Title: Pieces of You
Author: Beach Blonde Babe
Summary: Xander needs help, Angel provides it
Pairing: A/X
Rating: Very hard R, for man to man pre-naughtyness
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: Yes! Yes! God yes! Give it to me! Please!
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.
SorryIDontWrite - We're the ones who should be sorry. You have an amazing eye for details, and you'd make an amazing writer. Thanks for your reviews. Everyone else, pay attention to his/her review. It's how all reviews should be!
Ch. 6
Angel, after tucking Xander in one more time, headed down to the kitchen on the first floor. He wanted to have something ready by the time Xander got up. He searched through the pantries for anything he had left, and realized that that amounted to five packets of blood and a box of macaroni and cheese. He sighed, acknowledging that it had been a while since anyone visited him. Time to go shopping. Good thing there was a Vons down the street from the hotel. It took him all of five minutes to drive down there.
Imagine, if you will, a vampire, dressed all in black, pushing a shopping cart filled with twinkies, ding-dongs, ho-hos, and everything necessary to make a large breakfast in the morning, lunch in the afternoon, and dinner at night. He smiled at the checkout girl, pitying her for having to work the graveyard shift. He loaded all the stuff in his car, and drove back to the hotel. It made him anxious to leave Xander alone right now, but Angel knew he would be hungry. And in pain. *Crap. Angel, you are such an idiot sometimes.* He'd forgotten to get something for the pain. He threw a u-turn, drove across the city, made a quick stop at a building that wasn't supposed to exist, and headed back to the hotel. He dropped everything in the kitchen, and ran up to his room. He burst through the door, fully expecting Xander to be in the throes of another nightmare. Instead, he was asleep. He was still grimacing, but he was fine otherwise. Angel heaved a deep sigh of relief, and went back to the kitchen to start breakfast. The sun would be up soon, and hopefully, so would Xander.
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"Are you sure you want to do this?" Jesse looked at Xander, fear apparent in his caramel eyes. He placed a hand on Xander's cheek, forcing him to meet his eyes.
"I . . . Yes. More than anything." And it was true. He wanted Jesse. In all his fifteen years, he had never wanted anything more. He leaned up and kissed Jesse softly on the lips. Jesse moaned against his skin, leaving Xander with goose bumps.
"God . . . Xan." Jesse trailed off, instead choosing to deepen the kiss, pressing his tongue insistently against Xander's lips, until they finally parted, allowing him to taste his best friend. Xander mewled, and he wrapped his arms around Jesse's back. He couldn't touch him enough. He needed him to hold him, to love him. He could feel Jesse, hard against his belly, and that only made him harder. "Are you ready?" Xander could have melted at all the concern in Jesse's eyes. Xander kissed him again, letting him know without words. "Oh God." He lifted Xander's shirt, running his hands over Xander's warm flesh. Inwardly, he cringed. Xander's skin was marred with heavy scars, left by his bastard of a father. He pushed the thought out of his mind. Xander would see how truly beautiful he was.
Xander had never felt anything like this. Jesse seemed to be everywhere, kissing him, touching him, letting him feel. He felt him undo his jeans, and slide them down, along with his boxers. He heard, more than saw, Jesse undo his own pants, and slide them down. He gasped at the sensation of Jesse against him, without the barrier of clothing. Jesse was hard, pulsating against him. He felt Jesse spin him around, and he bent over, waiting for him. Jesse put one slick finger against Xander's entrance, and Xander moaned, low and deep.
"Here goes nothing." And Jesse slipped the finger inside of him. Xander just about screamed, biting his lip to stop it from escaping. If his father heard . . . . He brushed the thought aside, instead focusing on Jesse. Jesse was . . . everything Xander wanted to be. He was strong, he had a family who loved him. He was sturdy, stable. And he really cared for Xander, despite those times when they were younger, and he had felt used. Now, Jesse looked at him as a lover, as well as a best friend. And Xander was truly in love. He moaned as Jesse put another finger back there. Must have been a little too loud, because he heard a door slam open. Grabbing Jesse's hand, he pulled his love out, and threw him into the closet. He whispered through the doors "Jess. I love you. You have to stay in there." He choked back a sob, and continued. "No matter what happens, no matter what you hear, stay in that closet and don't make a sound. I love you, Jesse." And he turned around in time to see his door swing open. His father stood there in his underwear. *At least he has something on.* Xander pushed those thoughts out of his mind as his father slid his briefs down to the floor, and pushed Xander down onto the bed.
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A short time later, Xander, bruised and battered, pulled Jesse out of his closet. Jesse tumbled out, tears in his eyes. He wrapped both arms around Xander, holding him close.
"Shit, Xan. If I had ever known that it was that bad . . . . I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry." Jesse helped Xander clean up, and they snuck back to Jesse's house together.
The next day, school started, and the boys met Buffy Summers, and everything changed.
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Ookay. This was my last pre-written part of the story, so updates are going to be far between. I swear, there really will be some A/X goodness in the next chapter. This is the last Xander-memory for a while. Please, review, and leave some constructive criticism.
