Title: Pieces of You
Author:BeachBlonde
Summary: Xander needs help, Angel provides it
Pairing: A/X
Rating: R, for some adult language, and for naughty dancing
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I get nothing, except maybe some feedback. Everything belongs to Joss, the lucky bastard...
Feedback: I want to post this on a list, but I'm not sure if it's up to snuff. Please, please, please give me feedback. If I get nothing, this story is going down the drain
Notes: Okay, this is my first attempt at writing, and this story has not yet been beta read. (Ps: Anyone interested in beta-ing this for me? Please, please, PLEASE contact me!) Slightly AU, canon up to season 3
Ch. 1
Loud music thumping a steady beat. Colored lights flashing in time to the music. Bodies everywhere. A body pressed against his, grinding ass against crotch. Arms wrapping around his torso, hands snaking into his shirt to massage his back. Lindsey McDonald was in heaven. The kid was beautiful. Longish, wavy brown hair; chocolate puppy-dog eyes, a beautiful smile. A body that was to die for: Broad shoulders and a toned chest, a definite swimmers build; long arms and legs, well-muscled but sleek. Strong hands, but graceful. It helped that the kid could dress, too. Black leather pants that fit him too well, and a matching black shirt, open over a white tank top, and cut just high enough that a small belly button ring was visible under the hem. A silver choker and black boots finished off his look, and it worked. Every eye, both male and female, in the place were on them. He knew what a pair they must look like. The boy turned, and, still grinding against Lindsey, smashed his lips against his, and snaked a gentle tongue into his mouth. Lindsey answered back with his own tongue, pushing the kid's tongue back into the boy's own mouth, and sweeping around, tasting the boy. The kid pulled back, grinning as he ended the kiss. "Going to the bar. Want anything?" Lindsey smiled at the boy, and nodded. He leaned close, right up to the boy's ear, so the kid could hear.
"A beer. Please." He gave the ear a little lick, and as the boy turned, he slapped him on the ass. God, but that kid was cute. He watched him saunter towards the bar, and then grabbed a nearby table. He sat down, and looked around the club. There were so many people there. Something didn't feel quite right. He decided that it would be better to keep an eye on his . . .companion. He turned his gaze towards the bar, and spotted the kid. He was leaning over the bar, batting his eyelashes and laughing at something the bartender said. He knew it was time to go. He stalked over to the boy and grabbed his arm. "We're leaving. Come on." The boy tried to protest.
"But our drinks! Lin-" Lindsey shot the boy a dirty look. "Sir, I already ordered them!" Lindsey kept on walking.
"Tough shit." He dragged the kid out the front door, fuming the whole way. He turned around the side of the building, and they disappeared into an alley.
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Angel froze, not believing what he saw. Lindsey dancing with another man didn't shock him. He'd known for a while that the energy between the lawyer and himself was more than just masculine testosterone. But the boy dancing with him . . . . It couldn't be. He was back in Sunnydale. The kid couldn't be here, dancing with Angel's mortal enemy. And yet, it was undeniable. That was Xander Harris.
Angel had come to the club to find Lindsey. Well, he found him. And with Xander. God, Angel couldn't get over it. He walked up a flight of stairs to the second floor balcony. In this way, the club was a lot like the Bronze back in Sunnydale. He leaned over the railing, watching the two men dance. If you could call it that. Xander was grinding his rear end against Lindsey's crotch, and Lindsey's hands were everywhere on the younger man's body. It was amazing that two people could do that in public. And yet they were. He saw Xander kiss Lindsey, and watched as Lindsey returned the kiss with force. Angel's hands gripped the rails at he saw Xander wince at the force of Lindsey's kiss. Xander pulled back and smiled, the two men exchanged words, and Xander waltzed over to the bar.
He watched the boy move. This wasn't the clumsy, loping gate of the boy Angel left behind five years ago. This was . . . amazing. His movements were fluid. They were graceful. They were almost predatory. Xander's clothes had changed, too. Gone were the loud shirts and baggy jeans. In their place were dark, tight fitting clothing. And Angel was sure he saw a piercing of some sort in Xander's navel. Xander stalked over to the bar, and leaned over, exposing his rather nicely shaped *Angel, stop that.* rear end, as he ordered drinks. He was leaning close to the bartender, who, Angel noticed, wasn't unattractive. Angel watched Lindsey storm over and grab Xander by the arm to drag him out. He noticed the sharp look Lindsey gave Xander, and he saw Xander recoil, in what looked like terror. He saw them leave, and swept out to follow them.
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Author's Note: That's it for now! I hope you enjoyed it. I'll post more if I get some good reviews!
