Xander’s Nocturnal Adventure

I do not own BtVS or, its characters, they belong to others. I am not making any money from this story. All the characters are over eighteen.

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It was past noon when Xander Harris awoke. That wasn't a surprise as it had been past four when he finally drifted off too sleep, happy in the strong arms of Angel. Xander wasn't sure how many times they'd fuck; it was a lot – the vampire repeatedly thrusting and cumming in Xander's ass, spending five minutes recovering and then going in again. The shithole, which had been virgin, the night before was so well used it was sore, the dried cum sticky inside and out. Not that Xander regretted a second. He had loved getting pounded by the vampire's twelve inch cock and made a proper 'woman'. He sighed as he saw Angel was gone. He'd expected it, the vampire would want to be away before the sun went down, but it left Xander not knowing what last night was – a fling or something more. Xander hoped it was more – he knew he would love getting more of that foot long dick. Reluctantly Xander got out of bed and then he saw it.

It was a picture, of the teen asleep, his nightie drawn up over his bare buttocks. It was signed Angel, with a couple of X's. That made Xander feel better. He headed to the shower-room with a spring in his step. He removed all the traces of the lipstick and eyeliner before heading into the shower and scrubbing himself of any lingering trace of perfume. His nightie went back in his sissy box, which he hid again under his bed and by the time his parents were back he was a teenage boy again (though, little did they know, one with a very sore bottom).

The rest of the day passed as normal, Xander did some schoolwork, watched some TV and did a small patrol with his friends Buffy and Willow. Sometimes they'd see Angel, but not tonight – Xander wasn't sure whether to feel happy or not. He went to bed about eleven, thinking about Angel.

It seemed that barely had Xander closed his eyes when he heard a tapping on his window. He got out of bed and opened the curtains. Angel was crouching outside, sitting on the porch roof, "Hi sexy," he grinned.

"Hi Angel," Xander blushed, "My parents are in the next room."

"So no noisy fucking tonight then," Angel smiled, "Or we could go out instead."

"Out? I can't – they'll hear the front door open," whispered Xander.

Angel gave an enigmatic smile, "Let me worry about that. You get changed." He picked up a bag and gave it to Xander.

"Oh..." Xander gasped and pulled out the red dress. He'd never be brought a dress before and this one was lovely. A deep shade of red reaching down to the knee, if he had been a woman with real tits it would have shown them nicely, as it had straps over the shoulders. He looked at Angel, "Thank you."

The vampire remained crouching outside the window, "Why don't you put it on?"

"Don't peek," said Xander, with a false coyness giving that Angel had examined him intimately the night before. He was slightly surprised when the vampire covered his eyes with his hands. The teen quickly stripped out of his boxers and T-shirt to get into the dress. It felt as good as it had looked, the thin cotton light and comforting on his skin.

"Still not looking," said Angel. Xander quickly went into his sissy box and pulled out a pair of panties. He slid them up his legs, letting his cock nestle within the silk.

"Just a moment," he said to Angel and hurriedly pulled out some lippy. He didn't have time to do the full make-up, but he would feel naked without his lipstick. Standing in front of the mirror he applied it and rubbed his lips together. Yeah, not bad, not bad at all he decided. He turned to the window and put his hand on his hip, "You can look now."

Angel removed his hand and whistled, "Xander, you look stunning... way better than Buffy ever used to."

"Shucks," said Xander, "You think?"

"I do. You're like a picture" said Angel. He looked Xander up and down, making Xander feel he was the most important girl in the world, before the vampire continued, "Grab your handbag."

"Why?" asked Xander. He picked up his strapless bag anyway.

"Don't you know a lady never goes out without it," said Angel.

"We can't go out the front door," reminded Xander.

Angel smiled, "Come here out on the porch."

Xander did as he was asked. As soon as he was out Angel swept him up in his muscular arms. He looked at Xander, his piercing eyes seductive and his smile sweet, but still masculine, "No front door," he said and leapt.

They had landed safely before Xander had even noticed they were in the air. The vampire paused for a moment and then gently lowered Xander onto his feet. The teen felt quiet light-headed for a moment, but luckily Angel's strong arms were still there to hold him up. The vampire moved his head down and kissed Xander. The teen felt his cock harden under his panties as the vampire's hunky frame leant into him. He sank into bliss, allowing himself to melt into his lover. The vampire brought him closer, kissing the sissy harder and sliding his hands down Xander's back to rest on the teenager's ass. Xander sighed in contentment, warm pleasure flowing through him, especially as from the feel of the vampire's dick against him, the vampire was also aroused.

"I told you I wouldn't use the front door," the vampire said and squeezed his lover's butt, "I might use the back."

"No might about it," said Xander giggling like a naughty schoolgirl. He then gave a look at his house, "but not here."

Angel gave Xander a look so smoulderingly sexual that Xander almost did drop to knees to whip out the vampire's prick to suck; "No," the vampire said, his voice flaming with manliness, "Not here. I was thinking we would go for a walk the park."

Normally no-one would go to Sunnydale's park after dark, too many dead things prowled on the look out for a meal. But Xander didn't feel scared, not with Angel to protect him. He looked into his lover's face and nodded, "Yes. That'd be nice."

*

As Xander had suspected the park was empty, with just a few stray cats to show there was other life in Sunnydale. There weren't even any demons around, Buffy must have killed most of them off in her earlier patrol and the few that remained were in no mood to tackle the dark sexy vampire. Walking with Angel's arm round his waist Xander felt safe and secure, not only were the forces of evil at bay, but it felt good to recognised and loved as a woman. Xander blushed, was love to strong a word he wondered – not for him it wasn't – he adored Angel, but it might scare the vampire off so it was best not to say it.

