1801 Decadence by Bronze DragonBlade

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I make no claims to [Joss Whedon] characters associated with the television shows.
Distribution: The Mystic Muse: http://mysticmuse.net
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Spoilers: None.
Author's Notes: 's been there for the past two days so I wrote it. It's one of those one shot deals that just came out of no-where.
Pairing: Xander/Angel

Summary: Angel…Xander…a sex club.

Angel Investigations was approached by a prominent figure from one of the city's international stock and currency headquarters. Their client was facing a nasty divorce and wanted to know who his wife was cheating on him with. The client didn't want to take the risk of anything getting to the public so he'd avoided the larger investigation firms his organization used for an un-known. He'd opened the yellow pages and picked the first listing he saw, the one for Angel Investigations – We help the helpless.

Angel had almost turned the case down until reminded this was a paying client and they were in the business of helping the helpless, it didn't hurt if they made a little money along the way, they did have bills and salaries to pay. Besides, they were there to help everyone, not just those plagued with the near death and dismemberment demon type variety freebies they normally handled.

When 1801 was mentioned Angel's dick jerked in his slacks. He'd heard about Decadence – things went on at 1801 – it was an exclusive club – one that Angel had been wanting to check out.

Cordelia was ever with the money-raise-money hoop-la. What was with her anyway, did she think money just grew on trees?

After giving an exaggerated account of the possible dangers to be encountered within the club Angel met no opposition to his handling the case alone, besides, it wasn't like it took more than one preternatural creature to follow a human right?

So now, Angel was here to find out who the man's wife was knockin' boots with. He looked at the numbers on the small plaque attached to the door, they read 1801, it seemed that he was in the right place but you could never be sure with private clubs in LA; they had a tendency to relocate without warning.

Angel slowly made his way up the stairs and pushed the buzzer mounted beside the non-descript door. He reflected on the novelty of the case while waiting for someone to acknowledge his presence. This wasn't their typical kind of case, having nothing to do with the demonic or supernatural but was a simple case of husband wanting to keep tabs on cheating wife. The souled vampire shook his head and snorted to himself as the door finally opened and he was invited in with a sweeping arm gesture and softly spoken, "Please, be welcome. Decadence awaits you."

Having been invited in Angel nodded his thanks and stepped across the threshold. The doorman closed the door and turned his hazel gaze to study the superb specimen Angel presented wearing charcoal-grey slacks and a burgundy-wine silk shirt with the first three buttons undone. The man briefly wondered at his sexual preference and the possibility that this was another with the desire to learn more about their newest addition.

The word was spreading quickly, 1801 has a new entertainment; "You just have to experience Alexian." The club's 'By Appointment Only' attraction had a growing ring of admirers. No-one ever said what went on behind that brass door, the one with the name Alexian stenciled on it, and that mystery alone was a draw.

The doorman cleared his throat and raised one eyebrow slightly when Angel looked at him.

"Sorry," Angel said reaching into his pocket and pulling out a stack of folded bills. He discreetly peeled off Ben Franklins until the man cleared his throat again. Angel folded the bills and slipped the thousand dollars into the man's waiting hand. The man smiled coolly and led Angel inside.

He followed the doorman down a long, silent hallway with an endless mural depicting arts of the intimate throughout the ages painted along the walls. When they reached the end of the hall and stepped past the heavy black leather curtain Angel found himself in a realm of soft lighting and sound; milling and lounging bodies, all drenched in the heady aroma of desire.

The walls were a muted gold and sections of the floor was covered with black carpet while others remained bare exposing black marbled tiles. There was a large stage on one end and a bar on the opposite side of the room. The windows had been covered with black velvet drapery and crystal chandeliers hung from the sky-painted ceiling.

Angel moved around the large room and made his way to the bar where he got a drink before strolling around casually. He was checking out the activities taking place and hoped he'd spot the client's wife among the many people engaged in various interesting things. In one area there were several billiard tables where men and women were enjoying themselves with conversation and drinks over their games. The room was full of sounds – people talking and laughing softly, along with those of people gasping and grunting in pleasure.

