Date: Tue, 15 Feb 2005 23:28:49 -0700
From: phil vaive <p_vaive@hotmail.com>
Subject: Angel and Connor

This is meant to take place sort of between "Spin the bottle" and
"Apocalypse Now-ish" In season 4 of Angel, before all the ick with Cordy.

All that BS applies: If you're a minor, don't like gay stuff or whatever,
LEAVE.


	The fist hit his face, and Connor recoiled.
	"Fuck," he muttered as he swung his elbow at the vampire,
connecting solidly with the demon's chin. "That hurt you bastard". The
vampire just growled in response, a guttural, angry sound. Swinging his leg
up, the demon kicked Connor in the chest, sending the wiry 18 year old
sailing gracefully into the concrete beam of the overpass. Connor's shirt
ripped on a dead bush, blood dripped from the gash on his chest, and yet he
still stood up, and ran straight for the kill. Stake raised above his head,
Connor screamed at the top of his lungs as the vampire bared his teeth and
lunged, bursting into a cloud of dust. Surprised, Connor landed on the
ground in a heap and looked up to see the smiling face of Gunn.
	"Thought you could use some help, bro," Gunn said, and smiled. He
held out his hand, which Connor ignored, pushing himself gracelessly to his
feet.
	"I could have handled it on my own, thanks," he snarled.
	"Dude, he was gonna bite you! I wasn't looking too forward to
seeing you with a set of teeth"
	"I said I could handle it myself...thanks though," Connor said
sheepishly, turning his back and walking away.
	"Angel needs you, anyways. Something about some new beastie boy,
and this one sure aint gonna be bustin' out some lame white boy rap," Gunn
laughed quietly to himself.
	"What?" Connor asked suspiciously.
	"Nothing. Just head back to the hotel. Need an escort?"
	"I managed to handle myself for 18 years in Quor'toth. I think I'm
good. I gotta take a piss though. Hold on." Connor unbuttoned and unzipped
his jeans, wiping a bit of drying blood of his chest, and took out his
large cock right in Gunn's view, pulling the foreskin back from the head.
	"Dude, you got no shame do you?" Gunn asked, not looking
away. Connor had also taken out his nuts, and Gunn liked what he saw.
	"Nothing to be ashamed of," Connor replied, slightly smugly as a
stream of urine hit the dirt in front of him.
	"Well damn, boy, you sure don't! Let's just do a little compare
here." Gunn whipped out his cock in front of Connor, stepped up just past
the stream of piss, and relaxed, letting his own stream go. "The big black
dick thing isn't just a myth!"
	"What thing?" Connor said, not looking up from his viewpoint of
Gunn's massive dick.
	"Right. I forget you didn't grow up here. Basically, idea is that
black guys have bigger cocks. But I guess yours really isn't small, eh?"
	"Guess not." Connor shook the drops off his cock, and slipped it
back into his pants, zipping up and walking away. Gunn stood there for a
second, staring at Connor's retreating back, his slightly stiffening cock
still hanging out the front of his pants. Giving it a few strokes, he
stuffed it back into his jeans, adjusted the bulge, and followed suit.
	"Wait up!" he shouted, and took off after Connor at a light jog.

	Back at the Hyperion, Connor opened the door and walked briskly in,
striding down the stairs and giving Lorne a slight glare out of the corner
of his eye. Lorne and Fred had a pile of maps on the floor in front of
where they sat on the red bench, and Cordelia was behind the main desk on
the phone, taking notes. Gunn walked in the door after him, and headed
straight for the weapons chest off to the side.
	"What'd Angel need me for?" Connor asked Fred, who tossed her hair
slightly as she looked up. "We have some new demon, and he's not as fun as
the ones who wanted to sell me into the slave trade as a cow who couldn't
speak to her owners."
	"Aw, that's my sweetiekins!" Lorne said, smiling at her.
	"I know, I know, not all of the people from Pylea are evil people
hating psychos, but..." her voice drifted off as Connor headed towards
Angel's office. The door was slightly open, as always, and he and Wesley
were inside. Wes was reading some old looking book with embroidery on the
cover, and Angel was making notes on some other book that folded out three
ways, like some sort of star or something.
	"Hey. You called?"
	"Yeah," Angel replied, looking up and giving his almost patented
half smile. "How was patrol?"
	"Same old. Vampire. Dust. Bruising."
	"You're hurt," Angel said, getting up and heading towards his
son. Connor looked down at his chest.
	"Oh yeah. I forgot about that. It's healing already anyways."
	"You must take after me in more ways than one," Angel said
	"What was the first way?"
	"Dark and good looking," Angel said, smiling a little bit.
	"Oh. Thanks. Anyways, what's the big bad? And what's the beastie
boys?" Connor added.
	"Big bad is called an Mryoth demon, and it's being summoned by some
greater power. We don't know what did the summoning, but we hope that if we
track it down fast enough it won't get to do whatever it was called to do,
and we can figure out who—or what—did the calling," Wesley explained.
	"Lemme guess," Connor sighed.
	"Neither an army, nor any weapon forged—" Angel intoned.
	"Yadda yadda yadda, "Connor finished. "How is it that we always
manage to kill these un-killable things? I mean, who decided that this
Mryoth demon was unkillable? Who wrote that book?" Connor asked, grabbing
it from Wesley.
	"Well, unfortunately you aren't going to find the publishing
information on the back cover, but I think that finding out who wrote that
book is a very important task indeed. I do believe that it was written by a
tribe of very traditional, and very far removed, monks in the mountains of
Tibet. If we can find them we can figure out just what this demon may be
after."
	"So you're saying you need to go to Tibet?" Angel asked.
	"Yes, exactly."
	"Will Lilah mind?"
	"Angel—"
	"No, I'm sorry. Here's the credit card. Go." Angel handed the card
to Wes, and walked out the door. "We need to find out anything we can about
the Mryoth, so be quick."
	"Beastie Boys?" Wesley asked.

