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Even Angels Have Needs by The Chesire Cat Disclaimer: This is a fictional work based on the show, "Buffy: the Vampire Slayer." I, the author, have not been paid for this. I write for pleasure. This in no way reflects the attitudes of the actors, owners, and staff of the show that I know of. This is from my mind. It contains m/m sex. If you don't like this or if you are too young where you are to read porn material, LEAVE! I'm serious. I'm not responsible if your mother catches you choking the chicken to this. This disclaimer protects my ass. If you are legal, feel free to distribute this among other consenting adults. All I ask is that you keep my words, title, and writing name the same. Now, you may enjoy... Author's note: All of my stories based on "Buffy: the Vampire Slayer" are going to be a relative continuation of the others. I will make references to the previous ones, so you might want to read those to get a better understanding. This is my second story. My first one is Angel of the Darkness. I plan on writing several more, so just keep checking. Xander was on his way home when he heard shouting. One of the voices definitely belonged to Buffy, and she was mad! The second sounded like Angel. Xander was too far away to make out the words, but it was obviously a relationship issue. Xander smiled at the thought of Buffy dumping Angel. It would leave her free to date. Xander spied Buffy rounding the corner in a storm of fury. Anyone talking to her now was in for a pounding. Angel turned the same corner seconds later, but he headed in Xander's direction. He wasn't really heading for Xander, he was going home. Xander knew where Angel lived and decided to have some fun. If he hurried, he could beat Angel home. Angel stomped up to his door only to see Xander leaning against it with a smug look on his face. Angel snarled. He didn't feel like dealing with Xander. He had enough problems just trying to deal with Buffy. Xander didn't flinch, as Angel approached. "Go away, Xander. I don't feel like dealing with you. I'm already having a bad night." "Aw, what's the matter, Angel? You and Buffy have a lovers' spat?" Xander said in the most sarcastic voice he could. "Just run along home. Little boys can get hurt late at night." Angel pushed his way past Xander and opened the door. He was surprised when Xander actually had the nerve to invite himself in. He sat in Angel's leather recliner, only adding to Angel's anger. "Just tell me what you want, so I can get rid of you." "C'mon, Angel. We both know you it's not what I want. It's what you want. You really need to talk to someone, and quite frankly, you don't have a lot of friends." "I'm supposed to talk to you? Why would I want to? And more specifically, why would you want to? You and I aren't exactly friends." "No, but Buffy's my friend. Now, she's gonna be taking all her frustrations out on everyone near her. If you just dumped her, it would only be temporary, but until you do that, she's gonna be pissed. The faster you two solve whatever, the sooner it'll be better for all her living friends." Angel winced at that last comment. He of all people didn't need to be reminded of what he was. He looked into Xander's eyes, searching for sincerity. Xander made no attempt to hide his attraction for Buffy, and he appeared to be speaking the truth. Angel sighed and sat down. "Do you swear this conversation won't go any further than you and me?" "Give me a break, Angel. I'm a lot of things, but I'm not a gossip. Keeping Buffy's secret should be proof of that." "Our fight was about sex." Xander nearly fell out of the chair. He certainly wasn't expecting this. "What do you mean?" "She won't." "She won't?!" Xander said with shock. He knew what a "healthy" girl Buffy was, and Angel certainly wasn't lacking in his looks. He'd naturally assumed they must have already had sex. "No, and when we started arguing, a lot of thing that shouldn't have, came out." "For instance, I told her that 'at least when I was with Spike, that department was satisfied' and that 'Spike at least was a real lover in every sense of the word.' I told her I have needs and even suggested that if she wouldn't I might have to start seeing Spike again just to get off." Xander did fall out his chair this time. This was more than he'd expected. He never expected Angel to open up this much or about this subject. He knew from what had happened not too long ago that Angel and Spike used to be lovers, but who would of thought Angel would talk about it. As Xander fell, he bumped his his head on the coffee table. Angel rushed to inspect Xander. The bump had stunned him, but it wasn't anything serious. Angel carried Xander to his bed and waited for his senses to return. Xander came around