Sum: I'm afraid I'm not very good at this slash stuff. I can't really see
my boy Angel in a M&M relationship, unless it is extremely well done, which
I have seen from some very talented writers. Not counting myself among them
however, I try the best I can to get my idea across. Still working without
my editor.
This one would be a strong rated :R I think
For sexual content and violence.
Of course: the Characters in this story are not my own but are based on
the hit show Angel, and are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and
WB.
Please don't sue me, because I have nothing.
I also lost my Editor. So please be kind.
Feed back is appreciated .
Haunting Larry
Larry was not sure what woke him. Was it the full moon shining through the window? The light of the moon was unusually bright, filling the room with a bright cool blue hue, while leaving the shadows an inky impenetrable black. As soon as he opened his eyes he knew something was wrong.
For, what seemed like an eternity Larry lay still, barely daring to breathe, while he let his eyes roam the room, searching. The hair stood up on the back of his neck, there was a chill on his skin, raising goose bumps. He knew this feeling well. It was fear. This was the feeling he got when he knew himself to be watched, by a vampire.
Vampires cannot enter without an invitation. He told himself, his fear was unfounded. He shifted slightly still pretending to sleep; he wanted to take a glimpse out the window. Maybe the full moon made vamps crazy, maybe one had climbed up to his window. Had not all of them read of vampire feats almost too fantastic to believe? Shape shifting, mind reading, hypnosis, their terrible seductive powers. Excitement ran through him like rivulets. There he could see the window now. It was almost as bright as daytime out there. The moon stood high in the sky, bright, full silver, casting its mysterious light seemingly only for the weary. There was nothing out there, and nothing was able to come in, vampires had to be invited. Larry closed his eyes against the light. It would be a long night. This strange moon had him spooked.
He settled back into his pillows, when he felt his mattress shift. His eyes flew open to the sight of a figure crawling onto his bed. A man, Larry was sure, though all he could see was a silhouette. No man moved that way, lithe like a cat, sensual and predatory. Larry had no doubt as to who the pray was. "Oz?" he whispered, but knew the moment he said the werewolf's name, that it was someone else. A dry chuckle confirmed his suspicion. Werewolves don't laugh.
Larry held his breath, as the vampire seemed to hover over him, kneeling over him like a large cat about to pounce on a mouse, with his large hands on each side of his head. A strange excitement ran through Larry, with this creature so close he could touch him, smell him. That he wanted to was alarming. He knew he should yell, struggle, and fight, he told himself it was fear that kept him silent and compliant. He had seen too many of his friends murdered or worse turned, to not be afraid. He knew better than most what a vampire was capable off. Yet he watched enthralled as the vampire seemed to pull the moonlight towards him like a blanked of light, till he was bathed in it's blue light.
Larry boldly looked over the looming demons naked chest appreciating it's beauty, all the while being aware that these where most likely his last moments.
Angelus wounds were healed, the bandage Giles had wrapped about his chest and shoulder was gone. All he saw was smooth white skin over lean muscle. He suddenly felt the urge to take Angelus nipple between his teeth and run his tongue over it. Desire made him shiver.
Then there was again that chuckle. It made him shiver with fear. He would surely die. The vampire would murder him as he lay there helpless, if he did not die of his fear first. Vampires only had two modes, cruelty, and murder; Larry knew he was about to become intimately acquainted with both.
Suddenly Angelus had his wrists pinned down; no longer satisfied to loom over his pray he now straddled Larry. Leaning towards the young mans face he licked the side of Larry's cheek. Just like the redheaded vampire had done to Angelus back at the factory. Larry had thought it humiliating. Torn between discussed and pleasure. He swallowed, he should struggle, wanted too, he should, he knew, for his life, for his manhood, but it felt all so new, so exiting. For the second time today the vampire managed to harden Larry's cock. Angelus kissed his way down Larry's face; he nibbled on the boys' ears, then his throat, too close, too close for comfort Larry bucked, alarmed. He suddenly felt like a fly trapped in a spider web. Angelus laughed again, mocking. "Stop fighting it, I know this is what you want, I can read it in your mind."
