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he crossed the room. It was like living with a two year old.<br />
And Angel loved to exude his Sire-authority over Spike, although it was clear that<br />
Spike didn’t give a flying-fuck. The little vampire never did anything he was told<br />
and would sometimes just punch Angel in the back for simply walking across the<br />
living room. The two of them were constantly black and blue. The moment one<br />
wound would heal, they would give each other another. It was like living with a two<br />
year old and his four year old older brother. Yep, Xander was an official babysitter.<br />
And he didn’t even get paid for it.<br />
Angel didn’t touch Xander. Except for one hand on his hip, one hand on his cock,<br />
his dick in his ass, and his fangs that ripped through the Angel-scar. One or two<br />
times a day, they would both just start to feel it at the same time and go to the bed,<br />
Xander on his hands and knees with Angel behind him.<br />
Xander would take off his shirt to expose the Angel-scar, and would lower his jeans<br />
just enough for comfortable access. Angel would simply lower his trousers to just<br />
below his hips. It was quick and dirty and very slimy because Angel would use a lot<br />
of lube. A lot. He would prepare Xander with no more than two scissoring fingers.<br />
When his cock went in, cold fingers would wrap around Xander’s dick and the<br />
stoking met with the thrusts. The bite and orgasm would come quickly after, and<br />
Xander would go to the bathroom to clean up leaving Angel to do so on the bed.<br />
They had a heavy investment in sheets that were replaced at least twice a day. The<br />
washing machine was always running.<br />
And it was pleasurable sometimes. Angel never aimed for it, but he would<br />
occasionally hit Xander’s prostate (a part of his body that Spike was kind enough to<br />
show Xander with a probing finger one day). But mostly it was routine and<br />
necessary. He felt like they were an old married couple just going through the<br />
motions.<br />
A minor-apocalypse kept them apart for two days once, and they didn’t even make<br />
it to the bed. Or the apartment. Angel had taken him over a park bench using such<br />
an over abundant amount of spit, that Xander could have sworn he felt more spit<br />
rather than come run down his legs on the way home. It was gross.<br />
Sometimes both Xander's scars would burn at the same time. It didn’t happen often,