in a few minutes. At first, he thought he was home, but he realized he didn't own silk sheets. He was relieved when he found himself still fully clothed except for his shoes. Angel arched an eyebrow at Xander's inspection. "Just what did you expect me to do? I'm not one to take advantage of someone like that, at least not anymore, and I wasn't going to leave you on the floor." "I know...it's just...I know you like guys too...." "Oh, get over yourself, Xander. You're handsome, but I like willing partners." "Whoa, whoa, whoa....before, I was 'little boy,' and now I'm cute. You're not making a pass on me, are you?" "Just because I said you're handsome, does not mean I'm making a pass on you," said Angel while rolling his eyes. "Yeah, whatever." "Oh, like you've never checked me out." "I have not!" "Bull! Even straight guys size up who they're competing with." Xander thought about it for a moment. It was true. On more than one occasion, Xander had checked out guys if for nothing more than to compare to himself. He didn't consider himself gay, and he could lie to everyone else, but he had a couple of dreams about what it might be like. "So Angel, you mean you wouldn't...I mean...me..." "Oh, I might, but only if you had an interest in me. Let me tell you, I sure wouldn't mind it right now. My hand only does so much." Xander couldn't help but wonder why Angel would masturbate. He could easily have a one night stand with a guy or a girl. "Why don't you just pick someone up?" "Lord, is romance really that far gone?" "Angel, um, can you tell me...um...what's it like...you know..." "Are you talking about sex in general or with a man?" "A guy." "It's different, but it's the same. Some of it is actually better. Men know some basic things all other men want. Men also smell different." "Smell different?" "Yeah. All men have a smell which is typically masculine. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing unpleasant about a woman's smell, but there is a strength to a man's smell. Even as strong as Buffy is, she still smells like a woman." Xander hung on every word. He was definitely curious. Maybe tonight wouldn't be such a loss for Angel after all. He had tons of experiance, and here was a curious, horny, young man. All he had to do was play his cards right. "Does it...hurt?" "A little at first, but pleasure quickly replaces the pain." Xander was motionless on Angel's bed. It was up to Angel to make the first move. He leaned over Xander and gently pressed their lips together. Xander held his breath for a moment, but he soon relaxed. As he did, his lips parted slightly. Angel took advantage of this and slipped his tongue into Xander's mouth. Xander began eagerly returning the kiss. He even started running his hands across Angel's back, but Angel pulled back. "Are you sure you want this?" "I...don't know. I like it, but I'm not gay. I'm really not looking for a boyfriend." "We don't have to go steady or anything. This doesn't have to go beyond the physical." "What about Buffy?" "I love her, but I'm stuck at the peak of my sexuality. I have needs. You do, too." "I'm nervous. I didn't ever even expect to do things like this. I certainly didn't expect to do them with you. We aren't exactly known for getting along." "Don't worry. I won't do anything to hurt you. We'll go slow, and if you don't want to do something, we won't. I want you to enjoy this." Xander relaxed as Angel slid down next to him. He caressed Xander's cheek. Xander leaned forward, and Angel kissed him. The kisses were passionate and gentle at the same time. They took their time exploring each other. Angel moved his kisses to Xander's jaw line. He traced a path to the hollow of his neck and continued, until he reached Xander's shirt. Angel looked up into Xander's eyes. Xander nodded, and Angel began undressing Xander and himself. Soon, they were both naked. Angel moved back up, until he was lying next to Xander. They embraced, licking along each others' lips and jaw lines. Angel continued downward, until he reached Xander's large nipple. He licked at the tiny hairs that grew just around his nipples. Other than those, Xander's chest was almost hairless. As Xander moaned, Angel began sucking hardly on the tit. He broke away and continued his path. Reaching the six and a half inches of meat, Angel breathed in Xander's scent. Next, he began rubbing Xander in his hands. Soon, Xander's cock was at its fully hard seven inches. He ran his tongue up and down the length, until it gleamed wet with spit. He sucked in the large mushroom head and stopped. Angel's cheeks pulled in, as he sucked on the head. Xander began moaning and bucking, needing more, but Angel was going at his own pace. Eventually, he began taking in the rest of the dick. He swallowed it all. With his nose in Xander's