Title: I Finally Remembered You. Part 3 – Daydreams & Manly Screams
Author: Xanfan27 R/NC-17 for future chapters
Pairing: Xander/Angel
Summary: AU futurefic. Slash. Xander, not Buffy, had gone to see Angel in "I Will Remember You" Years later, he finally keeps his promise.
Spoilers: All of BtVS & Ats
Warnings: M/M, mild language, more in future chapters
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Words in Italics indicate thoughts.
Warm hands ghosted reverently over his body, stopping to caress here and there and Oh God Yes there. A hot tongue lapped at the pulse point at his neck. His back arched when blunt teeth scrapped across his throat.
"Do that again!"
"You liked that, did you?"
"Hell yes, I liked that. Now, do it again!"
"My pleasure."
"I'm pretty sure it'll be mine, now shut up and DO IT AGAIN!"
A dark chuckle filled the air just before those wonderful teeth scraped across his neck again.
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
"Xander, are you coming down for breakfast?" a young voice asked through the door.
"I'll be there in a few minutes," he called back.
Xander scrubbed a hand over his face and tried to work up the energy to get out of bed. Another one of those damn dreams. Like the others, except he always needed a cold shower after this one.
Or a warm shower, with the massaging setting on the showerhead pointed at that one spot and his hand covered in shower gel and …
Best not go there, especially since he was expected at breakfast in a few minutes. Best think of something else. Baseball stats, isn't that what he was supposed to think about? Yeah baseball stats, damn, he didn't know any baseball stats. Football, yeah football, he would think of football. American or European football. Didn't matter, he didn't know stats for either one.
Damn, he really needed to make guy friends.
Okay, what is the most horrible thing he can think of? That's it, works every time. Shopping mall, day after Christmas, with Buffy, Dawn, & Willow. Who could keep a hard-on while thinking of that horror?
Xander stumbled out of bed and into his bathroom. He emptied his bladder, washed his hands, & brushed his teeth. He finally looked into the mirror and once again, was surprised to find only one eye looking back at him.
He remembered Angel's look of shock the evening before. Guess no one had bothered to tell him about Xander's eye. Maybe they thought he wouldn't care.
Speaking of Angel, Xander remembered the funny feeling he had gotten in his stomach, at seeing the dark haired vampire. There it was again, that feeling in his stomach, just thinking about Angel. What was it? The old attraction? It felt odd, yet strangely familiar. Like maybe, longing and sadness, mixed together. Where did it come from?
Soon, a very familiar feeling emanated from his stomach, pulling him from his Angel like brooding. A feeling very different from the one he had been thinking on. The growl that accompanied it, reminded him of his priorities. Food, in massive quantities, needed to be consumed, post-haste.
Post-haste, and Giles thinks I don't pay attention when he talks.
Xander grabbed his eye-patch from the counter and adjusted it over his empty socket, and then pulled on a long-sleeved t-shirt to accompany the sweatpants he had slept in, and left his room; to make his way downstairs.
Xander, never one for a great deal of personal reflection and introspection, promptly forgot about his dream and Angel feelings, as he paid heed to one thing that really mattered, his stomach.
Several hours later, after breakfast and lunch, and three cat-fights (one over clothes and two over bathroom time), two "major" emergencies over broken doors (teenage girls with super strength, slamming doors after a temper tantrum, luckily he kept spare doors on hand for just such occasions) and Xander was back to installing the new cabinets in the training room.
Xander lost himself in the comfortably familiarity of manual labor and let his mind wander.
Warm hands ghosted reverently over his body, stopping to caress here and there and Oh God Yes there. A hot tongue lapped at the pulse point at his neck. His back arched when blunt teeth scrapped across his throat.
"Do that again!"
"You liked that, did you?"
"Hell yes, I liked that. Now, do it again!"
"My pleasure."
"I'm pretty sure it'll be mine, now shut up and DO IT AGAIN!"
A dark chuckle filled the air, just before those wonderful teeth scraped across his neck again.
Xander was jolted from his day dream by the feeling of a hammer impacting his thumb. He immediately stuck the digit in his mouth, cursing around the injured extremity.
That would teach him to daydream.
Wait, daydream? Since when did he have THOSE dreams during the day? While he was still awake?
Xander could still here the voice from the dream and feel the teeth on his skin.
Wait! He remembered this time! Cool. Why did the voice sound familiar? Why did the voice sound masculine?
Xander knew he was attracted to both guys and girls, but, this was the first time he had a naughty touch dream about a guy.
Xander went to touch the place on his neck where the dream teeth had scraped, and was instantly, painfully reminded why his dream had been interrupted, when his abused thumb came in contact with his neck.
Xander didn't scream like a girl, really he didn't. It was more of a manly yelp. Okay, okay, he screamed like a little girl in knee socks and pig tails, but it really hurt.
An instant later, Xander felt an odd feeling in his stomach, followed by a dark chuckle. A chuckle that was oddly reminiscent of the one from his daydream.
He whirled around, to find Angel standing in the doorway, smirking at him.
What the hell? Why does Angel remind me of my dreams? Why does he make my stomach feel all fluttery? Did I just use the word "fluttery?" That's it, I am officially a chick. Have I mentioned how I really need some guy friends? Now, what was I freaking out about?