"The Price of the Key"
by Just Human
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To avoid the possible firestorms, Deadboy and I had been walking the sewers of LA for at least twenty minutes or so. They were big city sewers, not like the ones at home built by maniacally evil entities intent on moving and hiding the undead populace. No, these were rat-infested metropolises all in their own right. Along the way, Angel filled me in on the 'complicatedness' that was apparently life in LA.
With the exception of a few facts, I though I was finally getting a handle on this supernatural version of Geraldo. "Okay, so I get the evil lawyers. I get them raising Darla, turning Darla, and don't get, but will temporarily accept, the not-so-virgin birth. Kidnapping and portals to other dimensions, sorry to say, every day kinds of things. What about them reject ninjas?"
"Minions of the evil lawyers."
"Okay." No, not okay. "I thought you said that you had a truce with them. Why where they attacking everyone?"
"My truce only extends as far as stopping Cordy and a couple of select prophesies. It doesn't go as far as Connor or any other mystical thing that lands in town that they're interested in. I should have realized that they'd be interested in Dawn. I'm sorry, I should have never told you to come."
Angel's hand was on my shoulder, stopping me in my tracks. While my natural instincts told me to crack a lame joke, I stayed quiet for once. Twice, actually. The sewers were really crowded these days, go figure with it raining fire on the surface. This was the fourth time Angel had stopped, sniffing the air like the Hound of the Baskervilles. Hey? Where'd that reference come from? I was making some English teacher somewhere happy.
Now of course, I didn't keep my mouth shut the first two times and had nearly got us killed, or at least me killed, by attracting some gangland demons. Funny thing was, everyone down here seemed to know who Angel was and, not that it was easy to read the expression on the face of something with one eye and two mouths, but I couldn't figure out what they were thinking. Some of them looked afraid in that 'please don't slaughter me' kinda way. Others were disgusted, but most of them kept backing up like Angel was carrying the plague. I could sympathize with that attitude having felt it myself. In fact, I would have been getting more of the warm fuzzies, if that was what I had been feeling now, but hate and disgust wasn't what was welling up in me.
The third time we had stopped, the other time I had actually kept my mouth shut, he pulled us into a side tunnel and had both of us face and lean up against the one wall that was shadowed. Problem was that the shadow was thin, and he wrapped an arm around me, pressing me tight against the cold stone to keep us hidden. A combination of the danger and the arm on my back was making me feel things that guys shouldn't feel in the company of other guys. Angel must have felt me panicking, because he pressed me harder against the wall and pulled me closer against his side.
Something that smelled like week old socks and sounded big shambled passed. We stayed against the wall for a while longer, Angel completely still except for the fingers that held the ribs in the middle of my chest. The fingers kept stroking me, in a 'let's comfort the terrified human,' kinda way. And the whole time, I'm trying to stop myself from humping the cold wall with my badly timed erection.
And now, this time there wasn't any side tunnels, so he grabbed me and pushed my back into a narrow alcove, pinning me in place with his body. This, I would like to note, woke up that erection again. He whispered to me,
"Pretend you're a little dazed, just like Parent-Teacher night."
When his breath tickled my ear, I was suddenly rock hard. I don't know if it was the physical sensation or the mention of Parent-Teacher night. Vividly, like the nightmares that came back every time Angel or Spike suddenly arrived in town, I remembered what it felt like to be sandwiched between the two of them, terrified and more horny than I had ever been in my entire life.
I could hear whispered voices,
"Man, we ducked in just in time before that shower started." There was laughing.
"Yeah, everyone except Petey. Did you see him rolling in the gutter, trying to put himself out?"
Third voice, "You'd think a vampire would have enough sense to come out of the fire." Now all of them were laughing and Angel was pulling back my head, licking my neck while grinding a hard thigh into 'little Xander,' who at that moment wasn't so little.
The vamps were still joking and getting closer, but I couldn't hear a word they were saying because my heart was pounding too loud in my chest and my entire attention was focused on what Angel was doing to my dick and my neck.
"Fe Fi Fo Fum, I think I smell...lunch." The vamps had gotten to us, and Angel spun away from me in game face. I was having no problem acting dazed. What I was having a problem doing was not whimpering over the loss of body contact. Fuck, what was wrong with me?
And while I should probably have been paying attention to the life and death threat in front of me, my brain decided to go down guilt street, a side alley of memory lane. I was suddenly seeing myself, watching Buffy and Angel engaged in adult activities. The guilt brought on by Cordy's damn demon power this time was all about being jealous. The scary part? I'm not jealous that it's Angel with Buffy, like I had always told myself. It was all the other way around.
"I'm not big on the sharing, boys, keep walking or you'll be too dusty to do it." There was this hot growly thing going on in Angel's voice that was at once making me afraid of him and, god help me, more horny for him.
The vamps skeddadled with Angel watching their backs for a while. Then Angel pulled back his beefy mitt, which had been pinning my shoulder, and slid back into human face. It occurred to me that he probably noticed the erection when he was grinding his thigh into it, a sensation that I was really missing at the moment. But he played it cool and backed off a couple of steps.
"You okay?" He was asking me if I was okay? I was crawling demon filled sewers, discovering that Willow wasn't the only member of the 'We Hate Cordelia Club' with gay inclinations.
"Yeah, I'm good." I knew it was a lie, he knew it was a lie, but this was classic guy denial stuff and we were apparently both good with it.
"We've got another block and we'll be there. Let's go." Dutifully, I followed, wondering if the life would be easier if I tossed myself out into the firestorm.
Onto Part 4
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