Date: Wed,  2 Mar 2005 21:52:00 -0500 (EST)
From: JT Willow <banky-and-jt@excite.com>
Subject: My Vampire Encounter Part 5

Angel and all characters are copywritten material of Twentieth Century
Fox Home Entertainment/Twentieth Century Fox Film.

If you're uncomfortable with homosexual relationships or if you are not
allowed to read material of a sexual nature, this story is not for you.

My Vampire Encounter Part 5
by
Banky Edwards & JT Willow
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I stirred and rolled onto my side. "Aw, fuck me," I groaned. The shooting
pain in my stomach kept me from moving. I opened my eyes and found myself
staring at the ceiling of my room in the hotel. How I had gotten there, I
didn't know. But, I did recall my fight with the bitch of a man-witch,
Kaeling. I sat up in the bed, clutching my side. Someone had taken the
liberty of removing my shirt and shoes, so I gladly put my shirt back on
and made for the door.

Angel's voice stopped me. "I'm grateful you brought him, but I think you
should leave now."

"That's a mighty rude thanks for saving your little friend." Kaelin. "And
since when do you protect random vampires?"

"Trust me. Fletcher could have handled himself against one vampire," Angel
replied. "He's not as defenseless as you think. He's different from the
others."

"Ah, yes. Another vampire with a soul, right?"

"How did you know that?" Angel asked.

"Anyone with power can see it. It flows around him just as it does you. I'm
not the poor seventeen year old amateur magician you left in Sunnyday,
Angel," Kaelin laughed. "Willow made sure of that."

"Regardless, I think it's time you leave."

"Don't get bent out of shape with me just because you and the slayer fell
out."

There was a pause before Angel spoke, voice tense. "You should go. Besides,
what happened between me and Buffy had nothing to do with you,"

"Like hell it didn't!" Kaelin replied indignantly. "Do you not remember the
nights you spent with me, Angel? The nights in my bed? The nights with my
arms around you?"

"I'm not having this conversation with you right now," Angel said
sternly. "I have to check on Fletcher. You know where the door is."

Kaelin paused, thenlaughed knowingly. "You're still in love with her,
aren't you?"

There was a moment of silence where I could only hear Kaelin's breathing,
then Angel spoke.  "Kaelin, we've been through this. You don't
understand-,"

"No! I understand perfectly. You love her, but know that you can never be
with her. Because the second you do and have your one moment of true
happiness... well, we all know how that would turn out, don't we, Angelus?
I was there to take care of what she couldn't. There's no chance to lose
your soul to someone that you could... or would never love, and that's
fine. I accepted the fact that you could never feel for me what you felt
for her a long time ago. But, to skip town without so much as a good-bye to
your... your fallback fuck! I-,"

There was a loud bang on the door that made me stumble backwards, ear
ringing. I quietly snuck back up to the door and was greeted by the sounds
of an animalistic kiss. I could smell the mingling hormones emitting from
Kaelin's body and the sounds of his quickening heartbeat was almost
deafening. I heard them part, Kaelin nearly gasping for breath.

"I left without saying good-bye because I could't leave her. Or you,"

Kaelin sighed. "Sure... whatever helps you sleep during the... day."

"Angel, I... need a place to stay. Just for the night... or two,"

"We've got plenty of space."

"Thanks."

I threw myself back on the bed just as Angel opened the door, closing my
eyes as if I were sleeping. I felt Angel sit on the bed, so I faked a yawn
and slowly opened my eyes. My eyes met Angel's. The eyes that watched me as
I serviced him and then stared at me as he kicked me out. He reached for my
stomach, making me jump. "I'm just checking your bruises," he said
comfortingly. I looked at him for a second before sliding off the bed and
walking out the door.

I ran into Kaelin and immediately tensed up. He raised his hands
submissively. "I'm not going to hurt you. I actually wanted to apologize
for-,"

"I'm fine," I said. "I can take care of myself,"

I walked off and made for the front lobby. As soon as I stepped into the
light, I heard my name. Sort of. "Fletch!"

I looked to my left at the lobby desk only to see Connor jump over the
counter and bound up to me. He almost hugged me, but stopped, remembering
that, to everyone except Fred, we were just acquaintances. "Are you all
right?" he asked. "That guy brought you in, but Angel wouldn't tell me
anything. I've... been waiting for you to wake up,"

I looked at Gunn and Cordy who were sitting around, looking up every now
and again at Connor and I. "Come on. Let's go somewhere and talk,"

"How about out... never mind,"

"What were you about to say?"