pubic hair, Angel began sucking hard and moving his head up and down. Xander was too young to hold it for long. He came in long spurts, and Angel never stopped sucking. Only when Xander went half soft did Angel pull away. Angel crawled up to Xander and let him lick his own cum off Angel's teeth. Xander felt something hard pressed against his thigh. He realized Angel hadn't been satisfied, as he stared at the nine pulsing inches. He wondered if he was expected to suck it. "Angel, what do you want to do about....?" "I've got some lubricant in the lamp stand." "I'm not really sure about this." "Before you decide, hand me the lube and let me show you something." "What are you going to do?" "Just trust me. I won't fuck you, until you ask me to. Once you hand me the lube, turn over onto your stomach and spread your legs." Xander did as he was instructed. He felt Angel spread his cheeks apart and spread lube on his puckered opening. Xander held his breath, as Angel worked a finger into the virgin opening. It hurt a little at first, but soon, Xander relaxed and moaned under Angel's magic finger. It felt good. Xander sighed, as the finger withdrew. "Do you want me to now?" "Yes," gasped Xander, "If it feels half as good as that, I want you to fuck me with that monster cock, but take it easy. This is my first time." Angel spread alot of lube onto Xander's ass and his cock. It was more than he would usually use, but he wanted this to be as pleasurable as possible for Xander. If he was rough, Xander wouldn't heal in a matter of hours like a vampire lover. Once he was satified with the heavy coating of the slick substance, Angel positioned his cock against Xander's hole. He put one hand on Xander's hip and pressed forward. Xander grunted as the head painfully forced its way into the tight hole. Angel paused, until Xander relaxed. It took a few minutes for Angel to fully penetrate Xander. Now he slowly pulled out, until only the head remained. Next, he pushed back in. He went slowly at first, but when Xander's gasps of discomfort were replaced by moans of pleasure, he began thrusting faster and faster into the heat around his prick. He was quickly furiously pounding Xander's ass, his balls slapping against his thigh. As Xander grew hard, Angel began jerking off Xander. Xander wouldn't have lasted long had he not already cum, but even that only held his orgasm off so long. As he shot his load, his ass clenched tight, refusing to let the cock in it go. This sent Angel over the edge, and he dumped himself into the warm bowels. They lay there like that for some time. Eventually, Angel withdrew. They continued dozing, until Xander saw the clock. It was four o'clock in the morning. He jumped out of bed scrambling for his clothes. Angel saw fear in his face and assumed Xander had come to his senses and now regretted what he did. "Angel, I've got to go!" "I understand. It was mistake." "What are you talking about?" asked Xander with a confused look, as he pulled up his pants. "I have to get home and into bed before my parents realize I've been out all night. They go to bed early and trust me to let my self in, but my mom wakes up at six and will check on me. I have to be in bed." "I thought..that you..." "The only mistake is if we don't do this again," said Xander, erasing all of Angel's fears with a kiss. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm in a hurry. I really do have to get home." "I have a car. It's still a couple of hours to dawn. If you want, I can drive you." "Thanks, man. I appreciate it." In a few minutes, they were both dressed and out the door. Angel dropped Xander off. They kissed goodbye, and Angel drove off. He arrived at home with some time before sunrise. Angel sat down in his chair and turned on the T.V. He was watching a rerun, when he noticed Xander's cologne clinging to the leather. It was intoxicating, the youth, the passion. He turned off the T.V. and laid down in bed where Xander had been. Breathing in the smell, he relaxed and fell asleep. * * * * * * * * * * Xander's eyes were bloodshot, as he went about his day. He didn't really become animate, until he met up with Buffy and Willow in the library. Buffy shot him an evil glance. She'd obviously been saying something only meant for Willow, but Xander had a pretty good guess what it was. "Hey, Buffy, Willow. How's it going?" "Lousy. Thanks for asking." "Buffy's upset." "I can see that, Willow. This wouldn't have anything to do with the fight you and Angel had last night, would it?" "How did you know about that? Were you eavesdropping? Spying on me?" questioned Buffy with a tight hold on Xander's throat. "No...Angel...told...me..." Xander managed to croak through. "What?!" asked Buffy in surprise, releasing her hold on Xander. He stumbled and gasped, until