Angel took up a stance near the large stage where patrons were "oohing" and "ahhing" over the entertainment; a muscular blonde wearing a jock-strap, gas mask, and nothing else. The young man was stretched out on a large polar-bear skin, his fingers curled between the claws imitating a lover's hand-hold and his cheek was pressed to the bear's snarling head. There was a tall muscular red-haired beauty wearing black leather boots, a g-string and a chain-link bra allowing the pink skin of her breast to peak out. She had a length of leather in her manicured hand and was whipping the masked man's ass while he squirmed and moaned in pleasure.

Angel hated to tear his eyes from the sight but a commotion near the stairs leading to the 'By Appointment Only' level drew his attention and he turned to see what was going on. He spotted his target in heated low-voiced conversation with a dark-haired young man. The young man was facing the woman and shaking his head, he had his back to the vampire and Angel studied him as he ambled in their direction hoping he might catch a snippet of their conversation and maybe get a lead.

The man was a bit shorter than the tall vampire and had dark hair combed back in wet looking waves that curled invitingly against his tanned neck. Angel's eyes trailed over the lean shoulders and back and lingered on the silhouette of muscular buttock curvature before moving back to the client's wife.

Using his vampiric hearing Angel was able to make out the woman pleading with the young man to reconsider. His voice was strangely accented but there was something vaguely familiar about the timbre and texture to the vampire's ears when he declined. He heard the man, who must be one of the club's entertainments, telling her he was sorry but there was no way he could accommodate her before moving past and vanishing up the softly lit stairwell.

Angel watched her stare after the young man for a moment then look around in growing frustration until she spotted the doorman. She made her way over to Max the doorman-manager-owner, and began to plead and whine at him. Moving closer so he could hear them better over the fluctuating background noise Angel overheard Max tell her he was sorry but if Alexian said he couldn't accommodate her, then it was the truth and there was nothing he could do. She shouldn't have promised his presence and performance at her gala before checking to see if it were possible, as it was, Alexian's calendar was booked solid for the next month or so.

After the woman left the club Angel wandered over to talk to Max. He had a lead now, he wanted to talk to this Alexian and see what the young man would be willing to say about his client's wife. Max had been anticipating this approach and was mentally reviewing the appointments booked for this evening. He was very happy to inform this new client that, yes, they did have an entertainer by the name of Alexian and his reputation was well earned. Max was also one of those people who seemed unwilling to discuss whatever it was Alexian actually did when he was entertaining but he was willing to discuss a possible arrangement if Angel wanted to visit the young man, he just happened to have the rest of the evening open.

After another hefty exchange of hundred dollar bills, which he added to the tally of expenses their client was covering, Angel was ushered up the stairs and down another tantalizingly mural painted hall. Max stopped in front of the large bronze door with the name Alexian and knocked twice.

"You may enter," the accented voice called from inside and Max swung the door open and bowed Angel inside with a cool smile.

Angel looked around the room. The walls were painted with the same soft antique gold as the room below but the black velvet drapes were open and bars of moonlight slanted across the black carpeted floor.

"Be welcome, the arms of decadence await you," the young man was saying as he stepped forward into view.

Angel's mouth fell open. The young man froze in his tracks. They both stared at each other in surprise and shock, each wondering what the other was doing there.

"I'm on a case," Angel told him while moving deeper into the softly lit room. He stopped a few feet from Xander and just stared. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Xander Harris, from Sunnydale, one of Buffy's slayerettes here in LA working in a private sex club and Angel wanted to question the boy and find out what was going on. He forgot about his investigation in favor of watching Xander fold his arms across his chest and let one dark eyebrow arch upward in mock curiosity and surprise.

"Oh, really," Xander asked and Angel continued to stare, unable to respond. Xander looked completely different from the last time Angel had seen him almost six months ago after they'd come together to defeat another end of the world situation. The concept of Xander and hair-gel or fashion for that matter, was enough to throw the souled vamp off balance, but Xander with light brown streaks flowing through his dark hair and the light dusting of stubble along his jaw was more than Angel could rapidly process.

