Fan Fiction ❯ Angel on High ❯ One-Shot

Alas, I do not own the vampire with a soul or any of his cohorts. . .that privilege belongs to Joss Whedon, David Greenwalt and the WB. I'm merely borrowing them for this happy little jaunt. The same applies to Adam Park of Mighty Morphin Power Rangers fame. He is the sole property of Saban Entertainment/BVE. If they were mine. ..ohhhhhhhhhhhh, the possibilities! *evil grin*

Angel On High

By Ibonekoen

Adam Park frowned as he glanced up from the book in his hand. He was taking a shortcut through the park because he'd been studying late at the library for his physics class at the University of Southern California in Los Angeles. The handsome young man had changed much since his days as a teenager in Angel Grove; so much his high school friends might not have recognized him. His curly black hair was now shoulder-length and his ears were each pierced twice. In the bottom holes, he wore silver hoops and in the top right hole, a small silver frog. In the top left hole was a silver ball, a chain attached on the end, hooking it to a silver ear cuff fitted snugly around his cartilage. He wore baggy, hip-hugging black jeans and a black muscle tank top, revealing a black frog tattoo on his right shoulder blade. On the underside of his right forearm was an ice ball with a streak of fire streaming behind it.

He narrowed his eyes as he paused for a moment on the path, letting his onyx orbs dart around. He was almost sure he'd felt something. . .like being watched by inhuman eyes. He'd been the second Black Morphin Ranger, the only Black Frog Ninjetti, the only Green Zeo Ranger and the first Green Turbo Ranger. . .he knew the difference between human and inhuman foes.

Trying to act casual, he quickened his pace, determining to get out of the park before whatever was watching him decided to attack. Unnoticed by him, he wandered off the path and tripped over a tree root sticking up out of the ground. Throwing his hands out in front of him, he caught himself before he could slam face-first into the dirt, his book flying out of his hand and tumbling across the ground.

He tensed as he heard the leaves of the bush to his right rustle and he licked his lips, readying himself for a fight. Suddenly an orange and white tabby cat crawled from the bush. Glancing at Adam, the cat meowed and he visibly relaxed, letting his shoulders slump forward. "Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight," he scolded himself. "You were a Ranger for too long, Park."

He chuckled to himself and started gathering up his stuff, which had fallen out of his backpack as he'd tripped. He froze as he heard the growl. "Okay, I knew it was too good to be true," he said, rising to his feet and squaring his shoulders as five figures appeared in the shadows surrounding him.

"Oh, so you wanna fight?" Adam said, raising his hands in a battle stance as he stared at the "muggers." It wasn't until the first one bared long ivory fangs and his face morphed into his true form--a protruding forehead and yellow eyes--that Adam realized these weren't your average, run-of-the-mill muggers. "What is this, like a new fashion trend that I'm unaware of? Bad plastic surgery and dental working fangs?"

He executed a jump twist kick, catching one of the vampires in the chest, causing it to stumble back. He did a stunning move, accessing a triple lindy, landing on the shoulder of the other. Then he did a double back flip, kicking the beast forward. The stunned vampire he first started on was back for more, catching Adam off-guard.

The vampire grabbed Adam's wrists and restrained the now-useless teenager, who was defenseless against the bloodthirsty tycoons. Blade, the leader of the group, walked up to him, laughing in Adam's face. Blade leaned forward, placing a breath-taking bite on the right side of the Korean young man's neck, Adam quivering on the spot. He felt weak and drowsy, his knees nearly buckling beneath him.

Blade grinned wickedly. "Pathetic mortals," he said. "You always think you can defeat us but then you come to realize you're nothing more than a meal to us." Adam blinked his eyes, staring up at Blade weakly, nearly collapsing had it not been for the vampire holding him.

Suddenly he was on the floor, holding his neck. There was dust everywhere and sounds of fighting. . .someone was saving Adam. Someone. . .was saving. . .Adam. That's a first. . .haven't had anyone do that for me in a while, he thought fuzzily. He blinked, finding it hard to keep his eyes open.

