Title: My So-Called Life
Author: Sarah
Feedback: Love it, please leave it. . .positive or negative
Pairing: Teenage angst!Angel and a coupla OCs
Word Count: 1,003
Rating: Let's go for NC-17 'cause of sexuality and language
Genre: Angst
Summary: Angel starts to see her life for what it is
Notes: Again, written as backstory for my RP. This one just kinda jumped out and wrote itself and Inner Angel wouldn't shut the hell up 'til it was done
Special Thanks: sflynn for rocking my socks off
Spoilers: None, really
Warnings: Sex and lotsa language. Young Angel's got a mouth on her.
Disclaimer: I don't own her, I don't direct her. She does whatever the hell she wants.

"You ok?" he asked as she coughed a little. Her head had been stuffy for days, and she couldn't seem to shake this cough.
"Fine," she answered, nodding curtly. "Just a cold. You ready?"
"Uh, yeah," he replied, a hint of nerves playing on the edge of his voice.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Whatever," he said, the nerves still clear.
She rolled her eyes. "You want a blowjob, handjob, wanna fuck me, what?"
"Wanna. . .wanna fuck you," he said, tentatively.
She couldn't help it, she chuckled a little at his fear. "I'm not gonna hurt you," she told him. Sighing, she shook her head and pulled her underwear down, flipping up her skirt. "Fucking straight guys," she grumbled, not without humor. She heard his zipper go down and stuck her ass out, waiting for him. When he didn't push into her right away, she looked back over her shoulder and saw him wearing a condom, lubing himself up. She smiled a little. "Thanks," she said quietly, catching another cough in her hand.
"For what?" he asked.
"The condom, the lube," she said.
"Doesn't everybody. . ." he started.
"No," she said abruptly, interrupting.
"Oh," he replied. "Sorry."
She shrugged. "You gonna do this?"
"Umm. . .yeah," he replied, taking hold of her hipbones. "You're hot," he commented.
She rolled her eyes again. "Thanks," she sighed, annoyed.
"No, I mean your skin. It feels hot. You sick?"
"I told you, just a cold. Just do it already." She pushed her ass back, trying to get him started. The sooner he started, the sooner it'd be over.
He pulled her closer and pushed in, giving her a moment to relax. Grateful, she forced her muscles to unclench, willing herself to relax, knowing it hurt less when she didn't fight back. She could tell he was waiting for her and she nodded, a small smile on her lips. "Ok," she told him, quietly, her breath coming in short gasps. She felt him pull out and push back in again, but instead of going away from it, trying to find anywhere else to be than where she was, she realized it almost felt good. She was confused, she hadn't thought it was possible that being fucked like this could feel good. And it didn't, not quite, but as he pushed into her, she began to see that there might be something else; some other kind of life than what she'd known so far. Being a headliner in a drag club at barely 18 with men lined up to fuck you for money in back alleys had turned out to be as grim a life as she could imagine. She felt his rhythm start to speed up, his thrusts becoming sloppy, and she reached down and covered his hand with her own against her own better judgement. He came hard, his body shaking and collapsing against her back. "Fuck," he groaned as he pulled out of her and pulled off the condom. "Can see why guys pay a lot for you," he murmured into her ear. Sighing, she turned toward him, her hand outstretched. He pulled up his pants and pulled out his wallet. "Know I told Pietro $150," he said, digging through his wallet and pulling out some cash. "But. . ." as she prepared to fight him, he thumbed through the cash and counted out five 50 dollar bills. "we don't have to tell him about the extra hundred, do we?" He smiled at her and put his finger under her chin. Tilting her face towards his, he gently kissed her lips and she smiled a little. "Thanks," she whispered, completely taken by surprise.
"You're worth it," he told her, almost tenderly.
Biting her lip, she watched him go, then pulled up her underwear and headed back into the club. She gave Pietro the fifty that he demanded and kept the other four fifties tucked into her shoe. Still sniffling, she half-limped back into the dressing room for her purse.
"Angel, that you?" she heard a familiar voice speak up.
"Yeah, China," she called back.
"Just get done?" the older drag queen called.
"Yeah," Angel called back.
"Well come here, I want to talk to you."
Angel picked up her bag and trudged wearily back to China's personal dressing room. The sick old queen never performed anymore, but she had her own room here because Pietro had been in love with her for years and had promised her she'd always have a place with him. Angel had heard the story at least ten times.
"Jesus, Angel," China said when she caught sight of the younger drag queen leaning against the doorway. "You ok? Come here."
"I am here, China, what the fuck you want?"
"Have you been using condoms?"
"Sometimes," Angel rolled her eyes, sick of the same old lecture.
"Angel-girl what did I tell you? Every time!"
"China, you know lotta guys pay more without 'em. Now why the fuck d'you call me in here?"
"Heard you coughing," China said. "How long you had that cough?"
"I don't know," Angel replied, annoyed. "Coupla weeks, maybe. Why?"
"Ang, I think you better head down to that clinic, get your ass tested."
"Christ China, it's just a cold!" Angel whined. "Stop acting like it's the end of the world."
"Come here," the older drag queen demanded.
"China, I'm going home," Angel protested.
"Girl, get your ass over here right now before I gotta get off mine and drag you over here." Sighing heavily, Angel did as she was told and moved closer to China, who placed her hands on Angel's cheeks and her forehead. "Girl!" China exclaimed. "You're burning up. If you don't go down to that clinic I'm gonna kick your ass, clean up your blood, and take it down there myself."
"All right," Angel groaned. "I'll go, I'll go. First thing tomorrow. Now I'm dragging my ass off to bed. Good night, China."
"Night, Angel-girl. First thing."
"First thing," Angel agreed, grudgingly.