This was wrong so very wrong. A man a vampire man was touching him, kissing him, and it was turning him on. This could not be, would not be, it was a trick, a vampire trick. Angelus was playing tricks on him. "Get off me, I don't want this. You are sick." Larry mustered the courage to finally fight. By God he might not have the physical strength to fight the Vampire, but he would not make this easy for the beast.
His resolve melted when the beast kissed his mouth, just then, gentle barely touching him, with his cool tongue. But,.Larry moaned, with pleasure. More, he wanted more.
And he got more as Angelus' gentle kisses became urgent, as his tongue plunged into Larry's, and bit his lip, seemingly sucking the very breath out of the human, who struggled helplessly against the demons superior strength.
Larry realized that his right hand was now free. Angelus hand was making its way down to Larry's waistband. The vampire's hand was cool on his hot skin, soft like silk, gliding over him. The tough was like a butterfly wing and Larry felt his cock grow, hard and proud straining against the blanket. Angelus hand wrapped around his pulsating shaft, hard. Larry yelled out involuntarily, pleading with the demon to stop, it was painful. Yet Larry was far more aghast with himself. Realizing that he loved it. Loved being stroked by the Vampire, loved it rough, wanted more.
Angelus was now stroking the boy's cock rubbing it, from head to balls, with his cool hand firmly wrapped around its length.
Larry began to writhe, half in pleasure and half in a weak attempt to throw the much stronger demon off. He knew that he could not hope to defeat the vampire. The beast was raping him and there was nothing he could do about it. And the worst part about it was that he enjoyed it. His body reacted to the vampires every touch with almost painful desire. Larry had never felt this much lust, and this terrible revulsion in his entire live. He began to cry.
"Stop it." He cried.
"Oh yes dear Larry cry out. We both know it is in pleasure, you little perv." Angelus mocked.
"Stop it, you are hurting me." Larry tried harder to throw the Vampire off him.
Angelus was rubbing his shaft harder, the harder her rubbed the more Larry wanted it, the more appalled he was with himself for loving it.
He finally came. A violent burst of an orgasm spurting forth from his cock, his organ twitching and pulsating like a thing disconnected from him self, and the boy sobbed to the music of the demons mocking laughter.
He sat up straight in his bed, Angelus cold weight gone from his body, only covered in cold sweat. Larry looked around like an animal chased. It was dark, too dark to see. His right hand was still wrapped around his own penis; sticky goo covered his hand and crotch, Angelus chuckle still ringing in his ears.
"Oh God," he moaned. "It was dream. OH my God."
Larry labored to get his breathing under control, while he felt around his bed for something to wipe his hands with. He would have to do the laundry first thing in the morning. He needed a shower, now. He still felt the demons hands on his cock. His own hands, but it had felt so real so good, he almost wished it had been real. He wanted to know what it was like to be touched by that creature. Larry realized not without shock that he lusted after Angelus. He a man, and real man lusted after a murdering, blood sucking, ass-fucking demon.
He knew this had to be a spell of some kind. He had never lusted after men, after anyone. Larry was the very picture of self-control. The very fact that his body still yearned for the demons touch was prove positive that Angelus was mind fucking him. He could still hear him laugh for Christ sake. Larry could see right through the vampires' ploy, his quiet speech, his demur behavior, and the "I've been tortured" act. It was all part of a plan to infiltrate the gang and drive them all mad by way of his vampire powers of suggestion.
Oh, he would fix this. Spurred on by his aching muscle Larry was determined to put an end to that fiend's repulsive games. Grabbing a baseball bat on his way out the door he resolutely headed toward the panic room.
He would not allow the vampires haunted eyes to deter him, he would put an end his mockery of human emotions. He opened the door abruptly, and sneered angrily at the vampire as he entered. The demon no doubt knew he was coming, having been in Larry's head, he undoubtedly also knew what Larry was about to do.
Angelus rose to his feet as Larry charged into the room. He could smell the rage on Larry, and by the slightly bitter scent underlying barley contained lust he smelled masturbation. He felt he knew what was coming, what Larry had in store for him. He's been at the mercy of others for so long he forgot that he might defend himself. He never imagined having to defend himself from humans, nothing in his experience as a vampire had prepared him for this possibility. Humans attacking a vampire, he knew no other way to deal with what was coming than to endure.
Larry felt himself harden, again. The Vampire's naked torso proved too alluring, one glance was enough to make Larry's body shiver with longing.