At last the sounds of fighting dissipated and Adam glanced up as a shadow fell across him. He accepted the hand offered to him and let his rescuer pull him to his feet. It wasn't until he was actually standing that he realized how weak he was, as he nearly collapsed. He would have, but his rescuer quickly put a steadying hand on his shoulder.

"Easy," the person said.

"W. . .who are you?" Adam asked weakly, swaying on his feet as he tried to get a good look at his savior. The man was tall, but his face was half-covered in silhouettes from the moonlight. Adam never heard the man's answer--if he even gave one-as his eyes rolled up in the back of his head and he collapsed, spiraling down into darkness.

******

Adam blinked his eyes, groaning as he woke up. His head felt all muddled and he groggily opened his eyes to see a man sitting in a chair next to the bed, watching him. Adam threw his legs over the side and tried to stand up, only to nearly fall. The man was out of his seat in a flash, catching Adam just before he hit the ground.

"Thanks," Adam said groggily as the man led him to a table and motioned to a chair.

"You need to eat something, get your strength up," his rescuer said. Adam raised an eyebrow as he planted a plate full of donuts on the table in front of him.

Adam cleared his throat. "Thanks," he said. He reached for a donut. "I'm Adam."

"Nice to meet you, Adam," the man said. He watched silently as Adam wolfed down the donut and reached for another.

"So, what were those guys?" Adam asked around the mouthful of donut he'd just shoved in. He watched his rescuer intently, cataloging his appearance. He was a very handsome man, sexy brown eyes contrasting his dark wavy brown hair just long enough for a person to run their hands through it. His chin was covered in at least a day's worth of stubble, lending him the air of a roguish scoundrel.

"Vampires." Adam froze, his donut halfway to his mouth.

"You're joking, right?" His rescuer shook his head. "Okay, I thought vampires were just a myth."

"Well, now you know they're not. Where do you live? It's getting late and you need rest after. . .your exciting evening."

Adam involuntarily raised a hand to his neck, brushing his fingers across the twin puncture marks. "You're lucky I showed up when I did," the man said, nodding towards the holes. "He would have killed you."

"Thank you," Adam said.

The man rose to his feet, grabbing his coat. "C'mon. I'll take you home."

******

Adam led his rescuer to his apartment door, nearly stumbling. "A good night's rest should have you back to normal in the morning," his rescuer said as he steadied Adam, and then watched him unlock his door.

Adam turned to face him. "So, do I ever get to know the name of my savior? Or will he remain a mystery?"

The man smirked. "Mysteries are fun. Riddles wrapped in a conundrum." He laughed a little as Adam looked at him blankly. "My name is Angel." He smiled a bit then walked away, leaving Adam standing in his doorway.

Adam shook his head and then stumbled into his apartment, kicking the door shut behind him before trudging to his bedroom and collapsing on the bed.

******

Adam awoke the next day to sunlight streaming in through his window. Groaning, he realized he'd just fallen onto the bed, without changing clothes or getting under the covers properly. He still wore the clothes from the day prior. He sat up, scrubbing a hand over his face and glanced at the clock.

"Oh shit!" he cried, seeing it was a quarter to one. "Dammit." He'd had two classes, one at nine and one following at ten and he'd slept through both of them. He reached his hand up to his neck, feeling the puncture wounds, which were now scabbed over. "Great, how do I explain this to my professors? 'Yeah, see, I was walking from the library last night and got attacked by bloodsucking vampires.' Yeah, right, Adam. They'd throw you in the nuthouse for sure."

He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "Okay, first things first. . .shower, then food."

After he'd showered, he dressed in black gi pants and a green tank top. He glanced at his image in the mirror as he combed his hair and frowned as he saw the neck wounds. "Guess there's no sense in trying to hide these," he said, setting the comb down. He threw a black leather bomber jacket on over his tank top and grabbed the keys to his Mustang, then headed downstairs to where his car was parked.

