Part 16: Old Friends
Knew it when he came out of the head and felt the tickle
of cool air on the back of his neck. He was reaching under
his jacket for a weapon when a hand clamped down on his neck
and threw him through the broken door.
He barely managed to get his hands up in time to keep face
from slamming face-first into the alley wall. Before he could
register anything besides oh shit! a firm cool body had molded
itself along his back and held him there, trapped.
His own fucking fault, if he’d just gone home after
they’d dumped the vamp at Mrs. Summers instead of coming
to the Joker at one in the morning to hang out with the other
losers still looking for someone to hook up with, he’d
wouldn’t be in this mess.
His skin crawled as the vampire sniffed at his neck. “Just
fucking get it over with, OK?!” he mumbled. There was
a snort of amusement and then the weight at his back was gone.
He turned around on shaky legs and froze when he saw who was
leaning nonchalantly against the opposite wall his mouth twisted
“Xander.” It always caught Larry off guard that
he looked just like he’d looked two years ago, except
for the tight leather pants, tighter plain black t-shirt,
and the whole cool thing.
He is so very fucking dead.
“Hey Larry, how ya doing?” Xander asked. Larry
didn’t answer. “Nice job at the factory. I didn’t
see you, but you were there right?”
He’d lie, but he didn’t think it would make much
difference, so fuck it. “Yeah. I was down in the caves.”
Which meant that he couldn’t have dusted Willow, but
Larry kinda doubted it would make much difference to Xander.
“Like I said, nice job. Fearless Leader’s still
feeling the sting from that.”
“Y’know, I haven’t seen anyone from our
class for a long time. Kinda miss them.”
“Shouldn’t have killed so many of them then.”
Xander shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. Ever wonder why I
didn’t kill you?”
“No.” He walked towards him, slowly. Showing
off all that vampiric grace. Why the hell did the monsters
have to be so pretty? “I remember you watching me in
gym. Caught you checking me out, staring at me… not
that I knew what it meant. Just figured you were thinking
about beating me up again.”
Larry winced. He really was sorry about the beating Xander
up thing, God he’d been an asshole back then. Before
the Master rose and he realized that the odds were against
him living long enough to get or use a football scholarship;
so to hell with staying in the closet. This isn’t really
Xander, but -- “Sorry.”
“Yeah?” Xander closed the distance between them
in an eyeblink and Larry was trapped again between the brick
wall and the vampire’s equally unyielding body. Xander
pinned his Larry’s elbows, looked up at Larry and grinned.
Holding his gaze he deliberately ground himself into Larry’s
Larry tried to heave him off but he might as well have tried
benchpressing a bus. He heard the sinister crackle as Xander’s
face changed. Larry braced himself as Xander leaned in and
pressed his mouth to his throat. Larry tensed, but the bite
didn’t come. Instead Xander let him go. Larry stood
frozen as he deftly undid his fly and slid his hand inside.
Larry shuddered as cool fingers took hold of his cock but
the warning pinprick of teeth on his throat stilled him. Xander
pulled him out into the night air and leaned back so he could
study his catch. “Yeah, that’s the one,”
he said dropping gracefully to his knees. Larry’s brain
fizzled as Xander’s cool tongue slid around and over
his cock, tasting. “Yum,” he said smacking his
lips. He looked up into Larry’s eyes, human again, sixteen
forever, his dark eyes glinting in the shadow between their
bodies and Larry felt all the blood in his body rush head
south. Xander bent his head again, his cool mouth taking him
in, all of him. Held him there in his fucking throat, soft
and slick and inhumanly accepting and Larry thinks that not
only is he dead he’s a fucking pervert because the thought
of teeth it only made him harder.
Xander’s mouth and tongue and throat worked Larry’s
flesh until he shook and his knees dissolved and the hands
pinning his hips to the wall are the only thing keeping him
on his feet as he’s wound tighter and tighter, brought
to the brink and then pulled back, over and over until he
was near tears, till he was begging out loud for it to end.
Until Xander at last has mercy. He sealed his lips and sucked
hard and Larry howled as his orgasm shot out of him and Xander
gulped it down.
Larry slumped as Xander stood. Sparks were still flickering
at the edge of his vision and he felt like he’d been
turned inside out, in a good way. Xander leaned against him
and he looked into Xander’s face and saw the demon but
he was past feeling anything much besides tired.
“Give a brother a hand?” Xander whispered cool
fingers wrapping around his wrist and moving his hand to his
crotch. He hissed when Larry clutched at the hardness sliding
underneath the leather. Clumsily he unzipped Xander and as
his cock sprang out into his hand the vampire moved closer
to him with a little groan, nuzzling at his chest. Larry started
to stroke him, starting slow and steady. “Yeah. Harder,”
he groaned as he thrust demandingly into his fist. Silk over
steel, he felt like anyone else, except cooler and the harder
he clenched his hand and the rougher his strokes are the better
by the way Xander bucked and ground into his hand. Larry’s
hand was starting to cramp and he knew it had to hurt. Maybe
that was the whole point, he thought as his other hand dug
into the bricks.
Finally Xander groaned and slammed Larry into the wall as
he came. He rested his head against the bigger man’s
chest for a long moment before stepping back.
“Thanks man,” he said as he tucked himself away.
Larry carefully wiped his hand off on his jeans, the dulled
acceptance he’d felt since being dragged outside was
starting to wear off. He was thinking about going for the
stake that was still tucked into his back pocket when Xander
grabbed him by the collar and shook him.
“Hey, wake up dude. You don’t want to sleep here.
C’mon, I’ll walk you to your car.”
Larry stared. “Uh. OK.”
Xander walked along beside him talking about High School,
about missing friends while Larry waited for the rug to be
pulled out from under him. Skin itching in expectation of
the sucker punch, the trip, that would send him sprawling
while Xander laughed.
Then they were at his car. Larry carefully removed his keys,
pressed the remote. Waited.
Xander stepped back. “So, cool seeing you Lar, see
you again sometime?”
“Yeah.” He could feel the relative safety of
the car calling to him, but he didn’t dare make any
sudden moves. He opened the car door, and wasn’t surprised
at all when a hard hand fell on his shoulder and turned him
Xander kissed him hard and fast, shoved something into Larry’s
hand and then he was gone.
Larry was home, safe, before he looked at the note Xander
had handed him. “The Master’s new digs are at
Posted 20 March 2004