Part: (11/?)
Writer: Az K Mello
Summery: A first date at the movies.
Pairing: Angel/Xander SLASH
Warning: mega angst. Buffy bashing, don't read it and don't flame. I've warned you, only idiots don't read the liner notes and then bitch.
Placement: soon after the Dark Age. This is in fact in the middle of What's My Line? But that story line won't happen.
The rest can be found here: at my web group or at ff.net
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It was odd. The night was warm and clear. They had packed the car up with the things from Angel's apartment that they would need for the trip and then parked two blocks for Sun Cinema. And as they walked along they kicked a stone between them and talked. It was like a real date, a real first date. It was as though they had never slept together. They were happy in each other's presence and looking forward to going away. If anyone had seen them they would have thought they were a perfectly normal couple, except for the fact that they were both men, but after all that wasn't so odd. No one would have thought that there was 226 years between them.
Angel was in seventh heaven. To have Xander there, to have Xander want to be there: it was a dream come true. He was careful not to touch the boy, he knew that seventeen year olds were touchy about their sexuality. . . mortals were touchy about their sexuality. What he didn't want was to make things hard for Xander. The boy could rule where this was going. He smiled as a warm hand slipped into his. He squeezed gently and rubbed the mortal's hand. It all felt so good. He wanted this touch to last forever. He had meant it when he said that he wanted Xander by his side for all times. But he wouldn't push for it, he would make the boy want it. But in the back of his mind a small voice was saying, "You're gonna let him be around Dru unmarked? Are you mad?" He agreed with that voice as he eyed Xander's neck. A pale column of beautiful flesh. How would the youth feel about being claimed? Would he resent Angel? Would he feel used or somehow emasculated? Angel feared scaring the boy, Xander Harris wasn't exactly known for his composed disposition. He was as skittish as a horse when it came to matters of the heart. And Angel couldn't bear the idea of forcing the boy into something he didn't want.
"Angel, not that I have a problem with it but why exactly *are* you eyeing up my neck?"
Sighing Angel said, "If I told you I wanted to put a claim mark on you what would you say?" Xander stopped in his tracks and turned to his companion. "I'm just worried about staying with Drusilla," Angel thought he saw brief pain cross Xander's eyes but then it was gone. What did the boy want him to say? "I don't know how best to protect you from her. And the only way I know you'd be completely safe is if you were claimed. No vampire would touch you, not even one as mad as Dru."
"Ok." Xander sounded somewhat dejected.
"Really?" Angel was surprised that the boy would so quickly agree. "Are you sure?"
"If you need to do it to make sure I'm safe I can't find a fault with it." Xander spoke breezily as they walked though he felt his legs might go out any minute. Angel wanted to put a claim on him? Well, holy smokes, Batman! But why did he want it? Because he wanted Xander? No, because he wanted to keep Xander safe. He knew it was ridiculous he knew he should just be content with the fact that the vampire gave a damn about his well being. But for three whole seconds he had felt the world fall from beneath him. . . and then been crashed back into it.
Looking at the boy's face Angel could tell there were things that weren't being said out loud. How was it that he could read this boy so easily yet Buffy had left him at a loss? Around the slayer he had acted like an idiot, he had thought that it was just that she was human and that he wasn't. That all of their emotional hurtles had been caused by his *lack* of human emotions. Around her he had felt stunted, that he was somehow inadequate and lacking. He had never known what she thought or how best to act. But he *wasn't* lacking, everything he had with Xander proved that. With Xander he burned, surely what he felt for Xander, the intensity and fervor of his love would qualify as a true pure emotion. Things were easier with the boy. It was saying something when a relationship started with a spell and the pending threat of rape was easier than one with a sixteen year old girl. But he understood Xander. And he was pretty sure the boy understood him. He didn't like the look that Xander's face was sporting. He couldn't figure it out and that was unsettling he was supposed to be able to do that!
"It doesn't have to mean anything if you don't want it to. Unless you claim me as well it isn't real. It's just protection. This isn't permanent or anything. Ok?"
Xander's mouth went dry but he nodded. Wow, had Angel just told him that it was nothing? Had he been assuring the boy or himself? Well who the hell would want to tie themselves to Xander "Zeppo" Harris for eternity? It could be said in a moment of lust but once everything was calm it was easy to see that Xander was nothing amazing. "You don't need to explain I read the Watchers' Diaries. I know all about bonding."