******

"Hey Adam!" Alexis Lane said as Adam entered the Splexy Dojo, where he taught martial arts when he wasn't taking classes. Lexi, as her friends called her, was also an instructor, and she and Adam had become good friends since he'd begun working there at the start of the semester.

"Hey, Lexi," Adam said, pulling off his jacket as he headed towards the locker room.

"How was your night?" Lexi asked, following him.

Adam glanced over his shoulder at her. Would she believe me? Vampires? "Rough," he said nonchalantly. Lexi raised an eyebrow, seeing the wounds on his neck as he stowed his jacket in his locker.

"Yeah, I'll bet it was rough," she said, smirking as she touched a finger to his neck. "Your lover get a little too wild?"

"I wish," Adam said, chuckling softly. "Actually, I got mugged in the park. One of the guys had a knife."

Lexi's eyes widened and she dropped her hand to his shoulder. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Adam said. "They didn't get my wallet or anything. A guy came and saved me, all knight-in-shining-armor like."

"Ohhh," Lexi said, impressed. "Did this Renaissance man have a name?"

"Angel."

"Did it hurt?" Lexi asked, raising an eyebrow.

Adam looked confused. "What?"

"When he fell from heaven."

Adam laughed. "I'll be sure to ask him next time I see him."

"Ooh, spoken like someone who wishes to see this gentleman again," she said.

Adam shrugged. "I just wanna thank him," he said. "I mean, he saved my life."

"Sure," Lexi said, grinning. "I bet he's a handsome guy, isn't he?" She smirked as Adam blushed. "I knew it. You've got the hots for him."

"I do not!" Adam protested.

"You do," Lexi said. "It's a classic scenario. You're on the brink of death, guy comes along and saves you, you're so thankful, you think you're falling in love with him."

"This is different," Adam said. "I'm not falling in love with Angel. I just wanna buy him a drink or something, in thanks for saving my ass."

Lexi laughed. "That's gonna be kind of hard since you don't even know his last name or where he lives," she said.

Adam's face fell as he realized the truth in her words. "Uh. . .good point," he said.

"Don't worry, Adam," Lexi said. "You could always go back to the park, get mugged again and hope he comes to your rescue."

"I'd rather not repeat that experience, thanks," he said dryly. Lexi laughed, shaking her head.

"C'mon, our classes awaits," she said, linking her arm through his and dragging him out into the dojo.

******

Adam stopped at Cupajoe, a local coffee shop on his way home, to get something to drink. As he was sitting down at a table, his grande mocha latte in his hand, he overheard a girl sitting at the table next to his.

"So, like, I got attacked by this gang of guys, right?" the girl said, flipping her blond hair over her shoulder. "They were, like, trying to kill me and stuff. It was uberly uncool."

"How'd you escape?" her companion asked.

"This dude in a black leather duster, like, jumped out of the shadows and stuff. He totally kicked their asses."

"That's cool. Who was he?"

"Some guy from Angel Investigations," the first girl said, waving her hand in the air. "I was just happy he was there."

Adam frowned slightly, rubbing his chin. Angel Investigations, huh? Sounds like my knight in shining armor's a PI. . .wonder if they're in the phone book. . .

Finishing his mocha latte, he quickly made his way outside and jumped in his Mustang. When he returned to his apartment, he reached for the phone book, flipping to the A section. He grinned as he quickly located the phone number and address. "What do ya know?" he said, looking at the piece of paper where he'd scribbled the location. "That's not very far from here."

He tapped the end of his pen barrel against the table. Should I go? I mean, what do I say? 'Um, hi, remember me from last night? Well, you saved my life and I just wanna say thanks.' He shook his head, running his fingers through his hair. Maybe Lexi's right. . .maybe I am just misreading my feelings for this guy. . .I mean, yeah, he was hot, but. . .I barely know him, yet I feel this intense attraction to him.