"Outside," he smiled. "Sorry,"

I shook my head and started back into the room area. Connor and I chose one
of the spare rooms and went into the bathroom. I peeled off my clothes and
turned the water on in the large tub.  Connor did the same next to me. When
I went to climb in, he stopped me. "What?" He turned me and gently ran his
finger over the bruises on my side. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you,"

"I didn't need help," I replied bitterly. "I was fine."

Connor smiled slightly before placing a tender kiss on my lips. That tender
kiss turned into tonsil hockey before I knew it. Fully intending to bathe,
I slowly backed away, confusing Connor. "We came in to talk... and
clean. Not examine each other's throats."

He nodded and climbed into the tub. I joined him, facing him and entangling
my legs with his.  The bubbles in the bath were giving off a slightly
flowery smell that was very relaxing. I rested my head back on the rim of
the tub and closed my eyes. Connor began rubbing my calves under the frothy
bubbles. "So, are you going to tell me what happened with that guy?" he
asked.

I lifted my head and opened my eyes. "Nothing," I replied. "I was fighting
a vamp. He showed up and told me that little kids like me shouldn't hang
out in dark alleys. So, I tried to kick his ass. Naturally."

"You took on a witch?"

"Well, sorry. I wasn't raised with my parents telling me not to fight
witches and demons, okay?  I don't even think he's that powerful. He just
caught me off guard." I replied, nudging him gently with my foot. Connor
smiled and moved across the tub, kissing me while rearranging himself. He
slid across my body, making me giggle in our kiss.

"Fletcher? Um... I need to talk to you,"

I jumped. "Fred? Can we talk like... when I'm not in the bathroom?"

She giggled slightly. "It's sort of important. And, this is the only time
we can talk, really.  Sorry, I'm coming in,"

The door opened and I shoved Connor under the bubbles. Fred walked in,
sitting on the toilet lid. "I just wanted to talk to you about the whole
Connor thing,"

I smiled uncomfortable. I could feel Connor's face in my crotch, but I was
far from enjoying it. If Fred didn't leave soon, Connor would have to come
up for air. And, that would be awkward. "Fred, I really, really, really
don't think this is a good time," I told her. Just then, Connor released a
bubble of air that caught Fred's attention. "That wasn't..." Then, it
dawned on her. "Connor's under there, isn't he?"

I nodded and let him up. He had his eyes closed and was gasping for
air. Despite the situation, he was definitely looking sexy. His hair was
wet and clinging to his face. As he rubbed the water out, he asked, "Did
you get her to leave?"

"Not entirely,"

Connor opened his eyes and looked right at Fred, who giggled
nervously. "Hi, Connor,"

"Fred,"

"I guess this isn't a good time," she said. "Like you told me."

"What's going on?" Connor asked. "Is there a problem?"

Fred shook her head. "No. Well, kinda. Actually... no. But, it could kinda
be. Everybody's getting a little... suspicious abotu why you two always
disappear together. Ya know? I mean... we know that you're not sparring
anymore. Angel oversees those. And, it's not like you can leave the hotel
during the day. And... well, it's getting kinda obvious,"

"So, what are we supposed to do?" Connor asked. "Tell everyone?"

Fred shrugged. "I'm just the messenger. And, on that note, I will leave you
to your...  cavorting... or canoodling... whichever you were doing,"

She slipped out of the bathroom, leaving Connor and I alone. He looked at
me curiously before locking his lips on mine. He sat back in the tub and
pushed his hair back. "So, what do you think we should do?" he posed. "I
mean... everyone knows you're gay,"

"I take it they don't know about you,"

"Well, we sort of have a 'Don't Ask, Don't Care' policy here in the hotel,"
Connor laughed. "If no one asks, no one gives a shit,"

"They why do they care if we're together?"

A look of sullenness shot across Connor's face before he feigned a
smile. "Maybe they're just bored with the demon drama and want something a
little more personal.  But, let's think about that later. How abotu you and
me finish up this bath and head to bed?"

"To sleep or to bed?" I asked warily. Connor placed a hand on my
leg. "Depends on what you want. I could go either way,"

"You're trouble,"

"Would you like to be in trouble?"

I groaned, half-disgusted, half-amused by his lewd comment. "You know what?
I'm going to relax in here for a while, then I'm going back to my room. If
something happens, so be it. If not, oh well,"

"Works for me."

I turned my body around, placing my back against Connor's front, resting
into his chest. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, drawing me
closer. Cue the knock.

Connor gasped, then shoved me under the water. Don't ask me how long I was
under there. I discovered, however, that my body wasn't crying out for
oxygen. After a while of holding my breath, I didn't feel the normal
underwater pressure and tension that I normally would. I settled in the tub
for a few minutes before Connor tapped me on the shoulder.