He grabbed the key from the wall and unlocked the cage, attacking the unarmed vampire within, bat raised and cursing.
"What are you doing to me? Get out of my head perverted piece of shit." Larry swung the bat at Angelus' head, who raised his arms to protect his head. Reflex, after all, a severe enough head injury might even kill a vampire. Larry grabbed the other man and dragged him out of the cage. He was not done yet, had not nearly begun. Free of the cage with plenty of room to wield the bat Larry beat the vampire down. Using all his anger, his humiliation, his hate and his fear of the species, he hit the vamp under the chin sending him sprawled backwards. He kicked him in the side, knocking the air out of Angelus body. The downed vampire curled around his newly broken ribs only to have Larry's bat come down on his shoulders and back. " Stop fucking with my mind. Get out of my head, you sick bastard." Larry shouted swinging and kicking. "I know what you are doing, get out of my head. I'll kill you. I'll kill you." Larry punctuated each threat with vicious blows. He vaguely wondered how much a Vampire could take before he passed out, and if he did if his spell would dissipate. He also wondered if he would get too tired to continue before he could find out. His swings where getting weaker already, it took him more time to pull back and swing again, huffing insults. He nearly stopped when he saw the Vampire go limp, but the feeling was still there, Angelus was still in his head, looking down at the helpless, injured seemingly young man he almost dropped the bat. He wanted to hold him, kiss the pain away. "Dam it you are still in my head." Larry shouted enraged he would kill the Vampire. Pulling back his arms for the blow he hoped would end the Vampires, and his own suffering, he suddenly felt resistance. Something kept him from swinging. He turned looking stupidly into Giles face. The watcher had his hand on the bat, staying his hand.
"What in the devil are you doing here? Have you gone quite mad?"
"Let me go." Larry panted. " Why are you protecting him?"
Giles took the bat from Larry, he had that kind of annoyed look on his face, that Larry knew better than to argue with. "Protecting him? I am protecting you fool! Why the bloody hell is he out of his cage?"
"He, hum, he was.I just." Larry's voice trailed off.
The watcher bent over the unmoving vampire, he seemed unconscious, which made what he had to say sound a bit funny, but no less true. "Vampires are predators, he may look human but he is not. And this one is an injured predator, a cornered injured predator. And like most beasts far more dangerous in this state. And you foolishly let him out of the cage. Make no mistake even in this state he is much more than you could hope to handle by yourself. Count you blessings that he did not attack you right back, you would have made a handy snack."
Both men jumped back as Angelus stirred. Giles pushed Larry behind him in rather pointless protective gesture, and considering his recent outburst, Giles now felt rather foolish himself.
"He messed with my head." Larry yelled, surely Giles would understand the necessity behind this attack. Though he felt more than just a little uncomfortable now, seeing the danger he had placed himself in, and wondering what the hell the demon was doing rising slowly to his feet and limping back into the cage. Once inside he turned to face the two perplexed humans.
Giles annoyance seemed to deepen. "He what?"
"He messed with my head, he invaded my dreams. He violated my, my.privacy.'
"Good God man, you are reading too much fiction. He can't do that! His kind doesn't have that power."
"What?" it was now Larry's turn to be annoyed. "He, he can't? Of course he can He was there. He was in my dream.."
" He has outstanding night vision, extremely acute hearing, and a unparalleled sense of smell. He can probably smell from there what you had for dinner."
"He can't . smell? Dinner?" Larry's eyes narrowed as he realized the magnitude of his blunder. Angelus had not invaded his dream.
"What ever you where dreaming grew out of you own mind Larry, get a grip." Giles admonished
Larry realized with a start what had just happened. He had given Angelus a weapon against himself. The vampire would be able to smell the sex on him. In his minds ear he again heard that chuckle. His eyes narrowed with realization as he glared at his foe. He could always claim the demon was lying, he thought, and what a lame claim that would be. Just then Angelus, with his arms wrapped around himself spoke. Larry just knew he would spill the beans.
"Are you gonna close that door? You know I can't touch it!" Larry's mouth dropped open. It was surreal. The demon made no attempt to embarrass him. Had made no attempt to hurt him, and had voluntarily gone back into his prison which Giles relocked, while he, the Vampire once again hunched down in that corner with his knees drawn up and his arms wrapped around them.
