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still_grrrTitle: The Kind to Be Cruel
Author: Gabrielle
Rating: R/FRM
Word Count: 389
Prompt: #37 - Free for All (Angelus)
Characters/Pairing: Angelus/Xander
A/N: This was previously posted in my LJ.
The Kind to Be Cruel
It must be his lucky night. Here he was thinking it was going to be just another evening of draining the foolish as he waits for the Slayer to make a false move and what should happen? Xander Harris wanders across his path, like a gift from Santa Claus falling out of a Christmas stocking. Is it great to be a vampire or what?
Of course, he could just kill the boy and leave his body somewhere special for the Slayer to find, but what would be the fun in that? The boy was an annoyance who belittled and insulted him every day he was saddled with that worthless soul and after all, he can’t just let that slide; it’s time for some payback. He knows just how to get it.
In a flash, he’s snuck up on the boy, grabbed him and dragged him into the darkness of a convenient alley. What was Buffy thinking, letting this lamb wander alone in a world full of predators? He has his hand over Xander’s mouth as he pins the boy to a wall
“If I take my hand away, do you promise not to scream?”
Xander waits a moment before nodding in the affirmative and Angelus chuckles. Stupid, lying boy. He actually had to think it over before deciding on deceit. What a moron.
“I don’t know if I should trust you, but let’s try a little test.”
In a flash his hand is gone, replaced by his lips and tongue: sure, dominating, claiming, exploring. He was right, he’d smelled want on the boy even when he was a pathetic shadow of a demon. Xander’s mouth tastes of confusion and hormones, Twinkies and desire, lust and shame...so much shame. Angelus moves his hand down to cup the boy’s erection and smiles against his lips as Xander moans into his mouth, granting permission - permission for anything.
It’s time.
Just as suddenly as he kissed him, he stops. He ruthlessly suppresses a grin as he watches the boy, panting and upset and still so wanting as his own expression conveys boredom and disinterest. The pain his rejection will inflict on Xander is more satisfying to him than fucking the boy could ever be. There are things so much crueler than death.
“I’ve had better,” he says as he walks away.
The End.
Author: Gabrielle
Rating: R/FRM
Word Count: 389
Prompt: #37 - Free for All (Angelus)
Characters/Pairing: Angelus/Xander
A/N: This was previously posted in my LJ.
The Kind to Be Cruel
It must be his lucky night. Here he was thinking it was going to be just another evening of draining the foolish as he waits for the Slayer to make a false move and what should happen? Xander Harris wanders across his path, like a gift from Santa Claus falling out of a Christmas stocking. Is it great to be a vampire or what?
Of course, he could just kill the boy and leave his body somewhere special for the Slayer to find, but what would be the fun in that? The boy was an annoyance who belittled and insulted him every day he was saddled with that worthless soul and after all, he can’t just let that slide; it’s time for some payback. He knows just how to get it.
In a flash, he’s snuck up on the boy, grabbed him and dragged him into the darkness of a convenient alley. What was Buffy thinking, letting this lamb wander alone in a world full of predators? He has his hand over Xander’s mouth as he pins the boy to a wall
“If I take my hand away, do you promise not to scream?”
Xander waits a moment before nodding in the affirmative and Angelus chuckles. Stupid, lying boy. He actually had to think it over before deciding on deceit. What a moron.
“I don’t know if I should trust you, but let’s try a little test.”
In a flash his hand is gone, replaced by his lips and tongue: sure, dominating, claiming, exploring. He was right, he’d smelled want on the boy even when he was a pathetic shadow of a demon. Xander’s mouth tastes of confusion and hormones, Twinkies and desire, lust and shame...so much shame. Angelus moves his hand down to cup the boy’s erection and smiles against his lips as Xander moans into his mouth, granting permission - permission for anything.
It’s time.
Just as suddenly as he kissed him, he stops. He ruthlessly suppresses a grin as he watches the boy, panting and upset and still so wanting as his own expression conveys boredom and disinterest. The pain his rejection will inflict on Xander is more satisfying to him than fucking the boy could ever be. There are things so much crueler than death.
“I’ve had better,” he says as he walks away.
The End.
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