Midnight in the Garden of Evil
Chapter 14
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But the silence was
unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
Edgar Allen Poe
The Raven
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Ripper ran his fingers
through the red hair of his protégée, who was sprawled on her stomach across
the bed. Poor thing was exhausted
after the hours he’d spent on her initiation into fleshly pleasures.
Like the magick coursing through her slim frame, she took to the new
experience like a duck to water.
A gloating leer passed
over his handsome features as one hand squeezed her ass cheeks before he
reluctantly pulled away and slipped out of bed.
The death of the
vampiress, Dru, wasn’t too much a hardship as he’d never been particularly
fond of the unstable demon. But,
Angelus, on the other hand, was a different matter entirely.
He was a wildcard Ripper hadn’t foreseen when he’d concocted this
whole plan, even if it had meant getting rid of the pussy-whipped, oh-woe-is-me
ensouled vampire. He just hoped now
that the demon was back in charge, Angelus would turn his back on Sunnydale and
leave Ripper to enact his joint plan with Spike.
But if the vampire wanted
to see who had the bigger stones…well, Ripper would be more than happy to
oblige.
Now that Sunnydale’s
do-gooders had seen the light, he could drop the old duffer act.
Crossing to the closet, he selected a midnight blue silk shirt and soft
black suede jeans and slipped them on; his heightened senses reveling in the
sensuous touch on bare skin.
Ripper walked out into the
main area and frowned at the scene before him, the red eyes of his inner demon
sparking angrily. Apparently,
Angelus was a roistering psychopath with no respect for other people’s
belongings – something that would have to be remedied, and soon.
The vampire needed to
learn his place, or else he’d be following Dru’s dusty path.
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Before he went hunting for
his wayward offspring, Angelus made a stop at the local shopping mall.
Unconcerned that said mall was closed, he easily broke into the place –
pausing momentarily to snack on the rent-a-cop – his heels clicking on the
pseudo-marble floor echoed in the deserted building.
Xander obediently followed in his wake, unwilling to rile his sire any
more than he already was.
Stopping first at a
leather goods store, the elder vamp quickly forced the lock and found some
decent pants to replace the dowdy, nondescript, pair he’d sported as Soulboy.
Starting to feel like his former self, he left the shop to find a shirt that
fit. Spying a maroon silk that was
much more his style, he eagerly tore off the tee borrowed from Spike.
Unfortunately, its tight fit meant it had stuck to his healing wounds, so
in ripping the offending garment over his head, several reopened causing fresh
blood to dribble down his bare chest.
“Fuck!” Angelus
growled, “If any of this gets on my shirt….”
The scent of sire’s
blood hit the fledgling hard, and in an instant he vamped out.
Not willing to incite another beating just yet, Xander struggled
desperately to bring his bloodlust under control before the elder vampire
noticed – managed to succeed just as Angelus turned around and regarded the
younger.
“Boy, get yourself over
here,” he commanded.
Xander rushed to comply,
standing before the other with his head bowed in submission.
The fledgling stared, transfixed at the blood dripping down the other’s
chest, and gasped in surprise when his sire’s hand gripped the back of his
head and brought his mouth towards his body.
He braced his hands on the
elder vamp’s hips for balance as his tongue darted out in anticipation of such
a treat, and he let out a groan when his tongue lapped at the first trail of
blood he encountered. The rich,
succulent flavor flooded his mouth, and Xander was unable to prevent the groan
of pleasure that escaped his lips, couldn’t prevent the instant erection that
throbbed painfully against the confines of his jeans.
His tongue traced the blood until he reached the gash, gently lapping at
it until the healing properties of his saliva started to close the wound.
“Nice job, boy,”
Angelus rumbled huskily. It had been
too long since he’d had a good fuck – the orgy-fest with Darla, Dru, and
Spike during his pre-soul days coming to mind – and the actions of his new
childe was a forceful reminder of his self-imposed abstinence, as he grew hard
within his brand new leather pants.
Images of the two blondes
going at it as he dangled in front of them flashed before his closed eyes as his
childe’s raspy tongue made quick work of cleaning the spilt blood from his
pale chest.
The lapping motion
suddenly stopped, and Angelus opened his eyes to gaze down at the fledgling
staring up at him with a worshipful expression, poised, as if he was waiting for
orders. A smirk… as if to say why
not. No sense searching for Spike
when there was a much more interesting proposition practically begging for it in
front of him.
Still gripping him by the
hair, Angelus hauled Xander closer so that he could claim a searing kiss.
