Title: Pieces of You (5/?)
Author: Beach Blonde Babe
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...
Distribution (I forgot this in all the other chapters *sheepish grin*) Want. Take. Have. Let me know.
Feedback: Please? Pretty please? With a cherry on top?
A/N: 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!) Pretty much AU canon, if that makes sense. Everything that happened on the show, happened here, only other stuff happened at the same time.
Ch 5
Angel held Xander close to his chest, the boy still writhing, struggling, now screaming "Daddy, no! Please, stop!" in between sobs. Angel stroked him gently, held tighter to him, silently cursing the bastard for whatever he did to him. How could that monster do this to his own flesh and blood?
Xander gave one last small whimper, and went limp in Angel's arms. Angel laid him back down onto the bed gently, and went to get a towel. Wetting it and wringing it, Angel patted down Xander's face, brushing away errant dark curls. He was still frowning, but Angel knew that the worst had passed. He sat down on the bed next to Xander, and voiced his thoughts out loud.
"Xander, what happened to you?"
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"C'mere! I wanna show you something!"
"What is it, Jess?"
"You'll see."
"Shouldn't we get Willow?"
"Nah, I don't think she'll like 'em very much."
"What're you looking for, man?"
"Oh! Found 'em! These."
" . . . Jesse . . . These are . . . you have . . . holy cow! These're dirty magazines!"
"Neat, huh? My dad threw 'em in the trash, 'stead of the recycling thingie. I took them out to recycle 'em, but then I saw what they were. What're we waiting for? Let's read!"
"Oh my God"
"Yeah."
"Oh my God."
"Yeah."
"EEEEEEEEEEWW!!! That's a guy!!!"
"What're they doing?"
"Why would anyone want to do that?"
". . . Hey Xan?"
"Yeah Jess?"
"Wanna try that?"
"EEW! No!! . . . Do you think it'll hurt?"
"She doesn't look like it hurts."
"Well, if it hurts, I'm stopping."
"Okay. . . . Ack! Xan! Watch the teeth!"
"Sorry."
"Oh wow. This is. . . whoa."
"Gah! What is that stuff!"
"I dunno!! It just . . . came out!"
"How was it?"
"Whoa. Wow. It was . . . whoa."
"Will you do it to me?"
". . . Nah. Let's go play some Nintendo."
". . . Okay Jess."
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A/N: Aww...poor Xander. More feedback, more fiction!
Next Chapter: More Jesse and Xander, and Angel shopping!
Author: Beach Blonde Babe
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...
Distribution (I forgot this in all the other chapters *sheepish grin*) Want. Take. Have. Let me know.
Feedback: Please? Pretty please? With a cherry on top?
A/N: 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!) Pretty much AU canon, if that makes sense. Everything that happened on the show, happened here, only other stuff happened at the same time.
Ch 5
Angel held Xander close to his chest, the boy still writhing, struggling, now screaming "Daddy, no! Please, stop!" in between sobs. Angel stroked him gently, held tighter to him, silently cursing the bastard for whatever he did to him. How could that monster do this to his own flesh and blood?
Xander gave one last small whimper, and went limp in Angel's arms. Angel laid him back down onto the bed gently, and went to get a towel. Wetting it and wringing it, Angel patted down Xander's face, brushing away errant dark curls. He was still frowning, but Angel knew that the worst had passed. He sat down on the bed next to Xander, and voiced his thoughts out loud.
"Xander, what happened to you?"
________________________________________________________________
"C'mere! I wanna show you something!"
"What is it, Jess?"
"You'll see."
"Shouldn't we get Willow?"
"Nah, I don't think she'll like 'em very much."
"What're you looking for, man?"
"Oh! Found 'em! These."
" . . . Jesse . . . These are . . . you have . . . holy cow! These're dirty magazines!"
"Neat, huh? My dad threw 'em in the trash, 'stead of the recycling thingie. I took them out to recycle 'em, but then I saw what they were. What're we waiting for? Let's read!"
"Oh my God"
"Yeah."
"Oh my God."
"Yeah."
"EEEEEEEEEEWW!!! That's a guy!!!"
"What're they doing?"
"Why would anyone want to do that?"
". . . Hey Xan?"
"Yeah Jess?"
"Wanna try that?"
"EEW! No!! . . . Do you think it'll hurt?"
"She doesn't look like it hurts."
"Well, if it hurts, I'm stopping."
"Okay. . . . Ack! Xan! Watch the teeth!"
"Sorry."
"Oh wow. This is. . . whoa."
"Gah! What is that stuff!"
"I dunno!! It just . . . came out!"
"How was it?"
"Whoa. Wow. It was . . . whoa."
"Will you do it to me?"
". . . Nah. Let's go play some Nintendo."
". . . Okay Jess."
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A/N: Aww...poor Xander. More feedback, more fiction!
Next Chapter: More Jesse and Xander, and Angel shopping!