Backfire - Spander Files

Xander pressed his cheek into Angel's and whispered.
"Don't move for a second. Feel it. Feel how warm I am. Feel how my muscles can
contract around you…like that." Angel made a grunting noise as Xander squeezed
him. "Feel how you fit into me and how my body molds to you. Like it? Like it,
Angel?"
"Yes," Angel whispered back immediately. "But gotta move, now. Can I move now,
please?"
Xander smiled against Angel's ear. "Well, since you asked so politely. Move."
Angel didn't need to be told twice. His thrusts were wicked fast, like before, but
seemed to be less frantic this time. He made a point of brushing Xander's fun-spot
with every push in, sending Xander to happy-land and keeping him there for an
indeterminate amount of time.
Xander had no clue how long they lasted. It seemed forever, and he was enjoying
every minute of it. He liked the coolness of Angel and how he could feel the
vampire's skin warming up with the friction. At one point, Xander wrapped his
fingers in Angel's hair and forced the vampire to look him in the face.
And at that moment, he finally saw something other than deadness in Angel's eyes.
It wasn't life, but it was perhaps the promise of life. Not quite happiness, but
something less than anger. Contentment was the word he would use, if someone had
pressed him to describe it.
They were still looking at each other when they felt their climaxes coming. Xander
watched as Angel's features shifted to vampire and was fascinated that he could still
see the contentment in the gold eyes that he had seen in the brown.
Angel moved his head to rest his mouth near Xander's left collarbone, over the
Angel-scar. It was the first time the vampire had touched him from this angle since
the mark was first made. He sucked slightly, then scraped fangs over the mark. He
quickened the movement of his hips and the thrusting became pounding.
Xander heard his own mouth start babbling; something he had never done with