I rose out of the water. "Who was that?"

"Angel. He was looking for you. I told him I had talked to you and you
disappeared somewhere. Sufficient lie?"

"Yep,"

"All right. Can we please get out of the tub now?" he said, slithering out
from under me. "I'm tired of people walking in and out,"

I joined him in toweling off before a question popped into my
head. "Connor, how did you know I would be all right under the water?"

"Vampires have no need to breathe," he replied. "No heartbeat equals no
oxygen.  No oxygen equals no inhales or exhales. You could stay underwater
for the rest of your life if you wanted to,"

I found that interesting, so I decided to experiment. I stopped
breathing. It was hard to prevent my body from doing the thing it had been
for sixteen years on its own. But, I stopped. And, nothing bad happened. My
chest didn't start burning. My heart didn't go crazy. I didn't get
light-headed. I was still functioning while not breathing. How cool is
that?

"Come on," Connor said, snapping me out of my trance. "Off we go to bed."

"Um, clothes?"

Connor chuckled. "We don't need clothes to go to bed, Fletch,"

"We need them to get there,"

Connor shoook his head, threw the door open and tore down the hall, naked
as the day he was born. In a rush of exhilaration, I followed, praying that
no one would happen to be in our path. Of course, with my luck...

"Aah! Connor! AAH! Fletcher!"

Papers flew everywhere as Connor and I skirted around Fred in her shocked
state. She had her hands covering her eyes and was constantly shaking her
head. "Oh, my eyes. If there is a god, you'll burn that from my memory!"

Connor and I dashed into my room, closing and locking the door behind us.
We burst into laughed, collapsing on the bed. The laughter faded and I
noticed Connor staring at me intently. His hand traveled from my stomach to
my face as he pulled me into a kiss. Without taking his lips off of mine,
Connor lifted his body on top of mine, pinning me to the bed. Due to my
lack of body heat, Connor seemed like he was on fire. I wrapped my arms
under his, pulling him closer into the kiss.

He broke the kiss and slithered down my body, maintaining eye contact the
entire time. I shuddered as he took my cock in his hand and
squeezed. "Fletcher?"

"Hm?"

"Can we... I mean, if you want to, I'd like to..."

I knew what he meant. Connor wanted to take my virginity. I thought back to
the encounter with Angel and immediately felt intimidated. The pain I had
endured during that two seconds was almost enough to scare me away from the
thought of sex my entire life. Then again, Fletcher wasn't as thick as
Angel. He was just about the same length, though. I weighed my options: I
could say no and spare myself a world of hurt or say yes and no longer have
the burdensome titled of virgin hanging over my head.

Before I could figure out my thoughts, Connor wrapped his lips around my
erection causing me to lose track of my thoughts. Now, I'm no porn start,
but I'm not exactly lacking in the downstairs department. So, when Connor
took my entire length in his throat, I couldn't help but let out a groan of
pleasure. I clutched Connor's hair and thrust my hips upward, pushing
further into Connor's throat. He had no problem taking it either. I bit my
lip in an attempt to keep myself from moaning too loudly. After all, Connor
and I were still a secret.

"Connor... I want it," I said, panting heavily. For no reason. He released
my cock, immediately latching onto my mouth instead. This kiss wasn't
tender, though. This kiss was fueled by passion and lust. Connor rubbed his
body against mine, grinding his waist into my hips. He took my knee in his
hand, lifting it and placing it around his waist. I took the liberty of
doing the same with the other.

Connor's lips moved down to my neck before he lifted his head. "Are you
absolutely sure you want to do this?"

I nodded. Connor leaned over the bed and opened the bedside drawer, pulling
out a small bottle of lube. "Has that been in my room the whole time?" I
asked incredulously. Connor smiled as he lubed himself up. "I didn't know
when you might decide you wanted to have sex. I had to be prepared."

"Prepared. Right."

Connor rolled his eyes, then daintily slid one of his fingers inside of me.
He held me close to him with one hand while slowly fingering my virgin
hole. As I began to relax, Connor forced another digit inside of me. I
whimpered slightly which seemed to excite him even more. He buried himself
to the knuckle, wiggling his fingers around inside of me. Before long, he
removed his fingers and placed the tip of his cock at my entrance.
Unconsciously, I tensed at the feeling.

"You've got to relax," he whispered. "Or else this will be really hard."