"Um, yes really. That woman you were speaking to downstairs? Her husband hired me to follow her and find out if she's really cheating on him and if so, with who."

Xander laughed as he relaxed and moved across the room to the wet bar for a drink. He dropped a couple of ice cubes into a tumbler then splashed equal amounts of tequila and triple-sec over them before adding a dash of cranberry juice and a lime.

Xander offering him a drink had Angel wanting to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He accepted the beverage Xander handed him without waiting for his response and moved to sit down in one of the comfortable chair. Xander sat down across from him and crossed one ankle over his knee while taking a sip of his drink. He watched Angel over the rim of his glass wondering if Angel was going to pester him with questions or if other things might happen. There had always been that spark of chemistry between the two and Xander was curious to know if he was the only one that felt it.

"Sorry, but there's nothing I can tell you Angel, client confidentiality and all you understand," Xander cut in. He'd known Angel was going to ask him what he was doing there again.

"Yeah," Angel sighed, distracted for the moment, "I sort of figured that might be the case but I had to try."

Xander kept Angel slightly distracted and off kilter by shifting in his chair and drawing attention to his comfortably loose but expensive black slacks and muted tan shirt. His dark eyes never left Angel's while the tip of his tongue trailed back and forth along the rim of his glass and they chatted about what their respective friends had been doing since they'd last seen each other. Angel was surprised to discover that Xander kept abreast of current events and the world at large as they discussed the current news headlines and various other inconsequential topics.

Twenty minutes later Angel was asking Xander if this was what he did that had everyone whispering his club name in hushed whispers.

"And what did you expect?" Xander asked with a small smile playing across his full lips.

"So this is it, huh? This is what all the mystery is about. People shell out half a grand for the sparkling conversation?"

"Well that all depends," Xander said, his voice dropping into a husky whisper that made Angel swallow dryly. His dick twitched in his pants again.

"Depends on what?" Angel husked back and then took a sip from his previously untouched drink. His throat was very dry and he was having trouble getting words to flow out with their usual smoothness. His eyes kept dropping to the vicinity of Xander's crotch where it was obscured by the crossed leg, keeping Angel's dark eyes from admiring what must have been a promising package if the rest of Xander's build was any indication.

"How interested I am in what you have in mind." Xander said setting his glass on the small table near his chair. He stood up and moved to stand in front of Angel.

Angel's eyes darkened with possibilities, fantasies and daydreams of what it would be like to do things to Xander, with Xander. Angel set his glass down as well while looking up into the smoldering gaze the younger man fixed on him. Angel inhaled unnecessarily and Xander's scent, the smell of raw sex, blasted through Angel awareness. He darted a quick glance at Xander's crotch and twitched again when he made out the outline of an erection giving proof to the scents of musky sex rising in heated waves.

Xander moved closer to straddle Angel's thighs and then he lowered himself and Angel's hands moved to his waist to aid him as he settled his firm buttocks in the vampire's hard lap.

"What did you have in mind deadboy?" Xander whispered as he ground his ass down into Angel's bulging groin sending shockwaves of pleasure through them as he pressed against the hard length snaking down the vampire's cold hard thigh.

Angel gripped Xander's lean waist and rocked his hips up into the young man's grinding movements. The irritatingly delicious friction of the zipper against his sensitive skin was making Angel's cock weep, spreading a sticky damp stain near the head.

"Very," Xander murmured before licking Angel's lips, "tell me what you have in mind."

"This is good," Angel moaned as Xander leaned in to steal another kiss. "Ahh, better," he groaned when Xander dragged his nails across his silk covered nipples.

"Tell me what you want Angel," Xander whispered leaning forward to suck on Angel's sensitive earlobe. Xander sighed softly as he did this and Angel's hands stroked his back under the material of his shirt. Angel's hands were cool and firm against his skin and Xander arched his back when Angel moved them to the front to attack his nipples.