he caught his breath. "Angel told me. I was on my way home and bumped into him. He was upset, and I knew you two had a date that night. It wasn't hard to figure out you'd had a fight. I got him to talk about, knowing that the sooner the problem's resolved, the sooner you'll be out of your mood." "What mood?" "The one where you nearly choke your best friends to death." "Oh. That one," Buffy said, looking embarrassed, "Did he tell you what he said?" "Yeah, things people say when they're angry. Like making a comparison and suggestion about a certain former vampire lover of his." "So, what conclusion did you two come too?" "That you may know a lot about vampires, but when it comes to guys, you're like every other girl. Buffy, he's stuck at the male sexual peak. He can't really help having needs." "So, his needs are more important than mine?" "No, but it doesn't make his less important than yours. Look, you had a fight. You both spat out some nasty phrases you didn't mean. He's sorry. Get over it. You both just need to sit down and have a calm discussion, if you are capable of it." "What's that supposed to mean?" "You do have a short temper, Buffy," chimed in Willow, "Angel's the one who's known for being calmer." Buffy sighed and sat down. She decided to go to Angel's just after sunset. That way she could catch him before he went anywhere. * * * * * * * * * * Buffy knocked on Angel's door. When no one answered, she tried the lock. It was open. She made a mental note to talk to him about that. Even vampires shouldn't leave their doors unlocked. She heard the shower going and sat down on the couch that matched the leather chair. She didn't have to wait long, until Angel came out in a towel. "Buffy! What are doing here?!" Angel practically shouted in surprise. Seeing his state of dress, he scrambled to get his robe out of his closet. Buffy couldn't help but stare at the well defined flesh before her eyes. Angel put on the robe and grabbed the outfit he'd laid out. He gave a nervous smile and rushed back into the bathroom. A few minutes later, he emerged dressed. He sat down in his chair and looked to Buffy. "Sorry. You surprised me. I wasn't expecting company, and I didn't think you were talking to me." "Well, I couldn't have gotten in, if you hadn't left the door unlocked. It's a bad habit. You really need to get rid of it." "But what are you doing here?" "We need to talk. I talked to Xander to day. He told me about last night." "Damn him! I knew I couldn't trust him!" screamed Angel in anger, getting up, "What was I thinking? I can't believe it!" "What are you yelling about? He's the one who helped me see we both said things we didn't mean, and that we needed to talk about our problems, not yell." "What exactly did he say to you?" "He told me about how you two talked last night, and you were sorry. I'm sorry, too. I do have a pretty short fuse. He also said I need to be more understanding. You're stuck with your hormones raging, so certain needs are natural. You also need to be patient. I know it's hard, but when I'm ready I'll tell you. Till then, you need to find some way of dealing with it. Now that I've said that, and don't make me say it twice, can we talk." Angel sat down and talked. He had to work hard to keep his inward smile from showing through. He didn't want Buffy to know he'd already found a way to deal with his sexual tensions, and his name was Xander. * * * * * * * * * * Xander walked down the street. He was on his way over to see Angel. They had now been seeing each other like this for exactly one month. It was the perfect arrangement. Angel and Xander were satisfied, and Buffy's date life with Angel was great. Xander was looking forward to this. He had a skip in his step as he came closer to his destination. In his right hand, Xander held a rose. He was really more of a romantic than most people gave him credit for. He even began whistling, as he had less than six blocks to go. He heard footsteps behind him, and someone spoke. "Is that rose for me, you sweet thing?" "Fuck y--*" Xander cut himself off as he spun to see who it was. Spike was standing there. He didn't have his true face on, but there was still a menacing air about him. Spike grabbed him and dragged him into a van. Xander struggled and dropped the rose. Spike climbed in the back with him, while another vampire drove . "Where are taking me? What do you want?" "You can guess where we're going. As for what I want, I want you. Did you think I wouldn't notice your meetings with Angel. He cares about you. He'll come for you, and I'll make him a deal. He comes back to me, I let you live. He doesn't, you die." "Are you crazy? He's in love with Buffy." "Yes, but he still cares for you, and quite frankly, you're easier to hold than Buffy." Xander knew it would be