Backfire - Spander Files

Xander saw his own fear and anger mirrored back at him in Angel’s face. Then a
mask was slipped over the vampire’s eyes and Xander saw nothing. No fear, no
anger, no emotion. Suddenly, brown eyes shifted to gold, and Angel was biting.
Xander didn’t see him move. Just felt the fangs in his neck.
For a moment he was thankful. This was what he wanted, wasn’t it? Wasn’t it? The
bite. His body was waiting for the end. The punch line. But wait. That’s what his
body wanted. To die. He didn’t want to die. This wasn’t right at all. Need the bite so
much, but can’t die.
“Stop, Angel,” Xander tried to make the words sound harsh. “Stop, now.”
Angel pulled out of Xander’s throat, brown/black and gold eyes meeting again.
They were both hyperventilating. Xander pressed his impossibly hard cock into
Angel, meeting the same hardness on the other side of Angel’s jeans.
“Not yet. I need more. You need more.” Xander let go of Angel’s wrists and moved
his upper body away to take in all of Angel’s vampire features. “Make me not die.”
Angel brought his hands up, rattling the chain connected to the wall, and gripped
Xander’s shoulders. Xander closed his eyes and whispered, “Make it happen.”
Then Xander was facing the wall. Bare chest pressed into the chain that ran
diagonally across his body, still connected to Angel’s right wrist. He didn’t feel the
sweat pants come down, but they were around his knees now. He felt rough jeans
rub against his ass, and hard lips suck on the fresh wound on the left side his neck.
His blood was screaming. “Angel,” he heard himself say. He pounded a palm
against the wall in front of him. “Fuck.”
The jeans and lips were suddenly pulled away. Xander heard the click of a belt
buckle. He turned his head to the left slightly and the corner of his eye caught Angel
shoving his jeans to just below his hips.
His brain then captured the next few things, but refused to process them, like zoning
out during a filmstrip in school. He felt a hand put a bruise hold on his hip. He saw