I nodded and tried my best to do so, but it was difficuly. The Angel
experience was sitting in the back of my head. I took a few deep breaths,
despite the fact I had no need to. Still, it worked and I found myself
relaxing every muscle in my body. I closed my eyes and felt Connor push his
cock inside of me. I tensed up, feeling that familiar pain. Connor sensed
my discomfort and stopped, giving me time to adjust. He placed a gentle
kiss on my neck as I forced my body to calm itself. Connor continued,
pushing almost half of his length inside of me.

The sensations moving through me were amazing. Not only did it fill me up,
but Connor's body head seemed to emanate through his rod and spread through
my own body. I was so caught up in the feeling that I didn't realize Connor
had pushed himself all the way into me. Only when he bottomed out did I
come to, letting out a loud groan. I clutched his back fiercly, not
bothering to reign in my vampiric strength. We sat still for a minute,
reveling in the feeling of each other's bodies.

"You okay?" Connoer whispered, eyes half closed. I nodded and wrapped my
arms around his neck. As we kissed, Connor began sliding out of me.  He
pulled out until on the head remained before pushing back in. Going back in
was a much different sensation than coming out. I wasn't sure how to
describe it other than... well... great.

Connor bottomed out again, making me moan loudly. He chuckled slightly.
"Hey, keep it down. We don't want anyone barging in on us,"

"I can't help it," I replied dreamily. "I've never felt this good,"

Connor's face suddenly took on a serious look. "I'm glad I could be your
first, Fletcher."

"Me, too,"

Before the moment got too mushy, Connor began to retreat from my ass. It
didn't take long before Connor was thrusting in and out at a moderate
pace. I tried my best to keep my moaning and groaning to a minimum, but it
wasn't easy. The closest I had ever come to sex was the one time I had
ventured to stick a finger in my ass during a masturbatory session.  I had
enjoyed it, but never did it again.

Connor's anal assauly went on for ages, him pumping and grinding. I just
lay back and writhed in pleasure, occasionally sitting up to press my lips
to his. Eventually, I had to remove the pillow from behind me and use it to
muffle my yells of pleasure. I was grateful for my lack of need for
air. Connor took the quieted opportunity to quicken his pace, now pounding
into me. I abandoned the pillow and grasped for Connor's shaggy hair,
yanking him down into a kiss.

By now, both of us had thrown the idea of stealth out the window. The bed
was squeaking, I was moaning, Connor was grunting with every thrust and
random obscenities were shouted at random intervals. I couldn't take it. I
grabbed my previously unattended dick and stroked all of two times before I
let out a yell a deaf man could hear and shot all over my stomach, chest,
neck and chin. Connor wasn't far behind. He pushed himself into me further
than I thought possible causing me to clutch at his back so fiercely, he
winced in pain. With a grunt of appreciation, I felt him shoot his load
into me, convulsing with every shot.

Connor collapsed on top of me, smearing my load between us, panting. After
a minute or two, he rolled off of me and lay facing me, hair matted to his
face and sweating profusely. I couldn't help but smile. He moved his arm,
but stopped, wincing again. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"My back. Where you clawed me,"

"Roll over,"

He turned his back to me and I gasped. There were four bleeding streaks on
each shoulder blade, obviously made by my own hands. "Con, you're
bleeding," I told him. He attempted to look over, but gave
up. "Well... drink it,"

"What?!?"

"You need it to survive," he replied simply. "And you don't have to kill or
bite me. Just... lap it up. I don't care,"

He remained on his side, inviting me to, literally, like his wounds. The
ex-human in me was grossed out, but the vampre was hopping up and down in
excitement. The internal fight was one sided. I leaned forward and licked
the left shoulder, shuddering as the blood hit my tongue. As I swallowed,
it heated my throat, almost scalding. I continued until the left shoulder
was cleaned and moved to the right. As I fed, an odd scent passed my nose,
like a passing breeze coming off the ocean. I sat up and looked around the
room. "Con?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you smell that?"

He sniffed and looked around as well. "I think so. I mean... it's
definitely a person, but there's no one here. I don't even hear breathing."

"Angel?" I suggested. Connor shook his head. "I know his scent. This is
someone new. Eh. Maybe it's just residual from... some visitor,"

I nodded and rolled off Conoor, flopping down on to the bed. I placed one
arm over Connor, giving him and awkward hug. After all, this was the guy
that I had allowed to take my virginity. He had done what no other had and
that made him special to me. Connor rolled onto his back and ran his
fingers through my hair. I rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes,
quickly falling asleep. Before I was completely out of it, though I heard
Connor whisper, "I love you, Fletcher."

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Ooh! Gripping! Hope we're keeping all of you readers satisfied! Next
chapter: we find out how Fletcher's soul has been kept intact! Questions
will be answered and new ones will be raised! E-mail us at:
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