crazy to screw with Spike. Spike might want him alive, but he had nothing against hurting Xander. Soon, the ride was over, and Xander was dragged underground to the lair which was quickly becoming familiar. All he could do was wait. * * * * * * * * * * Angel began to get impatient. He'd prepared a nice dinner for Xander, and he was late. He was never this late. Thoughts raced through his mind. Had he decided he didn't want this anymore? Had Xander been offended by something? What could have happened? Angel grew nervous, as the night grew shorter. By the time he went to check, very little darkness remained. Angel didn't have to go far before he found his answer. A rose was laying on the path Xander took to Angel's place. It even still had some of Xander's cologne on it. Angel looked around. Nothing seemed unusual, except for a stillness in the air. It was as if something had made all the night sounds uncomfortable. Angel hadn't seen this happen since...since the days he and Spike were together. Angel didn't have time to go after him tonight. The sun would be up by the time he'd rescued Xander, and Angel couldn't afford to be trapped down there during the day. He'd have to wait for dusk. * * * * * * * * * * Spike just sat there staring at Xander. He'd told his army to hold all the passages leading to his home. He really didn't need them here. He didn't even need to restrain Xander. Xander couldn't get far, and they both knew it. Xander began shifting uncomfortably under the gaze. "What the hell are staring at?" "You. Sorry. Am I making you nervous?" Spike asked in mock politeness. "Was that a rhetorical question?" "Yes. I'm just looking at Angel's tastes. They haven't changed. He's always liked beautiful, young lovers. You're not as nice as me, but I certainly wouldn't object." Spike was distracted by a chiming clock/radio across the room. He walked over and turned it off. Walking back, he had the most evil grin on his face. "The sun's up." "So?" "Angel won't be coming for a while. He'll wait for sundown. Now, we'll have to find an interesting way to pass the time." Xander was motionless as Spike pulled a jar of powder from his jacket. He poured a little in his hand and forced Xander to inhale it. Xander shook his head, as a buzz hit him. Other than the buzz, he didn't feel any different. "What was that?" "A magic powder. In a few minutes, it'll fully kick in. Doesn't do much. It just removes inhibitions and makes you horny as hell. You'll soon look at me the way you would any attractive stranger. No more whining about not wanting to fuck me. If even a part of you does, you will." "But your evil..." Xander's voice grew thick, as the powder took effect. "Evil? There is only pleasure. You can't deny a part of you wants to rip our clothes off and fuck, until we're both senseless," said Spike, pointing at Xander's erection. "No, I can't." Xander stood up and began removing his clothes. Spike smiled and did the same. Spike led Xander to his bedroom, knowing it would be more comfortable for both of them. Xander couldn't even wait to get on the bed. He pushed Spike up against the wall and began forcing their lips and tongues together. Spike slid his hands and began kneeding the muscles of Xander's firm ass. Spike broke away and looked Xander in the eye. "Does Angel take you, or does he let you take him?" "Both." "Then we'll do both, too." Spike dropped to his knees and began servicing Xander's cock. Like Angel, he swallowed the whole thing. Xander quickly began moaning and thrusting to the rythm of Spike's mouth. Spike knew Xander was close, so he sucked harder, sending the boy over the edge. Not a drop was spilled. Spike stood up and led Xander to the bed. Xander started to roll onto his stomach, but Spike stopped him. He produced a tube of gel from under the bed and spread it on his cock and Xander's ass. He pulled one leg over each shoulder and pressed forward. He wasn't as gentle as Angel, so Xander winced in pain a little longer. Before long, the pain was replaced by the familiar pleasure of being fucked up the ass. Xander even began screaming orders to Spike. "C'mon, Spike! Faster! Harder! I want that big dick to pound my ass! Pound it!" Spike was glad to oblige. He began pumping as fast as he could. Xander was becoming sore under the fucking, but he just kept urging Spike on. He began pulling his own prick to the thrust. They went on for quite some time. Spike had the supernatural endurance of a vampire, and Xander had the fire of youth. Soon, it was too much for both of them. They came in unison, Spike in Xander's hot, tight ass and Xander onto both of their stomachs. Spike withdrew and fell onto Xander, but they weren't through. Xander wriggled out from underneath Spike and got behind him. He used his own cum to lube himself up. In