Giles pushed the younger man out the door and gave him one last exasperated look. "What where you thinking, foolish boy. He could have killed you." He chided.
"Yeah." Larry mused. "So why didn't he?"
Haunting Larry
Larry was not sure what woke him. Was it the full moon shining through the window? The light of the moon was unusually bright, filling the room with a bright cool blue hue, while leaving the shadows an inky impenetrable black. As soon as he opened his eyes he knew something was wrong.
For, what seemed like an eternity Larry lay still, barely daring to breathe, while he let his eyes roam the room, searching. The hair stood up on the back of his neck, there was a chill on his skin, raising goose bumps. He knew this feeling well. It was fear. This was the feeling he got when he knew himself to be watched, by a vampire.
Vampires cannot enter without an invitation. He told himself, his fear was unfounded. He shifted slightly still pretending to sleep; he wanted to take a glimpse out the window. Maybe the full moon made vamps crazy, maybe one had climbed up to his window. Had not all of them read of vampire feats almost too fantastic to believe? Shape shifting, mind reading, hypnosis, their terrible seductive powers. Excitement ran through him like rivulets. There he could see the window now. It was almost as bright as daytime out there. The moon stood high in the sky, bright, full silver, casting its mysterious light seemingly only for the weary. There was nothing out there, and nothing was able to come in, vampires had to be invited. Larry closed his eyes against the light. It would be a long night. This strange moon had him spooked.
He settled back into his pillows, when he felt his mattress shift. His eyes flew open to the sight of a figure crawling onto his bed. A man, Larry was sure, though all he could see was a silhouette. No man moved that way, lithe like a cat, sensual and predatory. Larry had no doubt as to who the pray was. "Oz?" he whispered, but knew the moment he said the werewolf's name, that it was someone else. A dry chuckle confirmed his suspicion. Werewolves don't laugh.
Larry held his breath, as the vampire seemed to hover over him, kneeling over him like a large cat about to pounce on a mouse, with his large hands on each side of his head. A strange excitement ran through Larry, with this creature so close he could touch him, smell him. That he wanted to was alarming. He knew he should yell, struggle, and fight, he told himself it was fear that kept him silent and compliant. He had seen too many of his friends murdered or worse turned, to not be afraid. He knew better than most what a vampire was capable off. Yet he watched enthralled as the vampire seemed to pull the moonlight towards him like a blanked of light, till he was bathed in it's blue light.
Larry boldly looked over the looming demons naked chest appreciating it's beauty, all the while being aware that these where most likely his last moments.
Angelus wounds were healed, the bandage Giles had wrapped about his chest and shoulder was gone. All he saw was smooth white skin over lean muscle. He suddenly felt the urge to take Angelus nipple between his teeth and run his tongue over it. Desire made him shiver.
Then there was again that chuckle. It made him shiver with fear. He would surely die. The vampire would murder him as he lay there helpless, if he did not die of his fear first. Vampires only had two modes, cruelty, and murder; Larry knew he was about to become intimately acquainted with both.
Suddenly Angelus had his wrists pinned down; no longer satisfied to loom over his pray he now straddled Larry. Leaning towards the young mans face he licked the side of Larry's cheek. Just like the redheaded vampire had done to Angelus back at the factory. Larry had thought it humiliating. Torn between discussed and pleasure. He swallowed, he should struggle, wanted too, he should, he knew, for his life, for his manhood, but it felt all so new, so exiting. For the second time today the vampire managed to harden Larry's cock. Angelus kissed his way down Larry's face; he nibbled on the boys' ears, then his throat, too close, too close for comfort Larry bucked, alarmed. He suddenly felt like a fly trapped in a spider web. Angelus laughed again, mocking. "Stop fighting it, I know this is what you want, I can read it in your mind."
This was wrong so very wrong. A man a vampire man was touching him, kissing him, and it was turning him on. This could not be, would not be, it was a trick, a vampire trick. Angelus was playing tricks on him. "Get off me, I don't want this. You are sick." Larry mustered the courage to finally fight. By God he might not have the physical strength to fight the Vampire, but he would not make this easy for the beast.