	"So where does this thing live?" Connor asked, sitting beside Angel
in the office.
	"We don't know yet. This book said something about faults or
something, so I think it might be near the San Andreas Fault." Angel was
sitting very close to Connor, his muscular upper thigh brushing against his
son's every now and then. Connor moved a little bit closer to Angel,
resting his hand on his own leg, but touching Angel's.
	"That thing is too long to search for the demon without knowing
more," Connor said.
	"That's why we sent Wes to Tibet to try to find out more. Eating
habits, sleeping habits, all that stuff. Anything to help us find this
thing." At that point Cordelia entered the room, and Connor got up off the
bed and started pacing.
	"Any luck with that demon? Cause I'm not getting any calls about,
well, anything."
	"Slow night for the underworld, I guess," Angel said, getting up
and pacing with is son.
	"K, what's with the energy in this room? I'm getting a weird vibe
from you guys. Little tense?"
	"Just...anxious," Angel replied.
	"Pent up energy," Connor confirmed. "I need to go out and get some
more hunting in."
	"Tell you what, I'll come too. I have some extra energy," Angel
jumped in. "I'm just gonna go have a shower, and I'll be right out."
	"Just make sure you call if you find out anything on the Mryath, k
boys?" Cordelia called as she walked out of the room. Angel stripped his
shirt off, revealing his pale muscles. He had a large body, but it was
incredibly well defined, with the abs well cut and the pecs held firm above
them. A thin trail of hair started just above the black pants he wore. As
Angel turned his back to Connor to head to the shower, he unbuttoned the
pants and dropped them to the floor. Connor couldn't help but stare at the
gorgeous ass in front of him. Angel's back was as well defined as his
chest, with a large dark tattoo of an angel across the shoulder blade. The
muscles ran down his back towards his well defined ass cheeks, just below
which the fine dusting of hair started. As Angel stepped out of his pants,
Connor saw the tip of his cock swinging between his legs and started to get
hard.
	"Oh, can you just grab me a shirt?" Angel said, turning around and
revealing his fully nude body to Connor. His penis was at least 5 inches
long, hanging between his thighs. He was uncut, and had trimmed his cock
hair so that it was about half an inch in length. "You ok?" he asked when
he noticed his son fidgeting.
	"Yeah, I'm, uh, fine. You wanted a—"
	"You don't seem ok to me. I mean, look..."Angel said, motioning to
Connors noticeable tent in his pants.
	"I'll just go get—"
	"Connor, it's ok," Angel said quietly. "It's not like I haven't
fucked a guy before."
	"You mean you've—"
	"Lots of guys. Granted, most of them were dead...and I was evil for
most of them. But vampires don't really tend to be straight."
	"Angel, I was just thinking that you and I never got a chance to
bond, really, since I was taken, and all."
	"And since you sent me to the bottom of the ocean," Angel said. All
the while, Connor had been noticing how his father's cock had been getting
harder and harder, in little pulses. It would throb a little bit, and be
just a bit bigger. The foreskin was slowly pulling back, and Angel seemed
to have no idea. But as Connor looked at his father's face, he noticed that
Angel's eyes were not looking towards Connor's at all. Angel was focusing
on the rising pants of the 18 year old in front of him, watching as the
massive cock throbbed against the fabric of his jeans. "Connor, maybe we
should get you out of those jeans. They seem a bit...confining," Angel
suggested, his cock now at a rock hard 9 inches. He was playing with it,
slowly stroking the foreskin back and forth while his nuts swung loose
beneath, not a hair on them.
	"Yeah, and this shirt is ripped," Connor said, fingering his crotch
too. He removed the shirt slowly, so as not to rip open the new jagged scar
that ran down his well toned chest. As he threw the shirt to the floor,
Angel moved towards him, his hands reaching out for the zipper that held
the fabric between him and Connor's cock. As he unzipped them, his lips met
Connor's, and Connor's hands were at the back of Angel's head, pulling him
in. The pants fell to the ground, and Angel was happily surprised to find
that his son had gone commando. His round ass was in Angel's left hand, his
long hair in his right as Angel pulled him closer to him.