one thrust, he penetrated Spike. Spike was in heaven. He hadn't been so savagely fucked since Angel. Xander was pulling all the way out except for his head and slamming back in. Soon, they both came together, once more. As they lay their on the sheets and in their juices, the powder began to wear off. Xander looked at Spike with embarassment and shame. Spike just smiled back and lightly kissed Xander on the lips. Xander recoiled and got up. "Alright. You don't want to play anymore, but for being a good boy, there's a shower in the other room. We'll get our clothes and take one." "We?" Xander said, backing away. "Yes. I need one, and someone has to keep an eye on you. Not that you'd get far, but I do hate to have to bother. It's non-negotiable, but I promise to keep my hands to myself...mostly." They both knew Xander didn't have a choice. Feeling ashamed, he was easy to manage. He and Spike showered, and Spike left Xander alone, except when he needed his back washed. Clean and dressed, they went back into the main chamber. Drusilla came out to wait with Spike. They talked, and Xander sat quietly. It continued this way for the rest of the day. * * * * * * * * * * Buffy entered the library and saw Willow talking to Giles. They both looked very worried. Buffy looked around, feeling something out of place. Xander wasn't here. "What's going on guys?" "It's Xander. He never came home last night. His parents called me, looking for him this morning," said Willow, fear in her voice. "Giles?" "Nothing I can find. No rituals, spells, alignments. Nothing." Buffy had to sit down. They knew this was the hell mouth. Things happened here, but they never thought it would happen to one of them. Willow tried to keep from crying, but a few tears fell. "It must be Spike. He's doing this to get to me." "What if he..." "No! It can't be. Spike is probably holding him hostage. I'm gonna face him, tonight." "Aren't you forgetting something?" asked Giles. "The tunnels are a maze. I'm sure Spike got rid of your trail, so there's no way to get to the lair, unless Spike comes for you." "Yes there is.....Angel. Willow, Giles, I need you to help me prepare." "Buffy, if it is Spike, this is a trap," reminded Giles. "I know, but that won't stop me. Now, I have to get ready." * * * * * * * * * * Buffy arrived at Angel's place just after sundown. The lights were off, and the door was locked. Buffy knocked several times, but no one answered. Had Angel been taken, too? She tried the window and found it unlocked. She slid the glass which had been painted black up and crawled inside. She looked around and found that the shower had been used less than an hour ago. Angel was alright, but she had no idea where he was. Knowing he was her only hope of getting Xander, Buffy sat down to wait for his return. * * * * * * * * * * Angel had left right at sundown. He made his way quickly to the lair. Guards were posted, but none of them stopped Angel. This was a good thing, because Angel only had four stakes. He arrived at the lair and was greeted by Spike, Drusilla, and Angel. "Welcome home, Angel," Spike said with a smile. "Why?" "I told you why. Dru and I need you back." "Let him go, Spike." "I will, if you do as planned." "What's to stop me from killing you?" Angel asked, pulling two stakes out. "The guards. Neither of you would get out alive, but I have a proposal. You and I are men of our word. You agree to stay down here with us and be our lover again, Xander goes free. You don't agree, I make Xander one of us. Either way, I win. You see, Xander is wonderful in bed. I could cope with having him around." Angel looked at Xander in pain, knowing Spike had probably used that powder he liked. "Alright. I'll stay, but that's all. I won't kill or join your army." "I want your word. Say it." "You have my word, but I want yours. Swear Xander won't be hurt by you or your vampires. He goes free and I see he's never bothered, again. If he is, I'll fight, until you two are or I am dead." "I swear it." "Angel...you can't..." Xander protested. "I can and I have." Spike called in a couple of vampires who led the protesting Xander out and to the surface. "It's good to have you back, Angel," Spike said, "But where are my manners? You must be hungry." "I won't kill." "Like I said before, you don't have to." Spike kissed him, feeling Angel tense. He pulled back and frowned a little. Spike shrugged and cut open his own wrist. Angel was hungry and didn't refuse. He drank of Spike, until his thirst was gone. Then, Spike led him to the bedroom. To be continued in the next story...When Angel's Fall. P.S. You can e-mail comments about any of my stories to Maddhatcat@aol.com. It is the one I have set aside for your feedback. All of my stories will be written under the name, The Chesire Cat. Enjoy!