His resolve melted when the beast kissed his mouth, just then, gentle barely touching him, with his cool tongue. But,.Larry moaned, with pleasure. More, he wanted more.
And he got more as Angelus' gentle kisses became urgent, as his tongue plunged into Larry's, and bit his lip, seemingly sucking the very breath out of the human, who struggled helplessly against the demons superior strength.
Larry realized that his right hand was now free. Angelus hand was making its way down to Larry's waistband. The vampire's hand was cool on his hot skin, soft like silk, gliding over him. The tough was like a butterfly wing and Larry felt his cock grow, hard and proud straining against the blanket. Angelus hand wrapped around his pulsating shaft, hard. Larry yelled out involuntarily, pleading with the demon to stop, it was painful. Yet Larry was far more aghast with himself. Realizing that he loved it. Loved being stroked by the Vampire, loved it rough, wanted more.
Angelus was now stroking the boy's cock rubbing it, from head to balls, with his cool hand firmly wrapped around its length.
Larry began to writhe, half in pleasure and half in a weak attempt to throw the much stronger demon off. He knew that he could not hope to defeat the vampire. The beast was raping him and there was nothing he could do about it. And the worst part about it was that he enjoyed it. His body reacted to the vampires every touch with almost painful desire. Larry had never felt this much lust, and this terrible revulsion in his entire live. He began to cry.
"Stop it." He cried.
"Oh yes dear Larry cry out. We both know it is in pleasure, you little perv." Angelus mocked.
"Stop it, you are hurting me." Larry tried harder to throw the Vampire off him.
Angelus was rubbing his shaft harder, the harder her rubbed the more Larry wanted it, the more appalled he was with himself for loving it.
He finally came. A violent burst of an orgasm spurting forth from his cock, his organ twitching and pulsating like a thing disconnected from him self, and the boy sobbed to the music of the demons mocking laughter.
He sat up straight in his bed, Angelus cold weight gone from his body, only covered in cold sweat. Larry looked around like an animal chased. It was dark, too dark to see. His right hand was still wrapped around his own penis; sticky goo covered his hand and crotch, Angelus chuckle still ringing in his ears.
"Oh God," he moaned. "It was dream. OH my God."
Larry labored to get his breathing under control, while he felt around his bed for something to wipe his hands with. He would have to do the laundry first thing in the morning. He needed a shower, now. He still felt the demons hands on his cock. His own hands, but it had felt so real so good, he almost wished it had been real. He wanted to know what it was like to be touched by that creature. Larry realized not without shock that he lusted after Angelus. He a man, and real man lusted after a murdering, blood sucking, ass-fucking demon.
He knew this had to be a spell of some kind. He had never lusted after men, after anyone. Larry was the very picture of self-control. The very fact that his body still yearned for the demons touch was prove positive that Angelus was mind fucking him. He could still hear him laugh for Christ sake. Larry could see right through the vampires' ploy, his quiet speech, his demur behavior, and the "I've been tortured" act. It was all part of a plan to infiltrate the gang and drive them all mad by way of his vampire powers of suggestion.
Oh, he would fix this. Spurred on by his aching muscle Larry was determined to put an end to that fiend's repulsive games. Grabbing a baseball bat on his way out the door he resolutely headed toward the panic room.
He would not allow the vampires haunted eyes to deter him, he would put an end his mockery of human emotions. He opened the door abruptly, and sneered angrily at the vampire as he entered. The demon no doubt knew he was coming, having been in Larry's head, he undoubtedly also knew what Larry was about to do.
Angelus rose to his feet as Larry charged into the room. He could smell the rage on Larry, and by the slightly bitter scent underlying barley contained lust he smelled masturbation. He felt he knew what was coming, what Larry had in store for him. He's been at the mercy of others for so long he forgot that he might defend himself. He never imagined having to defend himself from humans, nothing in his experience as a vampire had prepared him for this possibility. Humans attacking a vampire, he knew no other way to deal with what was coming than to endure.
Larry felt himself harden, again. The Vampire's naked torso proved too alluring, one glance was enough to make Larry's body shiver with longing.
He grabbed the key from the wall and unlocked the cage, attacking the unarmed vampire within, bat raised and cursing.
