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I'm watching a show on weight loss. Although I really admire the people who have acheived so much and they truly are beautiful, these shows really depress me. I know I could do it... have done it before...

But will power? There has to be a better way...

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gacked from dravenscrow about Angel news....

TV Guide article



While I think the show would benefit from SMG making an appearance because face it, there are some "issues" that deserve to be cleared up, I myself personally don't give a rat's ass if she's there. It wasn't good enough for her to want to do before when asked, maybe they are better off without her.

Besides, IMO, Spike and Angel should just ride off into the sunset together and say "Fuck the Bitch!"

(Sorry, nothing against Buffy, but Sarah pissed me off...)

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And on a better note, _green_ refriended me! Yay!

Discoveries chapter 10

Chapter 10


Angel's hand began tracing circles over Xander's chest, dropping lower with each movement. He whisked fingers over hard stomach muscles, over abs recently flexed from their previous rutting, down to the flaccid cock resting in a dark nest of curls. His index finger slid slowly down the length making it jump and twitch at the touch.

"What's he like?"

"Hmm?" Xander asked leisurely.

"Spike. Tell me about him."

"Why?"

"Well, if I'm going to help you, I need to know some things. What's does he like? What’s he into?"

Xander grabbed and stopped the hand still gently pleasuring him and sat up on the bed.

"What are you planning?"

"Better if you didn't know just yet."

"Am I involved in this little scheme of yours?"

Angel unexpectedly rolled him over, pinning him to the bed with his larger frame.

"You're a major player, Xander. Can't catch the cat without the mouse."

"I guess I'm supposed to be the mouse in this scenario?"

Angel kissed him. "Are you going to let me fuck you again?" He pressed his hips into the other man, casually rubbing penis against awakening penis.

He received a moan and a shake of the head. "What if I said I wanted to fuck you instead?" Xander asked, pushing back.

"I'd say no."

Angel continued to work their erections together, weeping heads allowing for better movement against each other.

"Spike won't do that either."

"Won't? Or doesn't like to."

"Won't. Hasn't. Whatever."

"With you?"

"With anyone, apparently."

Angel silently filed that into memory.

"Some guys just don't enjoy it. Loss of power, I guess."

"And you?"

"Didn't say I don't, just not exactly what I’m in the mood for right now," he purred seductively.

"Mmmm… when you put it that way..."

Angel reached for another foiled packet from the bedside table and quickly sheathed his cock.

"And which way exactly would you like me to put it?"

He received a chuckle as Xander rolled onto his stomach. He slid onto his knees with his head buried into the pillow and wiggled his hips in the air.

"Mmmm, I like the way you think." Angel took the offered ass in his hands and began massaging the cheeks, pulling them apart with his fingers. He let go long enough to bring a middle finger to his mouth, sucking it in, coating it with saliva. He returned to the puckered opening and firmly pushed in. Bending the finger, exploring to find the soft, spongy spot he knew the other man would like, he received a muffled "Fuck!" and smiled.

Xander wrapped his arms around and bit into the pillow under his head. He squirmed and bucked backward, anxious for more. His reward came when another slick finger entered him, scissoring the tight channel to open it.

"I can't wait, Angel. I need your cock."

"Mine? Not Spike's?"

“He’s not here, is he?” he moaned, desperate and waiting.

“And wouldn’t that be interesting…” Angel exclaimed, as he wrapped his hand around his shaft and moved forward, teasing the hole with the tip of the head.

"Oh, god... will you just fuck me already?" Xander pushed back again, trying to impale himself without success.

"Say my name," Angel begged, pulling just out of reach.

Xander bit his lip.

"Say it. I want you to know who's fucking you."

"Angel!"

"Good boy." He slid in, roughly burying his entire length to the hilt.

Xander moaned. Angel moved. They began a steady tempo, Angel ramming forward as Xander pushed back, deepening the angle each time they met.

At the same time, their hands fumbled to Xander’s cock, fighting for dominance. Angel finally won, gripping the hard member firmly in his hand and began stroking with an earnest effort to bring Xander off speedily. He grabbed a thigh with his free hand, using it as leverage to pound harder into the channel expertly squeezing and gripping his cock.

"Spike's an idiot not to want this. I'd fuck you every day, every position, every possible way you could think of..."

Xander's breathing sped, his hands twisting the pillow under him, his teeth biting fiercely to keep his voice from screaming out.

"I'd keep you here, naked. Then I'd come in and fuck you... You'd be bound of course, so I’d come inside your ass, your mouth, wherever I wanted because you'd be tied up and there'd be nothing you could do to stop me..."

Xander moaned and came, spurting streams of thick, milky cum over Angel's hand and onto the bed. Angel followed, yelling his own completion as he erupted inside the other man's body.

Xander collapsed onto the bed as Angel slid out, discarding the used condom.

"You are one sadistic son of a bitch, you know that?"

Angel grinned. "It got you off, didn't it?"

Xander sighed. "What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm here, with you and you really are amazing and everything, so why can't I stop thinking about him?"

"Some people just make an impression, I guess."

"I hardly know him, but since we met, I can't get him out of my head."

"So, what's he do? What's he into?"

Xander rolled over onto his back, letting the air from the fan brush over his heated body. "I think he likes to party, he's into music... has his own band... Other than that, I know he likes to fuck. Does that help with anything?"

Angel laughed. "Everyone likes to fuck, Xander."

"No, I think he pretty much makes a hobby of it. So see? I really don't think I have much of a shot here."

"Give yourself some credit," he noted seductively allowing his eyes to roam downward.

Xander blushed under the scrutiny.

"Okay, so he's in a band, he likes to fuck... what about this other person. He has a boyfriend?"

"Pfft… yeah, right. Try girlfriend."

Angel's brow crinkled. "That's... unexpected..."

”Considering how good he sucks cock, yeah.”

The comment warranted a chuckle. "Alright, first things first. You need to go home and pack. I'm going to be there tomorrow to help you move in."

"It's not much stuff, not enough..."

Angel cut him off. "Just go with it, okay? You want me to meet you at your place?"

"Sure, it's on campus, around noon."

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They arrived in front of Spike's apartment building, Xander overly talkative with jittery anticipation. Deciding to forgo bringing in the heavier items first, they each grabbed a box and headed into the elevator. Xander pushed the button for the top floor and waited, tapping his foot impatiently. Standing in front of the sliding door of the apartment, he took a deep breath, wondering if Spike would be waiting for him on the other side. His hand rose to knock, and then stopped when he realized this was now his apartment too. He slid open the heavy door and walked inside, Angel following closely behind him, greeted by an empty room.

"I guess he's not here," Xander commented, setting his armful onto the floor.

"Hmm, well, I guess we should go ahead and get the rest of your things."

They quickly began trudging up and down, emptying the car and filling the corner of the large room. Xander made his way to the elevator for the last trip and ran face-first into Spike, who was stepping out. Their eyes met and Xander smiled.

"Almost done. Guess you timed that just right."

Spike held up the large, brown paper bag in his arms and dropped the half-smoked cigarette he'd been holding, grinding it onto the floor under his boot.

"Figured I'd get us a little moving-in offering to celebrate."

"Xander, where do you want..." Angel appeared in the doorway and stopped.

Spike frowned. Angel smirked. Xander turned around uncomfortably to the man in the doorway.

A hand was offered to Spike. "Hi, I'm Angel."

The stranger... the person Xander had been drooling and ranting about, the man who'd fucked him over a couch in a dark, music filled room full of fluorescent black lights was standing in his apartment, waiting to be greeted. He glanced at Xander and did the first thing that came to mind. He pretended not to know him and shook Angel's hand. "Spike."