He sighed, standing up. "Just go, Adam," he said. "Just tell the guy you wanted to thank him for saving your ass and maybe offer to buy him a drink."

His mind made up, Adam went into his bedroom to change into a pair of black jeans and a simple green tank top. Over that, he pulled on a black button-up shirt. He glanced at himself in the mirror, contemplating what to do with his hair and decided to just leave it down. Splashing a miniscule amount of cologne on, he nodded, thinking he looked pretty damned good.

Not that I'm going there in hopes of seducing Angel. . .but. . .if it should happen. . .I won't complain, he thought, grinning.

******

Cordelia Chase glanced up from her desk as the door opened. "Ooh, a client," she said, smiling as she tucked a strand of chestnut hair behind one ear. "Welcome to Angel Investigations. How may I help you?" She smiled at the young man, who looked to be of Oriental descent. Actually, he's pretty hot, she thought, taking in the long, curly hair, the dark eyes and the clothes he wore. Very nice taste.

"Um, I'm looking for a man named Angel," the young man said.

"Well, you certainly came to the right place," Cordy, as everyone called her, said. She glanced across the room to Wesley Wyndam-Price, who was reading a book on demons. "Hey, Wes, would you go fetch Angel? He has a client."

Wesley glanced up from his book at Adam, then back down. "Cordy, as you can see, I'm busy," he said in a British accent. Cordy rolled her eyes.

"Fine," she said, motioning for Adam to follow her. "He's downstairs. I'll take ya to him."

"Thanks," Adam said, following her to a little loft elevator. Cordy smiled at him.

"So, what brings you by our humble little abode?" she asked.

"Uh, just need to talk to Angel," Adam said. "To thank him."

"Oh?" Cordy said, cocking one eyebrow upward.

"Yeah, he saved my life last night." Before Cordy could ask him the details, the elevator stopped and she led him into a mini living room area.

"He'll be out in just a second," she said. "Go ahead and look around and stuff, just. . .stay out of the fridge and closed cabinets."

Adam raised an eyebrow. "Why? That's where the dead bodies are stashed?"

Cordy forced a weak laugh. "Yeah, something like that." She groaned as she heard the phone ringing. "Excuse me, the phone is calling."

Adam nodded. "Thanks," he said.

"No problem," Cordy said as she got in the elevator. Adam sank down in a chair, glancing at a closed door, guessing it led to Angel's room. He was looking around the room when he heard a door open and glanced back at the closed door to find it opening and Angel, clad only in a wet towel, stepping out.

"Oh!" Angel said, startled. "Um, hello, Adam."

He remembered my name! Adam fought down the schoolgirl giddiness that threatened to bubble up and cleared his throat. "Hi, Angel."

"What brings you here?" Angel asked, not noticing the ends of his towel were beginning to slip.

"Uh, you," Adam said. "I wanted to thank you for last night. For saving me."

"Oh, hey, it's my job," Angel said, shrugging. The shrug proved to be the last straw as his towel, already precariously wrapped around his waist, fell loose and dropped to the floor, revealing Angel in all his glory. Adam's eyes widened and his face turned red, his pants suddenly feeling tight.

Angel frowned as he felt a breeze kissing below his waist and he reddened as he glanced down to see his towel had fallen. "Um, I'm sorry," he said, grabbing the towel.

"Uh, it's okay," Adam said quickly, his voice cracking and Angel raised an eyebrow as he caught the bulge in Adam's jeans.

Oh, I turn him on? the vampire thought. Hmm. . .it's been a while since I had male companionship of that sort. .not since Spike. "So, um, was that all?"

"Well, I also wanted to buy you a drink," Adam said. "To, um, repay you."

"I don't drink," Angel said. Truth was, he would have loved to share a drink of a nice Irish whiskey with Adam but. . .well. . .vampires didn't have very good taste buds.

