Backfire - Spander Files

was fast and hard and punishing and over very very quickly.
The sucking on Xander’s neck became fangs and he was penetrated again. He came
screaming onto the wall and over Angel’s hand. He felt a cold rush burst inside of
him, then he was warm again like fire, like ash.
When Angel pulled away, the chain that had made an impression in Xander’s chest
was pulled with him, causing them both to stumble and fall, palms on the floor,
gasping for breath.
Fluid was gushing out of Xander. He was bleeding. And not just his neck. He
turned toward Angel, but Angel wasn’t looking at him. He had already pulled his
jeans back up around his hips and was whimpering like a little girl, rolled up in a
ball.
That was when he heard the clapping. “Bloody priceless,” and Spike stepped out of
the shadows.
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Touching
“That looked like fun,” Spike said as his applause died out.
“Fuck you,” was Xander’s witty retort.
“All in good time, little one.” Spike stepped over to Xander. The vampire leaned
down and Xander felt himself being lifted up. He was too tired to protest. Spike’s
touch wasn’t rough. It wasn’t cruel. It was swift and deliberate. Xander was carried
quickly to the bed and laid down on his stomach. The sweat pants were removed
entirely.
Xander buried his face in Angel’s pillow, then hated himself even more for
knowing the smell. He knew Angel’s smell, now. Was it even possible to hate
himself more? Was this really his life now? He just got fucked by Angel. Buffy’s
boyfriend. A vampire. A vampire with a soul. Maybe the soul was gone. Maybe this
was the Angelus that they wrote about in the Watchers‘ diaries. That thought might
actually be a bit comforting. To know that it was really a soulless thing that he had
just had sex with, and not the guy that Buffy was falling in love with. But Xander