They stared at each other without speaking as Angel eased the buttons open and peeled the shirt back to expose Xander's muscular chest. Xander buried his fingers in Angel's hair when the vampire leaned forward to first, kiss and then nibble and lick at his exposed nipples. Xander made little noises as he rocked back and forth against Angel grinding their erections together through the material of their pants. Angel held Xander's back and ravished his nipples until they were brown nubs of aching sensation.

"Bed?" Angel growled his eyes glowing softly as he raised his head to stare into Xander's flushed face. He didn't want to stop rocking and humping up into Xander's movements but he wanted to do this in a bed not in a chair, so he hauled himself to his feet.

"Through there," Xander replied and pointed while wrapping his legs around Angel's waist after the vampire had surged to his feet gripping Xander's ass so he couldn't move away.

Angel returned to kissing and sucking on Xander's swollen lips as he made his way past the black curtain and carried the mortal into the smaller second room. There was a large bed in the center on the room and Angel crawled onto on his knees and lowered Xander to his back while he nuzzled the dusting of dark stubble along the young man's strong jaw. He mouthed his way down the side of Xander's arched neck and pressed his lips into the warm skin inhaling deeply while dragging his tongue back and forth over Xander's throbbing pulse.

Xander's hands were everywhere at once pulling at Angel's shirt and belt buckle, tugging at his zipper and squeezing the hardness of his erection through the material. Angel kicked off his shoes and then curled his toes when he felt Xander's bare feet sliding against the exposed skin of his leg where his pant-leg rose up over his socks.

Xander squirmed free and Angel let him so he could sit on the bed and watch as Xander performed a slow striptease removing two of the three articles of clothing he was wearing. Clad in a black jock-strap Xander moved to stand in front of Angel and run his hands over his body; across the expanse of his tanned chest stopping to toy with his nipples, then moving down over his washboard abdomen and fingering the straining material of the silk pouch. The head of his cock peeked over the elastic waistband and Angel moved forward to capture the glistening pearl of clear fluid on his tongue.

"Hmmm, your turn," Xander husked while allowing Angel to pull him back onto the bed. Xander stretched out on top of Angel's hard body and rocked his hips forward, pressing their dicks together and then rolling back into the cool caressing hands before they cupped the heated flesh of his exposed buttocks.

With a lingering kiss Angel rolled Xander onto his back and then sat up. He quickly pulled off his socks and finished the job of undoing his belt and pants before shucking them off. His shirt quickly followed and Angel was turning to press his cold naked length against Xander's heat. They rolled back and forth across the expanse of the large bed; hands stroking, tongues dueling and licking, and hips straining against each other. Xander spread his legs and Angel settled between them rubbing his erection against the hot silk covering Xander's throbbing shaft. His hands slid up Xander's torso, tickled his armpits and then continued upward forcing Xander's arms above his head.

Shivers ran across his skin when the hot human hands left his back and hips as Angel twined their fingers together above their heads and stared down into Xander's dilated brown eyes. He lost himself in the shimmering pits of melted hot chocolate; leaned down and claimed Xander's lips again, licking and kissing and sucking while Xander squirmed and bucked against him.

"Wanna taste you," Angel finally murmured as he slid down Xander's body. "Want to feel you against me slick and hot around my cock. Want to swallow you up," he groaned into Xander's stomach. He hooked his fingers in the material of the jock-strap and tugged Xander's hips off the bed until the thin fabric tore and Angel was tossing it aside to gaze down at Xander's erection. The dark head flared and the thick vein running down the underside pulsed as Xander spread his legs invitingly and Angel dived in.

Licking and mouthing, Angel worked his lips along the hot length of turgid flesh making Xander moan and pant.Angel discovered Xander wasn't a passive lover as he shifted under Angel's kneeling form until they were head to crotch and Xander reached up to wrap his hot sweaty hand around Angel's aching pole, tugging and directing the rosy head toward his parted lips.