Author: Beach Blonde Babe
Summary: Xander needs help, Angel provides it
Pairing: A/X
Rating: Very hard R, for man to man pre-naughtyness
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: Yes! Yes! God yes! Give it to me! Please!
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.
SorryIDontWrite - We're the ones who should be sorry. You have an amazing eye for details, and you'd make an amazing writer. Thanks for your reviews. Everyone else, pay attention to his/her review. It's how all reviews should be!
Ch. 6
Angel, after tucking Xander in one more time, headed down to the kitchen on the first floor. He wanted to have something ready by the time Xander got up. He searched through the pantries for anything he had left, and realized that that amounted to five packets of blood and a box of macaroni and cheese. He sighed, acknowledging that it had been a while since anyone visited him. Time to go shopping. Good thing there was a Vons down the street from the hotel. It took him all of five minutes to drive down there.
Imagine, if you will, a vampire, dressed all in black, pushing a shopping cart filled with twinkies, ding-dongs, ho-hos, and everything necessary to make a large breakfast in the morning, lunch in the afternoon, and dinner at night. He smiled at the checkout girl, pitying her for having to work the graveyard shift. He loaded all the stuff in his car, and drove back to the hotel. It made him anxious to leave Xander alone right now, but Angel knew he would be hungry. And in pain. *Crap. Angel, you are such an idiot sometimes.* He'd forgotten to get something for the pain. He threw a u-turn, drove across the city, made a quick stop at a building that wasn't supposed to exist, and headed back to the hotel. He dropped everything in the kitchen, and ran up to his room. He burst through the door, fully expecting Xander to be in the throes of another nightmare. Instead, he was asleep. He was still grimacing, but he was fine otherwise. Angel heaved a deep sigh of relief, and went back to the kitchen to start breakfast. The sun would be up soon, and hopefully, so would Xander.
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"Are you sure you want to do this?" Jesse looked at Xander, fear apparent in his caramel eyes. He placed a hand on Xander's cheek, forcing him to meet his eyes.
"I . . . Yes. More than anything." And it was true. He wanted Jesse. In all his fifteen years, he had never wanted anything more. He leaned up and kissed Jesse softly on the lips. Jesse moaned against his skin, leaving Xander with goose bumps.
"God . . . Xan." Jesse trailed off, instead choosing to deepen the kiss, pressing his tongue insistently against Xander's lips, until they finally parted, allowing him to taste his best friend. Xander mewled, and he wrapped his arms around Jesse's back. He couldn't touch him enough. He needed him to hold him, to love him. He could feel Jesse, hard against his belly, and that only made him harder. "Are you ready?" Xander could have melted at all the concern in Jesse's eyes. Xander kissed him again, letting him know without words. "Oh God." He lifted Xander's shirt, running his hands over Xander's warm flesh. Inwardly, he cringed. Xander's skin was marred with heavy scars, left by his bastard of a father. He pushed the thought out of his mind. Xander would see how truly beautiful he was.
Xander had never felt anything like this. Jesse seemed to be everywhere, kissing him, touching him, letting him feel. He felt him undo his jeans, and slide them down, along with his boxers. He heard, more than saw, Jesse undo his own pants, and slide them down. He gasped at the sensation of Jesse against him, without the barrier of clothing. Jesse was hard, pulsating against him. He felt Jesse spin him around, and he bent over, waiting for him. Jesse put one slick finger against Xander's entrance, and Xander moaned, low and deep.
"Here goes nothing." And Jesse slipped the finger inside of him. Xander just about screamed, biting his lip to stop it from escaping. If his father heard . . . . He brushed the thought aside, instead focusing on Jesse. Jesse was . . . everything Xander wanted to be. He was strong, he had a family who loved him. He was sturdy, stable. And he really cared for Xander, despite those times when they were younger, and he had felt used. Now, Jesse looked at him as a lover, as well as a best friend. And Xander was truly in love. He moaned as Jesse put another finger back there. Must have been a little too loud, because he heard a door slam open. Grabbing Jesse's hand, he pulled his love out, and threw him into the closet. He whispered through the doors "Jess. I love you. You have to stay in there." He choked back a sob, and continued. "No matter what happens, no matter what you hear, stay in that closet and don't make a sound. I love you, Jesse." And he turned around in time to see his door swing open. His father stood there in his underwear. *At least he has something on.* Xander pushed those thoughts out of his mind as his father slid his briefs down to the floor, and pushed Xander down onto the bed.
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A short time later, Xander, bruised and battered, pulled Jesse out of his closet. Jesse tumbled out, tears in his eyes. He wrapped both arms around Xander, holding him close.
"Shit, Xan. If I had ever known that it was that bad . . . . I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry." Jesse helped Xander clean up, and they snuck back to Jesse's house together.
The next day, school started, and the boys met Buffy Summers, and everything changed.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Ookay. This was my last pre-written part of the story, so updates are going to be far between. I swear, there really will be some A/X goodness in the next chapter. This is the last Xander-memory for a while. Please, review, and leave some constructive criticism.