Suddenly they stopped, Angel moving behind Xander and placing his hands on the teenager's waist. Xander could feel the firmness of the vampire's body as he leant back against him, the vampire's muscular body seeming to ripple. Angel looked up, "The moon, doesn't it look beautiful..."

"Yes," said Xander. He had never noticed the silvery glow that a full-moon could cast before. Normally in Sunnydale you spent as little time as possible outside after dark and that was time spent scurrying from the Bronze to your house, not looking romantically at the Moon, "I've never really looked at it before."

Angel squeezed his arms round Xander tighter, the sissy could feel his boyfriend's hard prick against his back as he held him. It made his own rise with excitement, the six-inches pressing against the cotton of his panties. The feeling of excitement got stronger as Angel put his head on Xander's shoulder, "I haven't looked at it properly for a long time." He didn't wait for a reply, but began to kiss Xander's neck.

The eighteen-year old gave a groan as the vampire's lips moved over his throat. If Angel had stuck out his teeth Xander would have been toast, but the teen had no thought or fear of that. Instead he rubbed his body up and down against the vampire's strong frame, feeling Angel's tongue and lips on his flesh and the vampire's hands moving up and down his front, rubbing at his nipples through the material of the dress. It made Xander horny – the moonlight, the sexy dress, Angel, all conspiring to make him hard and ready. He knew the two of them were going to have sex again, he wanted it, he needed it, but Angel did as well. Xander could feel the proof of that sticking into his back.

It wasn't an easy move, but Xander moved a hand round to undo the vampire's jeans. He cupped Angel's cock in his hand, feeling the length and girth as he moved his fingers round teasingly before cupping the vampire's heavy balls in his hand. Angel kissed him more furiously, his passionate mouth sucking and slithering over Xander's pale flesh. The teen stroked the cock some more, it felt good under his fingers, it would feel better in his bottom. He opened his mouth and moaned, "I want you to fuck me."

"Yeah," said Angel. He moved his hands round Xander's back and lifted up his dress. His lithe fingers slid under the cotton panties the teen was wearing. Slowly he bent, taking the panties down with him as he did. As they went lower Xander lifted one leg and then the other to step out of them. Angel straightened, still holding Xander's underwear. He threw them away to one side, they caught on a branch and swang gently.

The vampire's strong arms were up on Xander's butt again, his finger squeezing at the cissy's firm ass cheeks through the dress. He guided Xander to the nearest bench, "Lean on this," the vampire murmured. Xander bent over and the vamp hunk lifted the teenager's dress so that it was resting on the low of his back. The vampire's finger slid down the ass crack and stopped at Xander's shithole, "What an ass you've got Xander. It's perfect."

Firmly, but gently Angel pulled apart his cissy's cheeks. The finger was replaced by a cock, Angel teasingly rubbing it between Xander's cheeks without entering the teenage pooper in front of him. Xander moaned in pleasure, but also in frustration, "Fuck me, fuck me please Angel. I want your big cock in my ass."

"Your wish is my command," replied Angel.

"Oh," Xander gave a tiny little moan as he felt Angel's cock start to enter his anus. He wasn't sure whether it was his imagination or whether the discomfort and soreness was less than the night before. Perhaps he was more stretched and ready to receive the twelve-incher or perhaps his brain knew the intense pleasure that was coming and was blocking out any pain. In either case Xander's own cock was as hard as iron and he couldn't help letting out a tiny groan as Angel's hard prick moved deeper into his shitter. The vampire let go off Xander's cheeks and moved his hands to the teen's waist, gripping so tightly that Xander could feel his palms and nails through the cotton of his dress. Angel pushed forward.

"Fuck me," moaned Xander as the cock tore up his ass. The vampire began to pound.

"Oh, oh, oh," squeaked the sissy as the dong rammed deeper into him. Angel's slammed back and forth, driving his large manhood in and out of the poop chute in front of him. The vampire moved quickly, his large and erect penis filling Xander almost completely and making the teenager squeal in joy with each thrust. The teen's dress flapped as he was pounded, like a flag waving in the wind. He gripped the back of the bench , "Oh, oh, oh."

Angel's manly body continued to move, thrusting deep into the sexy, beautiful sissy in front of him. His ballsack slapped against Xander with every thrust, swatting hard on the teen's buttocks. Xander was squealing like a girl, every part of his body encased in pleasure as the large dock penetrated his chute and stimulated every single nerve ending within in. Angel was gripping him hard, keeping him in place and controlling every thrust so that not a second was wasted.

"I'm cumming," gasped the vampire. Warm, wet jizm shot from his prick, filling Xander's butthole with a wet liquid heat. Xander groaned in pleasure as it seeped down and out, some even osmosising through his shitter walls. Angel pulled out his cock, bringing with it more cum. It trickled from Xander's asshole and down his ass crack to drip onto the floor. Unsteadily he stood up and pulled his dress down.

"Did you enjoy that?" asked Angel.

Xander gave a smile nod as he giggled, "You know I did."

*

The next morning Xander Harris was walking with his friends Buffy Summers and Willow Rosenberg to school. The park was busier than last night, but not nearly as much fun. Xander briefly looked at the bench where he'd been fucked, there was still a small damp puddle of cum in front of it.

"Hmmpft," said Willow in her most puritanical tones and pointed at a nearby tree, where a pair of cotton undies fluttered, "What type of slut leaves her underwear hanging."

Xander smiled and didn't reply.