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It had been a few weeks since Halloween and Xander had been trying to find new and interesting ways to make Angelus jealous. He was sure that one day it would backfire but until then it was fun to get his sire all riled up. It was a nice night and he was in the Bronze, eyeing a guitarist with more then hunger in his eyes. Angelus was up on the second floor, eyes narrowed at his childe, knowing what he was doing, and it was working, he was getting jealous. The young vampire watched him intently, his name was Daniel but everyone called him Oz. Once Oz had put his guitar up and was off the stage Xander approached him.

"Hey."

Oz looked over at him, "Hey."

"I just wanted to tell you that your performance was great. When are you playing next?"

"Wednesday." He replied.

He smiled, "Cool, I'll have to show up then." He was about to speak again when he felt a hand on his shoulder and a hiss in his ear, "I'll talk to you later." He said before being pulled away by a very jealous Angelus.

Angelus was growling lowly as he pulled him out of the club, he knew that Xander hadn't been trying to make a meal of him, "You are so in for it now." He growled, "You know better, especially after the conversation we had on Halloween."

He looked at him innocently, "What do you mean? I don't remember any conversation."

"You're a horrible liar boy. You know exactly what I'm talking about and you remember the conversation we had. Don't try to make me jealous, it may work but it's your hide that's going to be tanned, not anyone else's. Now if someone were to hit on you that would be a different story."

'Ok.' He thought, 'I guess it backfired faster then I thought.'

Angelus led him into what Xander had dubbed the 'playroom'. It was where people were tortured and he was toyed with or punished. A whimper escaped his lips, he knew they were coming here so he could be punished and he wasn't looking forward to it. Without a word, Angelus pulled him over to the far wall where a set of chains were tethered.

Xander squirmed, "Sire, please."

Angelus raised an eyebrow, "Please what boy?" He questioned, wrapping the metal cuffs around his wrists, positioning him so he was facing the wall.

"Please don't do this." He pleaded, looking over his shoulder.

"You were a bad boy and need to be punished." He stated firmly, stripping him, "You know better then to tease me like that." With that he began to whip him.

After what felt like forever Angelus' voice broke the sound of the whip slicing through the air, "Who do you belong to boy?" The question rang through Xander's pain filled mind and he knew his sire must have been royally pissed to not refer to him as childe.

His flirting with Oz had gotten him in big trouble, "You sire." He whispered, his voice raw from screaming.

Angelus growled softly, "Love hearing your voice like that, raw." He ran his hands down his sides and nibbled his ear, "Let's see if I can make that pretty voice of yours beg for release." His hands wandered over his naked body, one of them wrapping around his length. His hips bucked forward and a hoarse cry escaped his lips, "So hard from something as simple as a whipping." He purred, pressing up against his bloody back, "You know you're mine, don't you boy?" At Xander's nod he nibbled at his throat, "All mine, not sharing you with anyone, my childe." His anger had begun to fade to lust and desire. Xander relaxed a bit at hearing the word childe. Blunt nails ran down and over his chest and a growl sounded in his ear, the proof of Angelus' desire pressing against Xander's backside, "Going to fuck you until you scream and beg." As he spoke he freed himself, rubbing up against him.

In one smooth thrust he was buried completely inside, a sharp keen escaping Xander's lips as he was split open. Angelus moaned lowly, running his tongue up the smooth expanse of throat before him. Without preamble he began to move, thrusting deep before pulling out almost completely and shoving back in fully. Xander's lips were parted in pleasure, sweet cries escaping them in a torrent of sound. His length twitched violently in his sire's grasp. Teeth and tongue explored his throat, the ridges of his face brushing against his skin, making him squirm in his bindings. The continual meeting of hips echoed through the room, the slapping of skin against skin. If he got this kind of sex from flirting with someone then this was well worth the punishment. The elder vampire's hands dug into his hips, leaving his length to twitch and bob in the air, weeping steadily. A low cry escaped his lips at the loss of that hand and Angelus chuckled, gripping his hips in an unforgiving grasp, moving hard against his spot.

"You cannot come until I say." He growled, tugging his earlobe with sharp fangs.

He moaned, "What happens if I do?"

"Then you'll be punished."

Jerking at his bonds he tried to get some relief, his length twitched angrily. Holding off his release took all his concentration and self restraint. A continual purr sounded in his ear as his sire moved into him harshly, throbbing deep inside him, filling him up. A low keen escaped his lips when one of Angelus' hands wrapped itself around his length and squeezed the angry flesh. Xander tightened around him, panting, trying to stop himself from coming and barely succeeding.