	"Oh god..."Angel gasped as his son's hand wrapped around his fat
dick. Connor started pumping him up and down, his grip slowly loosening and
tightening as he ran his fingers up and down the hard veins in his dad's
cock. "Wait..." Angel said, gasping for air. "I just wanna see...". He
stepped back from Connor's kisses and looked his body up and down. Connor
had started to fill out since coming back from Quor'toth. He had been
eating properly and his chest was starting to become well defined, like his
father's. As Angel's eyes roamed down his body, a slight smile crawled
across his lips. He saw for the first time since Connor was an infant the
cock that hung between his legs. Only this cock was a raging boner, uncut
as well, throbbing at a solid 8 and a half inches. It was a bit thicker
around than Angel's, which he didn't mind at all. Angel loved to have a fat
cock inside his mouth, and would stop at nothing to get this one too.
	"What's the matter?" Connor asked, a little uncertainly.
	"Nothing at all. I just thought of a third thing that we have on
common."
	"What's that?"
	"You have a gorgeous cock," Angel said as he strode towards
Connor. He couldn't hold back any more, and he pushed Connor down backwards
on to the bed. They hit the dark purple fabric together, and Angel started
kissing him harder than ever. His hand ran slowly up Connor's side as
Connor massaged Angel's chest. Angel had his hand on Connor's hip, and
moved it slowly towards Connor's cock. Connor moved his hand down Angel's
stomach, and finally put it right on Angel's cock.
	"Oh God this is good," Connor moaned. "I want to know what it
tastes like."
	"You want to go down?" Angel said, his hand cupping Connor's nuts,
feeling the warmth between his legs.
	"So bad," Connor said, kissing Angel on the lips as he said it. He
slowly started to move his mouth down Angel's torso, feeling his way down
with his moving fingers. Kissing Angel's left nipple, he continued down his
stomach, lower abs, and finally his trimmed cock hair. Angel gasped,
smiling, as Connor licked down the shaft of his massive cock, running his
tongue along the thick veins that stuck up long the shaft. He finally
reached the swollen, smooth head of Angel's cock, and licked around it,
tasting the salty sweetness.
	As he opened his mouth, he slid his tongue along the cock head
until he had half of the massive dick in his mouth. Angel's cock head
tickled the back of his throat, and Angel couldn't stop moaning. Connor
sucked harder and faster, moving his mouth up and down the enormous
shaft. Angel's hips started to rise up off the bed as he gasped with
pleasure, and he finally let go in a massive orgasm that filled Connor's
mouth with one burst. Connor swallowed, and then there was another load,
and another. Finally, Angel's orgasm stopped, and Connor climbed up to be
face to face with him again, kissing him.
	"Don't forget that the world is about to end," he said,
smiling. "Don't want you to lose your soul."
	"Thanks for that," Angel said, laughing. He kissed Connor hard on
the lips. "You want me to do you now?"
	"How was it warm?"
	"How was what warm?" "Your, um, load. It was warm, but you don't
have body heat."
	"I guess you warmed me up," Angel replied tenderly. He kissed
Connor on the lips again, moving back into position, this time on top of
him. Angel moved directly towards Connor's throbbing cock, eager to get the
swollen meat into his mouth as soon as possible. His lips swallowed the
massive dick, and he slowly, ever so slowly, worked his mouth up and down
the throbbing shaft.
	"Keep going..." Connor gasped, and Angel slowly sped up. He felt
Connor's balls hitting him on the chin, tasted the sweet saltiness of his
son's cock head, and listened to the sheets rustle as Connor
writhed. "Fuck...fuck...fuck..." he said, over and over again, thrusting
his hips up and down until finally, finally, he came. Loads of hot cum
filled Angel's mouth as Connor had his first real orgasm. He let out one
more slow, long, moaning "fuck..." as his orgasm subsided, and then Angel
had his head resting beside him on the pillow.
	"So how was that?" Angel asked slyly.
	"That was great," Conner said, smiling at his dad.
	"Good, Now we can go kick some ass," Angel replied as he got up and
headed towards the shower, his red cock finally starting to go limp. Connor
watched Angel retreat, and smiled.



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