"That's good. You know what you're getting into. So you're ok with taking that first step? I mean, I know it must be scary and I won't pressure you into anything. No matter what you decide in the long run. . . I mean, even if you don't want me forever. . . I always be here for you when you need me." A light went off in Xan's mind. Angel was desperate for it but treading gently! He was giving Xander space! He *did* want him. "You can take as long as you like. . . It's not as though I'm going anywhere, and I know it's a big decision. I mean you're mortal, and seventeen and it would be brash to just go, 'hey great idea! I've always wanted to be married to a vamp for eternity!' To know that you would even consider it is great."
"Angel?"
"Yeah?"
"Would it be ok if I threw you up against that wall for a quick necking?" asked Xander with a leer.
"I think I would be alright with that." Angel smiled as he hit the wall and was assaulted by a hot mouth. He pulled the mortal closer as Xander's leg slid between his. Groaning he damned himself for denying this pleasure for too long, forget about his hundred years of celibacy, he had spent the last two years at the side of a girl who *didn't* make him burn. "Xander?" he moaned as the boy pulled back to breath.
"Um-hum?" gasped the boy.
"Do you want to go to that movie or just to Spike's?" Xander thought for a moment and then Angel answered for him, "One more snog and then we'll go buy tickets." He nodded as if to agree with himself and pulled the boy back to him.
"Well, well, well." A voice drawled behind them and Xander flinched. And Angel had been trying do hard not to make him uncomfortable. "Xander Harris," the big blonde man-child said with a smirk. "Is that your boyfriend?"
"No, Larry," Xander said sarcastically, "He just asked me for directions and I couldn't resist throwing him against the closest flat surface. What do you *think*?" Angel laughed into the boy's neck. He could smell the slight traces of fear, there was no doubt that this kid had at some point beaten Xander up, he was just the type. And yet did that stop Xander from making his trademark comments? Of course not. DIRECTIONS: open mouth, insert foot, repeat as desired. USE: to get one both in and out of trouble. He loved the innocent mortal so much.
Larry's eyes suddenly became serious, "Good for you, man." He smiled kindly and walked away.
"That was odd," Angel said with a laugh as he pushed himself away from the wall and towards the theater. "So I'm your boyfriend?"
"No, I'm pretty sure you were asking me how to get to The Espresso Pump."
Angel laughed and slipped his hand into Xander's back pocket. It was all so fucking easy. . . so when was the other shoe going to drop?
Writer: Az K Mello
Summery: A first date at the movies.
Pairing: Angel/Xander SLASH
Warning: mega angst. Buffy bashing, don't read it and don't flame. I've warned you, only idiots don't read the liner notes and then bitch.
Placement: soon after the Dark Age. This is in fact in the middle of What's My Line? But that story line won't happen.
The rest can be found here: at my web group or at ff.net
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was odd. The night was warm and clear. They had packed the car up with the things from Angel's apartment that they would need for the trip and then parked two blocks for Sun Cinema. And as they walked along they kicked a stone between them and talked. It was like a real date, a real first date. It was as though they had never slept together. They were happy in each other's presence and looking forward to going away. If anyone had seen them they would have thought they were a perfectly normal couple, except for the fact that they were both men, but after all that wasn't so odd. No one would have thought that there was 226 years between them.
Angel was in seventh heaven. To have Xander there, to have Xander want to be there: it was a dream come true. He was careful not to touch the boy, he knew that seventeen year olds were touchy about their sexuality. . . mortals were touchy about their sexuality. What he didn't want was to make things hard for Xander. The boy could rule where this was going. He smiled as a warm hand slipped into his. He squeezed gently and rubbed the mortal's hand. It all felt so good. He wanted this touch to last forever. He had meant it when he said that he wanted Xander by his side for all times. But he wouldn't push for it, he would make the boy want it. But in the back of his mind a small voice was saying, "You're gonna let him be around Dru unmarked? Are you mad?" He agreed with that voice as he eyed Xander's neck. A pale column of beautiful flesh. How would the youth feel about being claimed? Would he resent Angel? Would he feel used or somehow emasculated? Angel feared scaring the boy, Xander Harris wasn't exactly known for his composed disposition. He was as skittish as a horse when it came to matters of the heart. And Angel couldn't bear the idea of forcing the boy into something he didn't want.
"Angel, not that I have a problem with it but why exactly *are* you eyeing up my neck?"
Sighing Angel said, "If I told you I wanted to put a claim mark on you what would you say?" Xander stopped in his tracks and turned to his companion. "I'm just worried about staying with Drusilla," Angel thought he saw brief pain cross Xander's eyes but then it was gone. What did the boy want him to say? "I don't know how best to protect you from her. And the only way I know you'd be completely safe is if you were claimed. No vampire would touch you, not even one as mad as Dru."