"Sire please!" He cried as Angelus massaged his length, purring deeply, "Please oh gods stop I can't take anymore." He squirmed, tugging at his bonds, "Sire please, I'm going to die!"

Angelus laughed, "Oh, I don't think you'll die childe." He whispered darkly.

He keened, "Please!" A scream escaped his lips and Angelus dragged his fangs over his throat, splitting the skin.

"Scream for me childe." He growled, lapping up the blood, "Let me hear how much you love this."

He screamed again, "Please! I need!"

With a final thrust in he came, filling him with his cool seed, "Come childe."

With that order Xander arched back, coming hard over the wall he was up against. Immediately he went limp in his bonds, panting for unneeded breath, "Thank you sire." He whispered.

Angelus smiled, stroking his hair for a moment before pulling out, "You don't need to breathe childe, you keep forgetting that." Gently he removed his bonds and picked him up, petting his hair as he took him to the bathroom. A bath was already prepared for them, the steam rising off the water, "Let's have a nice bath now childe, relax." After stripping off the remainder of his clothes he sank into the water, holding Xander's limp body against his.

Spike's voice echoed through the halls as they bathed, "What in bloody hell is going on here?" He growled. There was an unheard response followed by Spike's growl, "I don't care who it is, no one gets in."

Angelus raised an eyebrow, petting Xander's hair as they relaxed, "Spike! What's going on?" He shouted, holding him close.

He heard footsteps coming towards the door, "Some bloody bint is here to see you, says she's a messenger from your grandsire."

He growled lowly, "Tell her that my 'grandsire' isn't welcome in my town." He growled.

Spike walked away, grumbling about incompetent minions. Suddenly Spike's voice could be heard again, "I told you to get out!" He shouted, "Do as you're told you stupid bint! I don't care what you're sire will do to you, you probably deserve it!"

Angelus chuckled, nibbling on Xander's ear and whispering softly, "You tell her Spike." Xander smiled, snuggling closer, "You ready to get out now?"

He nodded, "Yeah, I'm going to turn into a prune if we stay in any longer."

Without a word he deposited Xander outside of the tub before climbing out himself. Stretching, he dried them both off before wrapping the towel around his waist and taking him out of the bathroom, not giving him anything to cover up with. Xander rolled his eyes and walked with him.

"What are we going to do?" He questioned as they walked towards their room.

As Angelus was about to answer a yelp escaped Xander's lips. He whirled quickly to see that a woman had pulled him back against her. A low growl escaped his lips until he saw his grandsire, the disgusting, ancient vampire, standing behind her. His eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Still need lapdogs to do your dirty work?" He questioned, giving Xander a look to be still.

The ancient vampire looked at him mockingly, "I always did like you Angelus, so ruthless and brutal." The woman had began to touch over Xander, purring.

Angelus growled, "Hands off bitch, he's mine."

The woman pouted, "I want to play with him though, sire, please?" She questioned.

Xander growled and jerked his arm back, hitting her in the stomach. She gasped and let him go long enough for him to scramble over to Angelus, "Don't touch me." He hissed at her.

Her master shook his head, "Control your childe." He said to Angelus.

He shrugged, "I control him as much as I want to. He's mine and he knows it, that's enough. Besides, you shouldn't let your minion touch what isn't hers." She growled at being called a minion, "So what are you doing here? Come to check on your 'favorite childe'?" He questioned, referring to Darla, "I know how much she pissed you off when she made me. Why would you come to me first? She's in town you know."

"I've heard she hasn't quite been herself lately." His fingers ran through the woman's hair, she was pouting at having Xander gotten away from her while Xander was glaring at her from behind his sire.

"So? I don't want you here, you're sore on the eyes and I have things to do."

He narrowed his eyes, "You should have been part of my court." He stated, "Then you would have learned some manners."

"I have impeccable manners when I feel the need to." He smiled, "Now get out. I have a childe to play with and a slayer to tease."

"You don't tell me what to do boy." He back handed him to the ground and Angelus laughed, getting to his feet.

"We can fight if you want but this is my home and I'm not leaving like I did when my bitch sire brought me to your court. Go find your own place. I'm sure you'd be happier in some sewer or crypt anyway."

The woman's eyes didn't leave Xander and he growled at her, "Get out." He hissed, "And stay away from me."

Angelus chuckled softly, stroking his hair, "See you around." He said as they walked out, he knew this wasn't the last they would see of his grandsire.

"I don't like him." Xander growled once they were gone.

"Neither do I. If he keeps this up we might have to do something I don't want to."

He looked up at him, "What's that sire?"

"Join with the slayer to remove him from the picture."

Next Chapter: Angelus makes a decision regarding the Master.