Backfire - Spander Files

“No!“ He finally screamed out for the first time. But he barely heard his own voice,
and he wasn’t entirely sure if he said it out loud.
For just a moment Xander tried to tell his body to relax and maybe it wouldn’t hurt
so much, but Angel wasn’t giving him enough time to make any kind of decision.
He could feel the ripping of his skin and muscle and it was wetter now, but blood
didn’t make the best lubricant. He just felt sticky.
And somehow he managed to feel every part of this. He felt it more than he had felt
with Spike earlier that evening, and that allowed him to be angry on top of the fear
and pain.
His ears started working again and he heard screaming, quickly realizing it was his
own. And Angel kept pounding. Xander was being torn apart and he could do
nothing but lay there and feel it. His eyes were closed. He couldn’t bear the thought
of seeing Spike right now. He just felt it. And screamed.
For a brief moment, Xander wondered if he would meet Cindy in heaven anytime
soon, then quickly realized that he would be going no where near heaven. Hell had
a special place reserved for him. Was it worse than this?
It didn’t end. Would it ever end? Was he going to die in this kind of pain? Maybe
this was the hell he had expected. Maybe he was already dead and this was going to
be his routine for all of eternity. He somehow realized that, until that moment, he
had never been fucked by a vampire before. Sure, he had had sex with Angel and
Spike. And Spike had fucked him in game-face, but that was nothing. That was just
sex. This…this was death.
Oddly, he didn’t notice when it was over. Angel simply wasn’t there any more.
Xander heard movement around the room, but it seemed insignificant. His eyes
opened without him asking them to. Spike’s expression hadn’t changed, but now he
was looking at Xander.
Suddenly, Angel was pressed down over Xander’s back, mouth too close to his ear.
The whisper that came next was wrapped in odd heat and stale cigarette smoke. It
was not Angel’s familiar breath.