Adam started to frown then looked pleadingly at Angel. "Come ooooooooooon," he said, smiling. "It's just a drink. Just one, that's all I ask. Anything else after that is entirely up to you."

Angel stared at the young man silently, then sighed. What could it possibly hurt? He nodded. "Sure. Um, meet me back here at, say, ten?"

Adam nodded. "Ten sounds good. See ya then."

"Bye," Angel said, watching Adam walk to the elevator.

******

Cordy glanced up as Adam stepped out of the elevator. "Have a nice chat with Angel?"

"Yes, thank you," Adam said, grinning. "Very nice."

Cordy nodded. "Hey, you wouldn't happen to be free later tonight?" she said, leaning her chin on her hand.

"Nope, sorry," Adam said, shaking his head. "Already got plans."

"Oh," Cordy said, a little disappointing.

"Well, I'll see ya later," Adam said cheerfully.

"Yeah, later," Cordy said, watching him practically skip out of the building.

******

Angel looked down at himself, taking a mental survey of his outfit. He wore black slacks and a burgundy shirt, the top three buttons left undone to allow a glimpse of his masculine chest. His dark hair was carefully combed, not a hair out of place. Why am I so worried about how I look? He stood in the main room of the office and glanced over at Cordy's desk, where she'd left a small hand mirror sitting on the polished service. He frowned, realizing the futility of checking his appearance in the mirror. Vampires don't have reflections, remember?

He licked his lips as he heard the door open and rubbed his sweaty palms against his pants. "Hey Adam," he said as the young Korean walked into the room. Adam wore black jeans and a black muscle tank top. Over the tank top, he wore a gray button-up shirt. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail, fastened at the nape of his neck.

"Hey," he said, smiling at Angel. "Ready to go?"

"Yes," Angel said, nodding. "There's a bar on the corner."

Adam smiled, nodding. "I'm familiar with it. But I was thinking more along the lines of the Crimson Stiletto."

"Oh," Angel said. "Okay."

Adam grinned. "Cool," he said. "We'll take my car."

Angel returned Adam's smile, then motioned him outside. The tall vampire locked the door behind him and then he and Adam set off into the night.

******

Adam glanced at the enigmatic man sitting across from him at the little table inside the Crimson Stiletto. "So, been fighting vamps long?" he said, setting his beer bottle down and staring intently at Angel.

"Seems like forever," Angel said, tossing back the shot of whiskey in his glass. "Ahh, Irish whiskey." He stared at the glass. "Seems like forever since I had a good glass of this stuff."

"What made you start fighting vampires?" Adam asked curiously. Angel set his glass down, reaching for the bottle and pouring himself another shot.

"I'm tired of talking about me," the vampire said. "Let's talk about you."

Adam smiled softly. "What do you want to know?"

"What are you doing in LA?" Angel asked. "Were you born here?"

"Nope," Adam said, shaking his head. "Little town called Stone Canyon. I moved to Angel Grove when I was a teen." Angel nodded, finishing his drink and pouring himself another one. "What about you? Were you born in LA?"

"No," Angel said. "You go to school here?"

"Yep," Adam said, taking a swig of his beer. "I go to USC. Majoring in journalism, minoring in creative writing."

"You write?" Angel asked. Adam nodded.

"Off and on," he said. "I've got some ideas for novels in the back of my head, I've just never actually written them out."

"Cool," Angel said, nodding as he poured himself another drink and downed it.

Adam set down his empty beer bottle, motioning to Angel. "Come on," he said. "There's something in the back room I want you to see."

Angel raised an eyebrow and stood. "You can bring the bottle," Adam said with a smile.

"What's in the back?" Angel asked as Adam led him through the bar.

"Oh, well, it's just an exclusive little bar," Adam said. "You'll have fun, trust me."

"A bar within a bar," Angel said.

"Yep," Adam said. He walked over to a door in the rear of the Stiletto and rapped three times. The door opened and a blond man stuck his head out.

