Pocket
Fuzz, What the…?
"Oh,
crap. My first time out of Sunnydale, and I'm going to be eaten by vampires.
This is just perfect. Of course, it's better than staying with Warren..."
*fighting,
coat-flapping*
"Wh-who
are you?"
"I'm
Angel. You should be more careful."
"Well,
like it really matters... And, um, your pockets are over-flowing with pocket
fuzz."
"I
thought we killed all those."
"Killed
what?"
"Pocket
fuzz demons."
"Oh."
"Well,
we have to get our clothes off soon. You can come with with me."
"What?
Clothes off? Why?"
"Because
if you're infested with these demons, they create massive amounts of pocket
fuzz, which they use to immobilize their prey, and then they eat at
leisure."
"Oh,
ok."
Return
of the Pocket Fuzz, What the...?
"Um,
that's a big building."
"Thanks.
Get inside."
"Okay."
"Now,
take off all your clothes."
"Man,
I don't think this is a good idea."
"Just
do it. Your life is at stake."
"Alright,
alright... See? Losing the clothes. Please don't hurt me."
"I'm
not going to hurt you."
"Wow.
Where were you keeping that sword?"
"There's
a lot of room under this duster."
"Impressive.
And we have no clothes on..."
"Good
observation."
Revenge
of the Pocket Fuzz, What the…?
"So,
why do you have so many weapons?"
"I
rescue people. It's what I do."
"Oh.
So, what should we do now?"
"I
think I deserve some payment for helping you."
"What?
But, I don't have any money!"
"I
think we can arrange something," said Angel, eyeing
the man. Kind of small and scrawny, but he could
always pretend it was Spike.
"Uh,
like what?" Jothathan was starting to get
worried. This guy was looking at him weird.
"Like
we go into that office over there and I screw
you," said Angel matter of factly.
"But,
but... No! I belong to Warr... I mean,
you're
a guy!"
Angel
sighed, then grabbed Jonathan. "Look, you're
gonna do this whether you want to or not. Besides,
it will keep the demons from coming back."
"Well,
if it does... I guess," said Jonathan unhappily.
Angel
led him into the office, "Just relax." He
grabbed the lube that Wesley always kept in his
desk, then slicked his fingers up. "I need you to
lean over the desk."
Jonathan
complied, warily, tensing up when he felt a cold
finger probe gently at his hole. Then the finger
slid in. "Ooo..."
Angel
worked the finger in and out, adding a second
finger, loosening the muscles. He added a third
finger and felt Jonathan tense up again, so he
probed deftly with his fingers, until... "Oh my god!
Do that again."
Angel
smirked, hitting the nub again. Then he pulled
his fingers out and lubed up his cock. "Hold
still," he
commanded, when Jonathan began to wiggle.
Breathing
heavily, Jonathan tried to relax. He felt Angel
slide his cock in slowly. He bit back a moan at
the extreme feeling of fullness. Warren may be
big, but Angel was huge!
After
pausing to let the young man's body adjust, Angel
started moving, slower, then faster. He made sure
to hit the prostate with every thrust.
Jonathan
moaned loudly, thrusting his hips back as the
vampire pounded into him. A cold hand wrapped
around his own cock and he let out a wail as he came.
Thrusting
even harder into the spasming channel, Angel bit
back a yell and shot his load into Jonathan. He
pulled out slowly, then turned to leave the room. "Thanks,
and by the way?"
"Yeah?"
asked Jonathan shakily, slumped over the desk.
"Third
bedroom on the left. Stay as long as you like."
