Title: Pieces of You
Author: Beach Blonde Babe
Pairing: A/X
Summary: Xander needs help. Angel provides it
Feedback: Pretty please? With a cherry on top?
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story. It all belongs to Joss. I just borrow them
A/N: This is very much un-beta'd. I still need a beta reader, so if anyone's interested, please contact me @ WhelpishZeppo514@Yahoo.com.
Ch 2
Lindsey was pissed. He'd paid good money for this kid, and he goes and flirts with the goddamn bartender! What the hell was that? Well, he was going to teach the kid a lesson. He dragged him into the alley behind the club. The boy was still protesting.
"Really, I had ordered the drinks. Why couldn't we have stayed and finished them? I don't think this is the way to the car, Linds-" Xander was cut off by the back of Lindsey's hand. Lindsey pushed the stunned boy against a wall, and held the boy's wrists over his head. He then pushed a knee into Xander's groin. The boy knew the rules. Xander gasped as the knee found his crotch.
"You're mine, kid. Mine for the entire night." He pressed insistent kisses onto the boy's lips, and then moved down to the kid's chest, mouthing his nipples through the thin material of his shirt.
"But Lin-" The boy was stopped by more pressure at his groin. He breathed in sharply as pain ripped through his body. "Sir." He paused, and breathed in, before continuing. "I haven't . . . you know . . . ." The boy looked down, suddenly ashamed, and added "In a while" under his breath. Lindsey scoffed.
"Come on, you can say it. Fuck. I want to fuck you." He delivered a crushing kiss to the boy's swollen lips. "Say it." Xander writhed underneath him, bucking to remove Lindsey's heavier body. Lindsey liked the fear he tasted in the boy's mouth. Xander whimpered as Lindsey's tongue cleaned out his mouth, and then, when Lindsey pulled back to kiss his cheek, he whispered, "You want to fuck me."
Lindsey nodded, and whispered, "Not only do I want to, but I'm going to." His hand went for Xander's zipper. "Now."
"Lindsey, please." Xander looked into Lindsey's eyes, trying to reason with him. He hoped the puppy-dog eyes worked as well on him as they had on everyone else.
"I told you -" Lindsey pressed a kiss to the boy's protesting mouth. "Never -" He licked the boy's jaw. "Use -" He licked his neck. "My -" Lick. "Name." This time, instead of licking, he scraped his teeth over Xander's neck. Xander squirmed, recalling the number of times sharp fangs had done the same thing. It was too much for Xander, who whimpered and pushed Lindsey away with a loud "No!" He then took off at a run, leaving a stunned Lindsey behind him. Lindsey recovered, caught up to him, and grabbed him by his dark hair, dragging him down to the ground.
"You little slut," he growled into the boy's ear. "First you grind against me on the dance floor, and now you try to pull this shit?" He laughed, and threw the boy down onto the ground. "Nice, Alex. Real nice." He walked away. He stopped when he heard the boy gasp. A smile spread across his face.
"Oh God, wait!" He heard the boy cry out, and turned around after he added "Sir." The boy was a beautiful sight. He was on his hands and knees, one arm stretched out to stop Lindsey, and tears spotted his cheeks and glistened in his eyes. Just beautiful. He walked back over to the boy, who exhaled softly, and smiled up at Lindsey. Lindsey smiled back at him, and helped him up, kissing him chastely on the lips.
Before punching him in the face. Xander reeled with the force of the blow, slamming back into the side of the building. Lindsey rushed forward, bringing his right fist into Xander's stomach. After Xander doubled over in pain, Lindsey brought his knee up to meet Xander's face. He watched in satisfaction as the kid's head snapped back into the wall, and then his whole body dropped to the floor. He delivered two more kicks to the boy's midsection when a strong hand grabbed his shoulder and spun him around.
"Hello Lindsey." His eyes found two golden ones, and then everything went black.
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Angel burst out into the cool LA night, ears still ringing from the horridly loud ringing. He frantically scanned the immediate area, but there was no sign of Lindsey or Angel. He broke into a run, heading towards Hollywood Boulevard. Lindsey often frequented that area, and there was no reason he wouldn't take Xander there. He stopped and sniffed the air. He smiled and turned the other way, running as fast as he could. Drakkar Noir was Lindsey's signature scent, and the man put enough of the stuff on so that Angel could find him anywhere. He turned, and ran behind the building he just left. He turned the corner just in time to see Xander sink to the floor, and he watched in horror as Lindsey kicked him twice in the ribcage. He growled low in his chest, and raced over. He grabbed Lindsey's shoulder, and vamped out. Smiling, he growled out a quick "Hello, Lindsey" before lashing out and knocking the bastard out cold.
He almost smiled as Lindsey sunk to the floor. He would have, too, but he could smell blood, and it wasn't Lindsey's. He turned his attentions to Xander, who was face down on the cold cement. Lifting him into his arms, he surveyed the damage. A small cut marred his cheek, he had a black eye, and a thing ribbon of red issued from his nose. He knew there had to be internal bleeding in the boy's chest. Cradling Xander's head against his chest, he headed towards his car, and towards the hotel.
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A/N: Once again, feedback gets another chapter. Coming up, a small peek into Xander's past. . .