"Adam!" he said, his eyes lighting up. He glanced behind the Korean, eying Angel. "You brought a friend!"

"Yep," Adam said, nodding. "Matt, meet Angel. Angel, this is Matt."

"Hi," Angel said.

"Hello," Matt said. "Come on in. Any friend of Adam's is a friend of ours."

Angel raised an eyebrow as Matt pushed the door further open and Adam motioned for the vampire to follow him. Angel stepped into the bar, looking around. He saw nothing to differentiate this bar from the one they'd just left. . .until he saw two men sitting at a table, making out. His eyebrows lifted and he glanced at Adam, who shrugged.

"Did I forget to mention I swung to the left?" he said. "I hope it doesn't bother you."

"No," Angel said automatically as Adam led him to an unoccupied table near the dance floor. "I don't mind."

"Cool," Adam said, sitting down. He waved a hand at the waiter, who brought over another bottle of beer for him. "Thanks."

"You come here often?" Angel asked, pouring himself another shot of whiskey.

"Yep," Adam said, nodding. "Look, if this is bothering you, we can leave."

"No," Angel said, shaking his head. "I'm fine."

"Okay," Adam said. "Wanna dance?"

Angel raised an eyebrow. "I don't dance much," he said.

"Come on," Adam said. "It's a slow song. Anybody can dance to a slow song."

"All right," Angel said, letting Adam pull him to his feet and lead him out to the dance floor. Angel swallowed down the nervousness bubbling up in his throat. C'mon, Angel, you fight and kill vampires all day. . ..well, night. . .you can survive one dance with a handsome guy.

He licked his lips as Adam smiled at him, guiding the vampire's hands to his waist before loosely wrapping his arms around his neck.

And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
'Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

Angel was familiar with the song, had heard it playing on Cordy's radio and he smirked to himself as he thought of how the last line of the chorus applied to him as he danced with Adam. If I told you who I really am, would you turn and run? he silently asked the handsome Korean.

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

Adam was enjoying the feel of Angel's hands on his waist, his arms wrapped around his neck. Glancing up into his companion's face, there was nothing he wanted to do more than kiss him.

As the chorus repeated until it faded, the two danced, staring into each other's eyes. When the song was over, they made their way back to the table. The dance--and being close to Adam--had made Angel's mouth dry and left him thirsty, so he polished off the rest of the bottle. As he set it back down on the table, he was aware of Adam smiling at him.

"Shall we get another?" he asked, motioning to the bottle.

Angel nodded. "Please."

Adam flashed a smile, then made a motion at the bartender, holding up the bottle. The bartender nodded and brought out another bottle. "Thanks," Adam said, handing him a ten as Angel poured them both a drink.

Raising his glass to Adam, Angel offered a short toast. "To new friends."

"To new friends." Adam smirked as he clinked his glass against Angel's and they both tossed their glasses back, drinking down the liquor.

******

Some time near one in the morning, Adam and Angel stumbled back into the office. Both of them were singing "Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls and laughing. Angel looked concerned as Adam tripped over his feet and nearly went down. "Maybe you'd better stay here for the night."

"You don't mind?" Adam asked. Angel shook his head. "Thanks."

"No problem," Angel said. "You can sleep on the couch."

"Hey Angel," Adam said as the vampire started to walk away. Angel turned back, raising an eyebrow. Adam licked his lips, then stepped close to Angel, putting his arms around the vampire's waist. A flash of confusion crossed Angel's face before Adam leaned forward and pressed his lips against Angel's.

At first, Angel was inclined to jerk back, then he stopped, enjoying the warmth of Adam's lips against his. He gasped as he felt Adam's tongue tracing the outline of his lips and then the Korean's tongue had slipped into his mouth, caressing the inside.

