Title: Happiness
Author: ShireFey
Pairing: Angel/Xander
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: T
Beta: None (feel free to offer)
Warnings: Extended Drabble - Don't like? Don't read!
Summary: Xander wonders what it would be like if he were in her place.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Joss Whedon and associated companies. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Authors Note: Constructive criticism is welcome. This is a finished story because I am not good with filler. If this story inspires you to write a story of your own please send me a link, I would love to read it.
 (Comment on me, Flame me, Do anything you want but it wont change me...)


Xander pretends to read as he watches them. He wonders what it would be like if he were in her place. Would Angel touch him the same way or would his lips curl into a sneer like they always do. Would he be able to know those full lips the way that she does. Would Xander be able to taste his skin or know what Angel feels like while inside of him.

Xander is shaken out of his thoughts when her giggle fills the his ears, he does his best not to cringe. He could taste the hate for her building up in the back of his throat and he wonders if Angel can sense or maybe is emotions in some way because Angel is looking at him with a frown. For a split second their eyes meet and Xander fights the urge to tilt his head and bare his neck, the way that Angels eyes narrow tells him almost failed.

The staccato of his heartbeat throbbing in his ears shocks him so badly that he barely hears the clatter of his chair as it hit's the floor. Every eye in the room is on him and he hopes the flush on his cheeks is because of that.

"I have to go." He mutters while heading for the door.

Xander can hear the mutters behind him before he is even out the door. He knows one of them is going to follow him but he doesn't know if he hates or hopes for the fact that it will probably be Angel. When strong fingers grip his upper arm he knows its Angel. A sharp tug has him stumbling into a barely lit alley.

"What was that back there, boy." The almost not there Irish accent makes him shiver in both fear and desire. Xander knows his hope that Angel didn't notice are lost when he sees the flare of nostrils and the quick flash of yellow from Angels eyes. The smirk that stretches across Angels face has the same effect that the accent did. He watches Angel step forward until inches separate them and again Xander has to fight the tilt of his head.

"Do not fight it." Angel whispers in a thicker brogue than before and Xander can't or doesn't want to stop the tilt of his head. Angels face shifts and Xander can feel the throb between his legs when Angel drags his tongue over the cords of his neck. He waits for the pain, the feel of teeth breaking his skin but it never comes. Xander forces his eyes open even though he doesn't remember closing them, Angel was gone.

*A few weeks later*

Xander viciously wipes away his tears, he hates himself for wondering if he could have gave Angel a moment of perfect happiness, but he does.

~Fin~