Underlined bit's from her fic.
I hate him, I love him
I think I hate him even more now.
The bastard made me love him. I don't know how, I don't know why. Or maybe I do know why.
He wants to lure me into a false sense of security and then...use me as his sextoy. His bum-bottom-boy. What-the hell-ever he wants to call it. Just wants to make me look like a moron or something.
Well, more of one.
I'll go over there and stake his ass and that'll be the end of it. I won't let him follow through with his evil, yet ingenious plan.
Yep. Gonna kill him. Kill him good. Ain't nothing nobody can do about it because...yeah, just gonna kill him.
Getting off topic here, man.
I go to his apartment, knock on the door and wonder of wonders he lets me in.
Without a word, he gestures for me to come inside. It's daunting looking into those dark as...well, anything really dark eyes because they're almost always blank and staring straight into my soul. Like he can see through me, see everything I'm thinking.
God, they make me want to jump on him. Kiss him. Lick him.
Bend over and present my ass for him.
Oh, bad cock. Here it goes. Standing up and saluting the asshole like he deserves the attention.
Another reason to hate him.
Christ, I want him.
"Is there something wrong?" He gets that concerned, frowny look on his face and it just about kills me.
God, he's so fucking hot.
I swallow hard, shoving my hands in my pockets to keep from touching him the way I know I shouldn't want to. "Umm...nope. Just...was in the neighborhood. We never get to talk so...how about them Yankees?"
His stare is blank as always but there's a slight lifting of the corner of his lips. Crap. He's onto me. Abort the mission. Abort before he--
"Xander," he suddenly purrs grabbing my arm and hauling me closer. He slams the door shut and presses me up against it with his body.
Suddenly, I can't breathe. Chest is tight, lungs don't want to pull in the air...great.
"Uh...whatcha doing? Should you really be so--"
His mouth is on mine before I can even finish the thought and I can't think, I can't move...my eyes close, I moan and I let him have his wicked way with me because...because it's him and I want his ass.
Or I want to give him mine.
He grinds his erection into mine, moaning. "Oh, Xander. You took long enough. Thought I'd have to make the first move and...I don't generally do that."
"Buh?" Oh, so intelligent, Xandman. You fucking loser moron. I clear my throat. "Umm...what?"
Brown eyes stare into mine and for the first time I can tell what he's feeling, almost what he's thinking. He pushes a hand through my hair and holds my head back and to the side, lips nibbling along the side of my neck; licking, sucking, biting.
"I can smell arousal, Xander. Every time you're around me you make me hard with your want."
I cough, choking on my own spit. He just looks amused and...well, I'm mortified. I'm a retard. "You--oh crap. Ummm..."
"Say my name. Say it without the hate-filled revulsion just once."
"I don't hate you...you know that."
"Yeah, I know...it's all for show."
He leans closer, my eyes flutter shut. "Oh, Angel..."
He kisses me long and deep. I'm a puddle of Xandergoo by the time it's over and he's the only thing holding me upright because my legs turned into jell-o-filled spaghetti.
I pant hard, staring at him. It's unbelievable. It's gotta be a dream.
And his next words nearly make me cum in my pants.
"I hunger for you. I want you. I want you more than anything, more than I've wanted anything in a long time. I want to fuck you."
Here Endeth the Story
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