enough ahead to know under what conditions he'd want them again.

 

“Come,” Angelus ordered from the doorway. “My room,” he added, gesturing for Xander to lead. Trailing behind, Angelus admired how Xander's firm buttocks subtly shifted with each step and how the expanse of his shoulders shifted slightly forward as Xander hung his head in shame. Angelus chuckled and Xander twitched at the sound. He knew Xander was trying, as he'd been commanded, not to let his emotions show but Xander's feelings were unwittingly etched on his body. It amused, for now. He could be corrected later.

 

Angelus' room was sparse. Its dark wooden walls were lengthened by curtains, as dark as the walls, that allowed no light through, and a mirror covering the entire back wall. After being dominated for so many years by a human soul, Angelus liked the reminder of his true nature. The only other object of note in the room was his bed: comfortable, black silk sheets, pillows so dark a red as to be almost black themselves.

 

Where Angel had collected beauty in the form of art, Angelus preferred to create his own masterpieces. “Kneel,” he said and the clay lowered himself to the floor where Angelus had situated him, close to the mirror but at a diagonal to it, so he'd be able to see himself easily as Angelus stood before him.

 

“What do you think of me, I wonder,” Angelus said, slipping a finger into Xander's mouth, which he started licking and nipping, just as he'd been trained. “Enough,” Angelus ordered, removing his finger from Xander's mouth, trailing saliva down his chin.

 

Xander didn't move while Angelus circled around him, as if deciding what to do to him. Stepping in front of him, Angelus started removing his clothes. Xander's eyes were properly lowered but Angelus was certain he was watching every move. He didn't understand why Xander found him that much more terrifying when he was naked but was perfectly willing to take advantage of it. Pulling a panel of the mirror out of his way, he tossed his clothes into the hamper before turning his attention back to his victim. 

 

Standing just before Xander, his cock mere inches from Xander's face, Angelus smiled in pleasure as Xander's cheeks reddened. That he could still blush, after everything that had been done to him, was delicious. Erotic as hell. It meant that Xander had that much innocence left in him to be devoured.

 

As Xander knelt before him, muscles tensed like a coiled serpent about to strike, Angelus allowed a slow, half-smile to break across his face. “You hate me. Don't you?”

 

“Yes, Master,” Xander replied. There was nothing else he could say. Angelus hadn't given him permission to speak freely.

 

“You'd kill me if you could. Wouldn't you?” Angelus continued.

 

“Yes, Master.”

 

“But you can't,” Angelus finished. Xander didn't respond in words, not having been asked a direct question, but the shadows shifted across his body as his muscles tensed even tighter and his jaw clenched just a touch more.

 

Angelus shifted forward until his cock was at Xander's lips. Knowing what was expected of him, Xander swallowed Angelus down to the base of his shaft and then backed off, his tongue licking furiously fast. Knowing Xander hated having his cock in his mouth, Angelus grabbed his hair, whispering, “Slow down. Make it last. Just tickle your tongue along the shaft. That's it.”

 

“Xander,” Angelus added conversationally, “I know your eyes are shut so you can focus on how good my cock feels in your mouth but I want you to open them and look at yourself in the mirror.” Xander's mouth clenched more tightly around him, momentarily, as he saw himself in the mirror. “Keep watching yourself. I want you to memorize every expression you make. Notice how your cheeks puff out, just a bit, to make room for me inside you.” Xander's cheeks pulled in, closing around Angelus' cock. “Yesss,” Angel moaned. “You've got quite the talented mouth there. If you were going to survive me, you could have quite the little profession going in that dark alley, a couple over from the Bronze.”

 

“Now,” he added after what seemed like an eternity to Xander, “back off and just lick around me. See how the mirror makes it look like you're licking nothing while I'm right here, in your face, and you can feel me, hot and hard, against your tongue.”

 

After another eternity, Angelus spoke again. “Take me in, all the way.” Xander buried his nose in Angelus' crotch. “Can you see me inside you as you feel my cock in your throat?” Angelus whispered. “Swallow. What does that look like? Again.”    Angelus fucked Xander's mouth, finally letting the pressure build up, until, with a shout, he pulled himself out of Xander, spewing come all across his face.

 

“Don't move,” he commanded. Angelus didn't like to reinforce his orders, preferring to put the onus of obedience on his victims, but this was a new situation for Xander and Angelus wanted to make sure he knew exactly what to do. Angelus wiped two fingers through the come on Xander's cheek, brought it to his lips, and licked it off before saying, “Do not wipe me off.”

 

Turning off the lights, which had been on only for Xander's benefit, since Angelus could see perfectly well in the dark, Angelus went to bed looking forward to playing again, after the sun went down.

 

Angelus couldn't sleep.

 

The scent of humiliation coming from Xander was intoxicating, deeper than anything he'd scented before. Xander was halfway across the room and still Angelus was so hard his pleasure was verging on pain.

 

He got out of the bed, as silently as only a vampire could move, and stood next to his victim, facing him but just off to his left side. Xander had no idea he was there. A few quick strokes was all it took. Xander jumped in surprise but immediately settled back into position as Angelus finished spurting onto his cheek.

 

Xander's humiliation deepened and took on a fresh note of despair. 

 

Angelus kept at Xander throughout the night: sometimes coming on him two or three times in quick succession; sometimes waiting for hours to build up his terror. Only shortly before dawn did Angelus decide to stop, wanting his semen to have dried when he took Xander.

 

Sunset woke him after only a few hours of sleep. Xander, with Angelus' come covering him from head to foot, glowed iridescent in the darkness. 

 

Angelus turned on the light, wanting Xander to know what was happening, gently lifted him off the floor, and laid him on the bed, positioning him precisely, legs spread open. Terror screamed from behind Xander's eyes. Angelus gently spread his butt cheeks apart and then thrust himself in. Xander knew better than to scream aloud. As Angelus rode him, brutally shoving him across the bed with the force of his thrusts, his dried come started breaking apart, and it looked as if Xander's skin was shattering into a thousand pieces.

Comments

[mwrgana.livejournal.com]

Very believable. Xander always had that lust/hate for Angel and I'm sure it didn't go un-noticed.

I'm not a great one for rape fic but this is very well written and gripping. Poor Xander.

Don't worry about the age thing - after all, age of consent is sixteen (if it matters where's there's no consent *g*).

BTW - It's dark wooden walls should, of course, be 'Its dark wooden walls'.

[lucy-ash.livejournal.com]

Thanks for pointing out the typo. I went ahead and fixed it although it took me a while to figure out what it was. '-)

I rather like the non-con, if it's well written, which is why I'm totally devoted to ash_carpenter (http://ash-carpenter.livejournal.com/). I mean to the stories of... Not like I have a shrine at home or anything.

Ah, that reminds me, my friend Deb used to keep her menstrual products on a shelf which they labelled "The Shrine to Feminine Protection." ;-)

[jasonsnene.livejournal.com]

Wow. What an excellent start. Can't wait to read more and see where this is heading.

[lucy-ash.livejournal.com]

Oh thank you!