"Ok." Xander sounded somewhat dejected.
"Really?" Angel was surprised that the boy would so quickly agree. "Are you sure?"
"If you need to do it to make sure I'm safe I can't find a fault with it." Xander spoke breezily as they walked though he felt his legs might go out any minute. Angel wanted to put a claim on him? Well, holy smokes, Batman! But why did he want it? Because he wanted Xander? No, because he wanted to keep Xander safe. He knew it was ridiculous he knew he should just be content with the fact that the vampire gave a damn about his well being. But for three whole seconds he had felt the world fall from beneath him. . . and then been crashed back into it.
Looking at the boy's face Angel could tell there were things that weren't being said out loud. How was it that he could read this boy so easily yet Buffy had left him at a loss? Around the slayer he had acted like an idiot, he had thought that it was just that she was human and that he wasn't. That all of their emotional hurtles had been caused by his *lack* of human emotions. Around her he had felt stunted, that he was somehow inadequate and lacking. He had never known what she thought or how best to act. But he *wasn't* lacking, everything he had with Xander proved that. With Xander he burned, surely what he felt for Xander, the intensity and fervor of his love would qualify as a true pure emotion. Things were easier with the boy. It was saying something when a relationship started with a spell and the pending threat of rape was easier than one with a sixteen year old girl. But he understood Xander. And he was pretty sure the boy understood him. He didn't like the look that Xander's face was sporting. He couldn't figure it out and that was unsettling he was supposed to be able to do that!
"It doesn't have to mean anything if you don't want it to. Unless you claim me as well it isn't real. It's just protection. This isn't permanent or anything. Ok?"
Xander's mouth went dry but he nodded. Wow, had Angel just told him that it was nothing? Had he been assuring the boy or himself? Well who the hell would want to tie themselves to Xander "Zeppo" Harris for eternity? It could be said in a moment of lust but once everything was calm it was easy to see that Xander was nothing amazing. "You don't need to explain I read the Watchers' Diaries. I know all about bonding."
"That's good. You know what you're getting into. So you're ok with taking that first step? I mean, I know it must be scary and I won't pressure you into anything. No matter what you decide in the long run. . . I mean, even if you don't want me forever. . . I always be here for you when you need me." A light went off in Xan's mind. Angel was desperate for it but treading gently! He was giving Xander space! He *did* want him. "You can take as long as you like. . . It's not as though I'm going anywhere, and I know it's a big decision. I mean you're mortal, and seventeen and it would be brash to just go, 'hey great idea! I've always wanted to be married to a vamp for eternity!' To know that you would even consider it is great."
"Angel?"
"Yeah?"
"Would it be ok if I threw you up against that wall for a quick necking?" asked Xander with a leer.
"I think I would be alright with that." Angel smiled as he hit the wall and was assaulted by a hot mouth. He pulled the mortal closer as Xander's leg slid between his. Groaning he damned himself for denying this pleasure for too long, forget about his hundred years of celibacy, he had spent the last two years at the side of a girl who *didn't* make him burn. "Xander?" he moaned as the boy pulled back to breath.
"Um-hum?" gasped the boy.
"Do you want to go to that movie or just to Spike's?" Xander thought for a moment and then Angel answered for him, "One more snog and then we'll go buy tickets." He nodded as if to agree with himself and pulled the boy back to him.
"Well, well, well." A voice drawled behind them and Xander flinched. And Angel had been trying do hard not to make him uncomfortable. "Xander Harris," the big blonde man-child said with a smirk. "Is that your boyfriend?"
"No, Larry," Xander said sarcastically, "He just asked me for directions and I couldn't resist throwing him against the closest flat surface. What do you *think*?" Angel laughed into the boy's neck. He could smell the slight traces of fear, there was no doubt that this kid had at some point beaten Xander up, he was just the type. And yet did that stop Xander from making his trademark comments? Of course not. DIRECTIONS: open mouth, insert foot, repeat as desired. USE: to get one both in and out of trouble. He loved the innocent mortal so much.
Larry's eyes suddenly became serious, "Good for you, man." He smiled kindly and walked away.
"That was odd," Angel said with a laugh as he pushed himself away from the wall and towards the theater. "So I'm your boyfriend?"
"No, I'm pretty sure you were asking me how to get to The Espresso Pump."
Angel laughed and slipped his hand into Xander's back pocket. It was all so fucking easy. . . so when was the other shoe going to drop?