* Dedication: For my Huntress, Karen, and my own private Cupid, Urban, who always inspire me with their talent. XOXOXOXOX

Waiting for Buffy to join him at the cemetery, Xander paced quietly back and forth in front of the old mausoleum, tossing a stake in the air and catching it, then tossing it again, and again, and again. Buffy was, as usual, late, and boredom, along with a slight case of the wiggins, was beginning to gnaw at him.

Xander noticed a small hollow in the door of the mausoleum and smiled cheekily to himself. "Let's see how good you are with a stake, Private Harris..." He barked in military tones, walking to the door and standing hard against it, then turning and taking ten paces. He paused, keeping his back to the door, concentrating as hard as he could.

He took a deep breath, then another, and another, and then whirled, hurling the stake through the air...

"Hey!" Angel ducked in time for the stake to whirl over his head. He turned, watching it bounce off the door before it lodged into the grass at the bottom of the mausoleum steps. He picked the stake up, straightening, then turned to look at Xander. "Remind me not to sneak up on you again."

Glowing bright red, Xander stammered an apology, "A-Angel... Er... Oh boy... I didn't see you... I mean..."

Chuckling to himself, Angel wandered across to him, handing him the stake, "It's okay, you missed." He grinned wickedly, "But if you'd got me, I would've had a few choice words to say to you."

Taking the stake and slipping into the back pocket of his jeans, Xander nodded, then moved closer to the vampire, wrapping his arms around his waist. "Can you *ever* forgive me?"

Angel put one arm around Xander's neck, "That depends on what you're willing to do to show me how sorry you are." He slipped his free hand teasingly down Xander's shirt, slowly, carefully, until his hand nestled on the crotch of Xander's jeans. He rubbed his hand up and down lightly, feeling Xander stiffen on instant.

"Angel..." Xander moaned quietly, looking into the vampire's beautiful eyes, his breath almost catching in his throat. He pulled one hand from around Angel's waist and lowered it to rub gently at Angel though his leather pants. The vampire growled in delight, and Xander laughed, "Someone's not as mad as he likes to make out."

Angel grinned devilishly, "Don't bet on it..." He shoved Xander, sending him sprawling onto his back on the soft green grass. He dropped to his knees between Xander's thighs and pinned him beneath him. "Tell me how sorry you are." He pressed his lips to Xander's, parting his lips slightly. When he felt Xander do the same, he darted his tongue into his hot mouth. He broke away, digging Xander's shirt out of the top of his pants and pushing it up around his neck. He moved his mouth the Xander's chest, gently caressing each nipple in turn with his cool tongue.

As he slowly moved further down Xander's body, Xander whispered quietly, "I'm sorry... Sorry..." He closed his eyes, running his fingers through Angel's hair. A grin played out onto his face when he felt Angel tugging at his jeans, tearing them undone. "Sorry..."

"That's what I like to hear." Angel nuzzled the large lump in Xander's boxers with the tip of his nose, then slid his hand into them to pull him free. At the feel of Angel's cold hands on his throbbing member, Xander gasped, and, to Angel's delight, only got harder. "How sorry are you, Xander?" He asked.

"Sssssssss..." When Angel lowered his mouth onto him, carefully licking the tip of his swollen penis, the word died abruptly on Xander's lips. His mind was reeling and his entire body was boiling over. After numerous efforts as Angel started to move up and down his shaft, Xander managed to mumble, "Sorry... Sorry..."

Angel moved faster and faster, gently massaging Xander's balls as he sucked ferociously, until, eventually, Xander's entire being began to tremble. As he came in Angel's mouth, he whispered, "Angel... I'm sorry..." The vampire lapped at every burst that came from his lover, and what spilled free of his soft lips, he licked up happily. He kissed his way back up Xander's body, their lips meeting again in an intense embrace.

Slowly managing to get some semblance of control back, Xander pulled the vampire hard against him, taking his full weight upon him. Angel ran his groin, still constrained by his leather pants, playfully over Xander's. Breaking their kiss, Xander asked lovingly, "Let me return the favor?" Angel nodded eagerly, letting Xander roll him over onto his back.

Pressed on top of him, Angel could feel Xander's heart beating. He pulled him close to kiss him again, and then let him move slowly down his body. Xander crouched over Angel's crotch, bending to lean his face against the tight leather pants. He rubbed his cheeks around them softly, stopped suddenly when Angel grabbed his shoulders sharply. Confused he looked up at the vampire, "What?"

"Someone's coming." Angel moved to get up, helping Xander to his feet.

Buffy's voice could be heard coming from somewhere behind the mausoleum, "He really said that?"

Xander quickly straightened his boxers and shirt, then did up his jeans as Willow could be heard replying. "Totally."

"Wow! That's so sweet." Buffy replied, awe-struck.

Glancing quickly at each other, Xander whispered, "Angel... I..."

Angel clamped his hand tenderly over Xander's mouth, "You'll get a chance to finish this. I promise." He smiled, uncovering Xander's mouth only to see a warm smile to match his. He dove his hand into Xander's back pocket and pulled out the stake therein only seconds before Buffy and Willow appeared from the side of the mausoleum.

"Oh! Hey guys." Buffy grinned at Angel, "I wasn't expecting to see two of you."

Xander laughed nervously, "Hey there, ladies."

Willow looked at the twosome curiously, "What's up with the two of you? You look kinda... Well, flustered, kinda."

Angel held up the stake, "We had a visitor." The two girls both went 'Oh!' and Angel grinned. "So..."

"Are we patrolling?" Xander asked.

Stepping toward Angel to take his hand, unaware where that hand had just been, Buffy signaled for them to start walking, "We are patrolling." As they began to walk, Xander and Willow a few steps behind Buffy and Angel, Buffy laughed cheekily, "I'm surprised the two of you didn't try killing each other while you were alone."

Angel smiled down at the Slayer, "Well, actually, we almost had an accident."

"We did?" Xander was uncertain exactly what Angel meant for a moment, still a mass of nerves at having almost been discovered with his pants down. Literally. He nodded suddenly, "Oh, yeah. I sorta threw a stake at Angel." When Willow shot him a look, he added defensively, "Hey, it was an accident!"

Willow nodded, mockingly sympathetic, "Well, I hope you told Angel you were sorry."

Angel chuckled quietly too himself, throwing a knowing look back at Xander, "Believe me, he was *very* apologetic."

The End - For now at least... >:)