Oz was loading the last of the music equipment in to his van, the amp. He
heard a strange sound, and turned around, only to see darkness (cliché?). He
suddenly felt his hold on the amp slipping, and it was about to crash to the
ground, when he saw two hands reach under and catch it. The mysterious
person with the hands set it in the van roughly, Oz looked up to see his face.
Oz backed away quickly, not sure where to go. It was a large abandoned
parking lot (cliché?), belonging to the abandoned warehouse (cliché?) that
the Dingoes practiced in.
Angelus quickly had him pinned up against the brick wall of the warehouse.
He grabbed on to his loose T-shirt, and bunched it up, getting right in his
Oz was scared, and not sure what to say.
"Uhhh, hi Angel," He managed to creak out, weakly.
"You have a secret," Angelus said, his face right next to Oz's. He felt the
boys warm breath on his neck.
"Nope, I have no secrets, my life is an open book. See, I'm readable," Oz
"Drusilla can see things, she said there was something very special about
you. I think she explained it as your being "embraced by the moon"," Angelus
said, he slid his tongue in to Oz's ear , Oz's eyes went wide, "You're about
to be embraced by something completely different."
Oz's eyes went even wider, as Angelus nipped at his ear.
Angelus crushed his body even more in to Oz's, and Oz felt Angelus erection
through his tight leather pants.
Oz squirmed, trying to break loose, but Angelus was much stronger, and held
him pinned. Angelus reached his large hands down, and he worked at the
zipper...he got impatientl, so he just pulled them down roughly, along with
Angelus slipped his hands around OzŐs back, and cupped his butt. Oz felt
himself becoming aroused, surprisingly, and silently yelled at himself to
not be (cliché?).
Angelus pinned Oz's chest down with one arm, as he began to free his
now-huge erection form his tight, restraining, leather pants (cliché?). Oz's
eyes went wide, yet again, at the size of the vampires cock. Angel looked at
Oz, and his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Aren't you going to scream, or say something like 'get away from me you
sick bastard'?" Angel asked, looking at Oz, whose only response so far was
wide eyes and a little squirming. He was accustomed to a bit of a fight.
"Umm, stop, please don't?...how's that?"
"Yeah, it'll do." Angelus lost the heavy black coat, and got back to it.
Angelus grabbed Oz by his ass again, roughly, and crushed his mouth down on
the young boy's. His tongue charging in to Oz's mouth. There tongues
wrestled briefly (cliché?). Angelus sucked Oz's tongue in to his mouth, and
nipped it. His mouth began to fill up with his blood, and he sucked on it
hungrily. Mmmm, tongue blood.
Angelus got a bit tired of the Pre-show though, and withdrew from the kiss,
which had apparently lasted longer than heŐd thought, because Oz was
gasping for air.
He turned Oz around, and Oz braced himself for what was about to happen when
he felt Angelus' hard cock against his ass. Angelus was about to enter, when
he decided not to be so cruel (rare). He licked his fingers, and stuck them
in the tight passage. One finger, and then another, and then he slid a third
finger (cliché?). Oz groaned a bit...oh good, a reaction.
After a few seconds, Angelus was satisfied, and he withdrew his fingers.
Angel guided his cock to Oz's tight hole, he thrust in completely. Oz
screamed in pain, and strangely in pleasure. Angelus might have wet his
fingers, but saliva is nothing like Vaseline. Angelus grinned, getting even
more pleasure out of the pain he was causing, then out of the actual act
itself. He withdrew slightly, and pounded back in to Oz, Oz groaned and bit
down on his lip.
Angelus hugged Oz around the waist, as he began a rhythmic pounding. He felt
the friction lessen, and realized that he had made Oz bleed. At that
thought, he came, shooting his cold semen deep ( cliché?) in to Oz. Angelus
grinned, and pulled his softening cock out of Oz. He pulled up his pants,
and zipped them. He ran his hand across Oz's cheek softly.
"Listen here wolfy, don't fuck with me...that's my job," Angelus said and
Angelus walked off in to the shadows, the last Oz saw was him was the cherry
of the cigarette he'd lit.
Oz stood up, and pulled his pants up.
"Huh," Oz said and shrugged.