Growling forcefully as the younger vamp whimpered with lust, he ravaged
the fledgling’s mouth, nicking the younger’s tongue and sucking the blood
into his mouth. Xander was weak with
desire, would have collapsed were it not for the iron hold that was keeping him
upright. As it was, the younger vamp
just barely managed to hold on as Angelus worked his arousal to fever pitch.
The kiss ended as abruptly
as it began, and Xander found himself spun around and shoved face first against
the wall. He alternately keened and
moaned, as first his hard cock was ground into the wall followed by the thrust
of his sire’s erection against his ass. In
a blink, his shirt was gone, and if he’d needed to breathe
he would have forgotten how, as his sire’s naked chest pressed against his
back.
Fangs pierced his neck and
shoulders, producing a hiss of pain-filled pleasure from Xander’s lips, the
smell of blood provoking his demon to spring forth.
But blood was momentarily forgotten when his jeans were wrenched open and
shoved down, letting his cock spring forth and bounce against his stomach.
He eagerly toed off his shoes and stepped out of the jeans, kicking them
aside as Angelus growled in his ear, “Spread ‘em.”
The younger vamp did as
requested with such haste that the elder chuckled slightly, reaching round to
give the other’s cock a quick stroke as reward.
“Gimme some lube,
boy,” he whispered and put his fingers before the other’s mouth.
Xander opened his mouth,
sucking on his sire’s digits to wet them.
He whimpered when they were pulled away, but his eyes nearly crossed with
pleasure when he felt one circle his sphincter before plunging through the tight
ring. In and out his finger went
until a second joined the other, and then a third – stretching his passage in
preparation.
Then those were removed
and moments later a rasp of a zipper as it was lowered filled the air, and the
younger vamp felt something larger pressed against his opening.
A gravelly murmur, “Mmmm… prime virgin territory … I’d
forgotten…” then the sudden invasion as Angelus rammed home.
Xander howled in delight as his anal passage was filled by his sire’s
girth and tried to move to increase the other’s penetration, but was held
firmly in place against the wall.
“Maybe not a virgin
after all, eh boy?”
Xander didn’t comment,
unwilling to incite the elder vamp’s ire that he’d been fucked, and often,
first by Drusilla and then by Spike. Both
taking part in the role of Sire over the orphaned fledgling.
Pain fuelled the rising
pleasure, spreading from his ass to his cock as Angelus started to thrust,
slowly at first as his body relaxed, then increasing in speed as Xander
hesitantly pushed back in response. When
his sire’s cock brushed his prostrate, he nearly came against the wall.
Angelus kept him pinned as
he fucked relentlessly; grunting and growling as he neared completion, something
Xander wasn’t far from himself. He’d
never imagined such sensations existed – it was almost too much to bear; he
jerked desperately… harder… so close. When
his sire gripped the base of his length to stall any orgasm, Xander nearly wept
with frustration. He needed to come,
his body drawn tight in agony.
The slapping of bare flesh
in the deserted store increased to a frenzied pace. The first stirrings of
Angelus’ climax gripped his body and he gave himself over, spurting his
release deep in Xander’s passage. Beneath
him, the younger vampire whimpered at being denied his own climax until he heard
his sire’s voice in his ear just moments before his hand released his
vice-like grip on his cock and started sliding up and down.
“That’s my boy.
You can come now,” Angelus bade the other in his heavily accented voice
as he continued to pump his childe’s cock.
Xander needed no further urging and he jerked wildly into those knowing
hands, but it was the fangs in his shoulder that sent him over the edge as at
last he ejaculated all over the wall in front of him.
Utterly replete, he sagged against the wall as his sire pushed himself
off. He felt the fangs withdraw
before a wet tongue licked at the puncture marks.
“Sire,” Xander hissed,
the stirrings of renewed desire gripping his body.
“Not now - maybe later,
after we find my misbegotten family and teach them a lesson they’re sorely in
need of.”
Xander sighed and sulkily
pushed away from the wall to don his jeans and shoes before walking over towards
one of the racks to grab a replacement shirt.
Turning, he watched as the elder vamp slid into the maroon silk he’d
been eyeing earlier and licked his lips in appreciation at the broad expanse of
chest.
Angelus glanced upon his
childe, smirk evident upon his features, at the others appraising look.
As a human, the boy’s sense of fashion had been dire – it seemed
becoming a vamp made him take more effort with his appearance.
It wouldn’t do to have the pup running around looking like geek of the
month.
After shifting his head
from side-to-side and cracking his neck, Angelus quickly led the way out into
the night to search for Spike and Buffy.