The vampire moaned, his knees feeling weak as Adam played his tongue over Angel's fangs. Angel's hands came up to grip Adam's shoulder as the Korean's hand unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it aside so he could pinch and caress Angel's nipples. The vampire moaned, angling his head back as Adam kissed along his jaw line and began sucking at the pulse point on his neck. Angel shivered, knowing if Adam were a vampire, he would be sinking his fangs into his neck, a very pleasurable experience if done correctly.

But Angel doubted Adam had any vampiric tendencies. . .he was human and Angel had to fight not to crush the Korean against him and sink his fangs deep in the flesh of his neck. Instead, Angel settled for reaching up to twist his hand in Adam's hair, stroking the soft curls.

He felt Adam undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt and then pushed the material off his muscular body and he reached up, pulling Adam's long hair out of the ponytail it had been trapped in all evening. He ran his fingers through the Korean's curls, moaning softly as Adam licked down his neck to swirl his tongue around a rapidly hardening nipple. "I think we should find somewhere a bit more comfortable than the couch to continue this discussion," Adam whispered. Angel writhed as the Korean's breath danced across his nipple.

"Hmm, downstairs," he said, nudging Adam towards the elevator. He pushed the younger man in, closing the door behind him as he slipped Adam's shirt off his body. As they descended to the lower part, Angel cupped Adam's face in his hands, kissing him. The elevator slid open and Angel and Adam stumbled out, somehow making their way into Angel's bedroom and falling onto his bed, Angel on bottom.

The curse. . . a voice whispered in the back of his mind. One moment of pure happiness. Angel stared up at Adam for a moment. Suddenly his brain stopped functioning as Adam grabbed him, kissing him harder and deeper.

Angel moaned into Adam's mouth as the younger man's hands traced the vampire's pecs, rubbing his nipples. He arched his back as he felt Adam flick the hardened nubs, then growled softly, putting his hands on Adam's wait and rolling them both over so he was pressing Adam down into the mattress. His lips blazed a trail from Adam's mouth, across his jaw line as his hands practically ripped the tank top off his partner's lean body.

Adam moaned, writhing as Angel licked a wet trail down his neck and collarbone, swirling his tongue around his rapidly hardening nipple. "Mmm, Angel," Adam groaned, his hand grasping some of Angel's hair as he arched his back into the vampire's talented mouth.

Angel smiled against Adam's chest, twisting his hardened nub between his teeth. The sounds of Adam's moans were seriously turning Angel on, as was the grinding of the Korean's encased cock against his groin. Angel aggressively licked and nipped his way down Adam's torso, his fingers swiftly unbuttoning the younger man's jeans. Pulling the zipper down, he cast a glance up at Adam's face to see him watching in anticipation. Letting a predatory smile play across his face, Angel shoved Adam's jeans and boxers down off his body and contemplated the sculpted nude form before him.

"Angel," Adam whimpered, wriggling on the bed as he watched Angel staring at him. "You can do more than look."

"Oh, I know," Angel said, letting his gaze sweep over Adam's body one more time. "Believe me, I know. . .but there's something to be said in making you squirm. . .it makes it that much sweeter." With a wink, he leaned down, flicking his tongue from base to tip in a way that made Adam gasp, his hips instinctively bucking upward.

Adam's hand came up to cup the back of Angel's head as the vampire swirled his tongue over the mushroom cap, running it along the underside where sensitive nerves lay. Adam shivered, moaning aloud, his hips rising off the bed as Angel expertly sucked him off. "Ohhhhhhh, Angel!" Adam shouted, moving his hips harder. Angel had to place a hand on Adam's hip to keep from being bucked off as he hollowed his cheeks, creating a suction. Suddenly, with a loud cry, Adam exploded, arching off the bed and shouting Angel's name.

"Mmm," Angel said, running his finger over Adam's chest as the Korean collapsed back onto the mattress. He stared up at the vampire, his hand reaching up to caress his cheek.

"That was awesome," he said.