Author:BeachBlonde
Summary: Xander needs help, Angel provides it
Pairing: A/X
Rating: R, for some adult language, and for naughty dancing
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I get nothing, except maybe some feedback. Everything belongs to Joss, the lucky bastard...
Feedback: I want to post this on a list, but I'm not sure if it's up to snuff. Please, please, please give me feedback. If I get nothing, this story is going down the drain
Notes: Okay, this is my first attempt at writing, and this story has not yet been beta read. (Ps: Anyone interested in beta-ing this for me? Please, please, PLEASE contact me!) Slightly AU, canon up to season 3
Ch. 1
Loud music thumping a steady beat. Colored lights flashing in time to the music. Bodies everywhere. A body pressed against his, grinding ass against crotch. Arms wrapping around his torso, hands snaking into his shirt to massage his back. Lindsey McDonald was in heaven. The kid was beautiful. Longish, wavy brown hair; chocolate puppy-dog eyes, a beautiful smile. A body that was to die for: Broad shoulders and a toned chest, a definite swimmers build; long arms and legs, well-muscled but sleek. Strong hands, but graceful. It helped that the kid could dress, too. Black leather pants that fit him too well, and a matching black shirt, open over a white tank top, and cut just high enough that a small belly button ring was visible under the hem. A silver choker and black boots finished off his look, and it worked. Every eye, both male and female, in the place were on them. He knew what a pair they must look like. The boy turned, and, still grinding against Lindsey, smashed his lips against his, and snaked a gentle tongue into his mouth. Lindsey answered back with his own tongue, pushing the kid's tongue back into the boy's own mouth, and sweeping around, tasting the boy. The kid pulled back, grinning as he ended the kiss. "Going to the bar. Want anything?" Lindsey smiled at the boy, and nodded. He leaned close, right up to the boy's ear, so the kid could hear.
"A beer. Please." He gave the ear a little lick, and as the boy turned, he slapped him on the ass. God, but that kid was cute. He watched him saunter towards the bar, and then grabbed a nearby table. He sat down, and looked around the club. There were so many people there. Something didn't feel quite right. He decided that it would be better to keep an eye on his . . .companion. He turned his gaze towards the bar, and spotted the kid. He was leaning over the bar, batting his eyelashes and laughing at something the bartender said. He knew it was time to go. He stalked over to the boy and grabbed his arm. "We're leaving. Come on." The boy tried to protest.
"But our drinks! Lin-" Lindsey shot the boy a dirty look. "Sir, I already ordered them!" Lindsey kept on walking.
"Tough shit." He dragged the kid out the front door, fuming the whole way. He turned around the side of the building, and they disappeared into an alley.
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Angel froze, not believing what he saw. Lindsey dancing with another man didn't shock him. He'd known for a while that the energy between the lawyer and himself was more than just masculine testosterone. But the boy dancing with him . . . . It couldn't be. He was back in Sunnydale. The kid couldn't be here, dancing with Angel's mortal enemy. And yet, it was undeniable. That was Xander Harris.
Angel had come to the club to find Lindsey. Well, he found him. And with Xander. God, Angel couldn't get over it. He walked up a flight of stairs to the second floor balcony. In this way, the club was a lot like the Bronze back in Sunnydale. He leaned over the railing, watching the two men dance. If you could call it that. Xander was grinding his rear end against Lindsey's crotch, and Lindsey's hands were everywhere on the younger man's body. It was amazing that two people could do that in public. And yet they were. He saw Xander kiss Lindsey, and watched as Lindsey returned the kiss with force. Angel's hands gripped the rails at he saw Xander wince at the force of Lindsey's kiss. Xander pulled back and smiled, the two men exchanged words, and Xander waltzed over to the bar.
He watched the boy move. This wasn't the clumsy, loping gate of the boy Angel left behind five years ago. This was . . . amazing. His movements were fluid. They were graceful. They were almost predatory. Xander's clothes had changed, too. Gone were the loud shirts and baggy jeans. In their place were dark, tight fitting clothing. And Angel was sure he saw a piercing of some sort in Xander's navel. Xander stalked over to the bar, and leaned over, exposing his rather nicely shaped *Angel, stop that.* rear end, as he ordered drinks. He was leaning close to the bartender, who, Angel noticed, wasn't unattractive. Angel watched Lindsey storm over and grab Xander by the arm to drag him out. He noticed the sharp look Lindsey gave Xander, and he saw Xander recoil, in what looked like terror. He saw them leave, and swept out to follow them.
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Author's Note: That's it for now! I hope you enjoyed it. I'll post more if I get some good reviews!