"What are you doing to me? Get out of my head perverted piece of shit." Larry swung the bat at Angelus' head, who raised his arms to protect his head. Reflex, after all, a severe enough head injury might even kill a vampire. Larry grabbed the other man and dragged him out of the cage. He was not done yet, had not nearly begun. Free of the cage with plenty of room to wield the bat Larry beat the vampire down. Using all his anger, his humiliation, his hate and his fear of the species, he hit the vamp under the chin sending him sprawled backwards. He kicked him in the side, knocking the air out of Angelus body. The downed vampire curled around his newly broken ribs only to have Larry's bat come down on his shoulders and back. " Stop fucking with my mind. Get out of my head, you sick bastard." Larry shouted swinging and kicking. "I know what you are doing, get out of my head. I'll kill you. I'll kill you." Larry punctuated each threat with vicious blows. He vaguely wondered how much a Vampire could take before he passed out, and if he did if his spell would dissipate. He also wondered if he would get too tired to continue before he could find out. His swings where getting weaker already, it took him more time to pull back and swing again, huffing insults. He nearly stopped when he saw the Vampire go limp, but the feeling was still there, Angelus was still in his head, looking down at the helpless, injured seemingly young man he almost dropped the bat. He wanted to hold him, kiss the pain away. "Dam it you are still in my head." Larry shouted enraged he would kill the Vampire. Pulling back his arms for the blow he hoped would end the Vampires, and his own suffering, he suddenly felt resistance. Something kept him from swinging. He turned looking stupidly into Giles face. The watcher had his hand on the bat, staying his hand.
"What in the devil are you doing here? Have you gone quite mad?"
"Let me go." Larry panted. " Why are you protecting him?"
Giles took the bat from Larry, he had that kind of annoyed look on his face, that Larry knew better than to argue with. "Protecting him? I am protecting you fool! Why the bloody hell is he out of his cage?"
"He, hum, he was.I just." Larry's voice trailed off.
The watcher bent over the unmoving vampire, he seemed unconscious, which made what he had to say sound a bit funny, but no less true. "Vampires are predators, he may look human but he is not. And this one is an injured predator, a cornered injured predator. And like most beasts far more dangerous in this state. And you foolishly let him out of the cage. Make no mistake even in this state he is much more than you could hope to handle by yourself. Count you blessings that he did not attack you right back, you would have made a handy snack."
Both men jumped back as Angelus stirred. Giles pushed Larry behind him in rather pointless protective gesture, and considering his recent outburst, Giles now felt rather foolish himself.
"He messed with my head." Larry yelled, surely Giles would understand the necessity behind this attack. Though he felt more than just a little uncomfortable now, seeing the danger he had placed himself in, and wondering what the hell the demon was doing rising slowly to his feet and limping back into the cage. Once inside he turned to face the two perplexed humans.
Giles annoyance seemed to deepen. "He what?"
"He messed with my head, he invaded my dreams. He violated my, my.privacy.'
"Good God man, you are reading too much fiction. He can't do that! His kind doesn't have that power."
"What?" it was now Larry's turn to be annoyed. "He, he can't? Of course he can He was there. He was in my dream.."
" He has outstanding night vision, extremely acute hearing, and a unparalleled sense of smell. He can probably smell from there what you had for dinner."
"He can't . smell? Dinner?" Larry's eyes narrowed as he realized the magnitude of his blunder. Angelus had not invaded his dream.
"What ever you where dreaming grew out of you own mind Larry, get a grip." Giles admonished
Larry realized with a start what had just happened. He had given Angelus a weapon against himself. The vampire would be able to smell the sex on him. In his minds ear he again heard that chuckle. His eyes narrowed with realization as he glared at his foe. He could always claim the demon was lying, he thought, and what a lame claim that would be. Just then Angelus, with his arms wrapped around himself spoke. Larry just knew he would spill the beans.
"Are you gonna close that door? You know I can't touch it!" Larry's mouth dropped open. It was surreal. The demon made no attempt to embarrass him. Had made no attempt to hurt him, and had voluntarily gone back into his prison which Giles relocked, while he, the Vampire once again hunched down in that corner with his knees drawn up and his arms wrapped around them.
Giles pushed the younger man out the door and gave him one last exasperated look. "What where you thinking, foolish boy. He could have killed you." He chided.
"Yeah." Larry mused. "So why didn't he?"