Author: Beach Blonde Babe
Pairing: A/X
Summary: Xander needs help. Angel provides it
Feedback: Pretty please? With a cherry on top?
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story. It all belongs to Joss. I just borrow them
A/N: This is very much un-beta'd. I still need a beta reader, so if anyone's interested, please contact me @ WhelpishZeppo514@Yahoo.com.
Ch 2
Lindsey was pissed. He'd paid good money for this kid, and he goes and flirts with the goddamn bartender! What the hell was that? Well, he was going to teach the kid a lesson. He dragged him into the alley behind the club. The boy was still protesting.
"Really, I had ordered the drinks. Why couldn't we have stayed and finished them? I don't think this is the way to the car, Linds-" Xander was cut off by the back of Lindsey's hand. Lindsey pushed the stunned boy against a wall, and held the boy's wrists over his head. He then pushed a knee into Xander's groin. The boy knew the rules. Xander gasped as the knee found his crotch.
"You're mine, kid. Mine for the entire night." He pressed insistent kisses onto the boy's lips, and then moved down to the kid's chest, mouthing his nipples through the thin material of his shirt.
"But Lin-" The boy was stopped by more pressure at his groin. He breathed in sharply as pain ripped through his body. "Sir." He paused, and breathed in, before continuing. "I haven't . . . you know . . . ." The boy looked down, suddenly ashamed, and added "In a while" under his breath. Lindsey scoffed.
"Come on, you can say it. Fuck. I want to fuck you." He delivered a crushing kiss to the boy's swollen lips. "Say it." Xander writhed underneath him, bucking to remove Lindsey's heavier body. Lindsey liked the fear he tasted in the boy's mouth. Xander whimpered as Lindsey's tongue cleaned out his mouth, and then, when Lindsey pulled back to kiss his cheek, he whispered, "You want to fuck me."
Lindsey nodded, and whispered, "Not only do I want to, but I'm going to." His hand went for Xander's zipper. "Now."
"Lindsey, please." Xander looked into Lindsey's eyes, trying to reason with him. He hoped the puppy-dog eyes worked as well on him as they had on everyone else.
"I told you -" Lindsey pressed a kiss to the boy's protesting mouth. "Never -" He licked the boy's jaw. "Use -" He licked his neck. "My -" Lick. "Name." This time, instead of licking, he scraped his teeth over Xander's neck. Xander squirmed, recalling the number of times sharp fangs had done the same thing. It was too much for Xander, who whimpered and pushed Lindsey away with a loud "No!" He then took off at a run, leaving a stunned Lindsey behind him. Lindsey recovered, caught up to him, and grabbed him by his dark hair, dragging him down to the ground.
"You little slut," he growled into the boy's ear. "First you grind against me on the dance floor, and now you try to pull this shit?" He laughed, and threw the boy down onto the ground. "Nice, Alex. Real nice." He walked away. He stopped when he heard the boy gasp. A smile spread across his face.
"Oh God, wait!" He heard the boy cry out, and turned around after he added "Sir." The boy was a beautiful sight. He was on his hands and knees, one arm stretched out to stop Lindsey, and tears spotted his cheeks and glistened in his eyes. Just beautiful. He walked back over to the boy, who exhaled softly, and smiled up at Lindsey. Lindsey smiled back at him, and helped him up, kissing him chastely on the lips.
Before punching him in the face. Xander reeled with the force of the blow, slamming back into the side of the building. Lindsey rushed forward, bringing his right fist into Xander's stomach. After Xander doubled over in pain, Lindsey brought his knee up to meet Xander's face. He watched in satisfaction as the kid's head snapped back into the wall, and then his whole body dropped to the floor. He delivered two more kicks to the boy's midsection when a strong hand grabbed his shoulder and spun him around.
"Hello Lindsey." His eyes found two golden ones, and then everything went black.
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Angel burst out into the cool LA night, ears still ringing from the horridly loud ringing. He frantically scanned the immediate area, but there was no sign of Lindsey or Angel. He broke into a run, heading towards Hollywood Boulevard. Lindsey often frequented that area, and there was no reason he wouldn't take Xander there. He stopped and sniffed the air. He smiled and turned the other way, running as fast as he could. Drakkar Noir was Lindsey's signature scent, and the man put enough of the stuff on so that Angel could find him anywhere. He turned, and ran behind the building he just left. He turned the corner just in time to see Xander sink to the floor, and he watched in horror as Lindsey kicked him twice in the ribcage. He growled low in his chest, and raced over. He grabbed Lindsey's shoulder, and vamped out. Smiling, he growled out a quick "Hello, Lindsey" before lashing out and knocking the bastard out cold.
He almost smiled as Lindsey sunk to the floor. He would have, too, but he could smell blood, and it wasn't Lindsey's. He turned his attentions to Xander, who was face down on the cold cement. Lifting him into his arms, he surveyed the damage. A small cut marred his cheek, he had a black eye, and a thing ribbon of red issued from his nose. He knew there had to be internal bleeding in the boy's chest. Cradling Xander's head against his chest, he headed towards his car, and towards the hotel.
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A/N: Once again, feedback gets another chapter. Coming up, a small peek into Xander's past. . .