"Glad you enjoyed it," Angel said, combing his fingers through Adam's sweat-dampened hair. The muscles of his torso quivered as Adam lightly ran his fingernail over them.

"Do I get to return the favor?" Adam asked softly as his fingers trailed lower and Angel drew in a hiss of air as he felt Adam's fingers lightly touch his erection through his pants.

"Mmm, please," he said, laying back. Adam grinned, straddling Angel's hips and leaning down to suck his nipples as his hand reached down to unzip his pants. Biting down on his nipple hard enough to make Angel hiss and press his palm against Adam's back, the young man slipped his hands into Angel's pants, caressing his cock through his boxer briefs. Angel moaned, grinding his hips into Adam's hand, his eyes staring down into his dark eyes. Adam glanced up, grinning wickedly as he slid the rest of Angel's clothes off his body, tossing them aside. His eyes never left Angel's as he lightly grasped the vampire's cock, stroking it. Angel moaned, his eyes staring deep into Adam's as his hips bucked.

Eye contact was broken briefly as Adam leaned down to lick Angel's shaft. He glanced back up, catching the older man's eyes as he began to slowly suck. Angel's eyes flickered closed for a moment as Adam cupped his sac in his hand, rolling it around in his palm. "Mmm," Angel moaned, his hand coming up to caress Adam's silky hair.

He raised an eyebrow as he felt cool air kissing his cock and looked down to see Adam had abandoned his love making with his mouth. "Something wrong?" Angel asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

"No," Adam said, shaking his head as he leaned back on his haunches. "I just decided I've got a better place for your. . .um. . member, Angel."

"Oh?" Angel said, grinning.

Adam nodded, sliding up to lay on his stomach beside Angel and wiggling his ass in the air. Angel smiled, stretching his hand out to run it lightly over Adam's smooth cheeks, squeezing them. "Nice," he said. Adam glanced over his shoulder, smiling. Angel closed the gap of space between them, kissing Adam as he eased the younger man up on his knees. Reaching into a drawer on the nightstand beside his bed, Angel grabbed a jar of Vaseline and worked the lid off. Scooping out a generous amount, he coated his cock with the gooey yellow stuff then eased a finger into Adam. He grinned as his companion moaned, wriggling, trying to draw his finger in deeper.

"Patience," he said, leaning forward to kiss Adam's shoulder, "is a virtue."

"Uhhhhhh, Angel, please," Adam grunted, working himself on Angel's finger. Angel watched, amused, until he had three fingers working inside of Adam. He decided he'd waited long enough and withdrew his fingers. He silenced Adam's whimper of protest by sliding his cock into his ass, moaning at the feel of penetration.

"Oh yeah," he hissed as he started to thrust. "It's been too long."

"Angel," Adam groaned as the vampire reached around his body, grasping his cock and starting to stroke in time with his thrusts.

"Mmm, yeah," Angel whispered roughly into Adam's ear, kissing the back of his shoulders.

"Angel," Adam moaned, writhing as he propelled himself backwards onto Angel's cock as the vampire's hand worked his own shaft vigorously. Angel was thoroughly enjoying the sensation of sliding in and out of Adam and he could tell by Adam's audible moans that he, too was enjoying it.

All too soon, Angel felt a surging in his sac and he pumped faster, crying out as he shot his load into Adam, who moaned, erupting in Angel's hand. They both fell forward, panting, aware that they were hot and sticky. Adam stared at Angel, panting. "Wow."

"Yeah," Angel said, smiling at Adam, who was stifling a yawn.

"Does the offer still stand for me to stay here tonight?" Adam asked.

"Yeah," Angel said, nodding. Adam smiled and snuggled down into the sheets. Angel looked startled as the young Korean cuddled close, throwing his arm over his waist.

"So, do I get a last name?" Adam mumbled. "Is Angel even your real name?"

Angel chuckled softly, his hand coming up to stroke Adam's curls. "Liam," he said. "My name is Liam."

The End