Angel's eye's glowed gold, pulsing in time with Xander's slurps and licks as he experienced the mind-bending blowjob. Angel arched his back like a cat and purred loudly. He looked down the space between them to see Xander's throat working and his head bobbing up and down from the mattress making the pale pole slide in and out of the hot, wet mouth.

Xander ground his ass into the velvet spread drawing Angel's eyes back to his throbbing cock. He let out a lusty groan as Angel enveloped the head with his lips and tugged while swirling his tongue around the edge of the glans in lazy skin-tightening circles of itchy sensation. Xander worked his hips up and down off the bed, fucking Angel's mouth with the same slow rhythm Angel was using to fuck his.

Angel let streamers of saliva run down the shiny length of Xander's dusky phallus; trickle into the dense bush of fragrant pubic hair and down over the tight-drawn scrotum. His tongue trailed the moisture down and Xander whimpered when Angel's lips made contact with his balls; teasing and tasting, sucking and nibbling. Angel gripped Xander's legs below the knee and pulled them up and back tilting Xander's ass up off the bed. With his cock still embedded in Xander's throat, Angel positioned himself so he could tease Xander's pucker. He pressed a cool finger against the rosette in quick circles, sending vibrations washing though Xander's body, spreading weakness and making him squirmy with the need for more.

Xander let the spit slick erection slip from his greedy lips and tossed his head from side to side while gripping the coverlet and working his pucker against the cold digit. It took Angel three tries to get Xander to come back from wherever he'd blissed out too.

Hating to be deprived, and hating to deprive, Angel reluctantly released the mortal and rolled across the bed to the nightstand. When he'd rummaged through the drawer and located the small bottle of Platinum Glide Angel turned back to find Xander lying in the center of the bed. Xander lay on his back with his knees pressed to his chest. One of his arms was wrapped around and holding them in position while he used his free hand to finger his opening in anticipation.

Angel licked his lips at the sight and wrapped his hand around his cock to stroke himself as he moved back and positioned himself so he could watch Xander playing with himself and enjoy the sensation of his hot fingers against the head of his own member as he stroked it back and forth in his cool grasp.

Mesmerized by Xander's open and uninhibited display, Angel thumbed the cap on the bottle and squeezed some of the slick lubricant over his cock and Xander's fingers left their auto-eroticism to stroke along Angel's slippery length. Angel pumped his erection between their hands – trapped between hot on one side and cold on the other. His brow wanted to ripple and flow as he watched Xander's slippery fingers press into his tightness.

Angel sat back on his heels and watched as Xander worked his finger in and out of his glistening muscle ring. He leaned forward and licked the back of Xander's hand letting his tongue slide over the knuckle and down the finger until it joined in plundering Xander's hole. Looking up to watch the passion suffused face Angel pressed his finger along side Xander's and wormed it into the tight heat causing Xander to buck and hiss at the teasing sensation of slowly being stretched.

Xander twisted the covers and thrashed wantonly on the bed as Angel worked a third finger into his heat and centered those vibrating circles on his prostate. Xander's mouth fell open letting out a throaty demand for Angel to quit torturing and start fucking.

"Now please, fuck me now, yesss," Xander hissed as he felt the cold head pressing past his ring.

Angel gripped the back of Xander's knees holding him up and open while he eased the head of his cock in and out of the heat until tears of frustration leaked from Xander's squinched eyes and pooled in his ears.

"Tell me again Xan – der," Angel panted while letting a bit more of his length delve deeper.

"Fuck me deadboy. I want it." Xander panted working his hips in an effort to get more of Angel inside.

"Aahh," Angel moaned as he allowed his full length to sink into the scorching heat. Xander's tightness urged him on, urged him deeper into the sensations of being melted as he released Xander's legs and leaned down to claim the lushly bruised mouth.

Xander's hands clawed down Angel's back gripping and pulling while his legs wrapped around the vampires bucking hips. He bucked and rocked into Angel's short strokes, breathy little moans and grunts rising from his throat to be swallowed by Angel's greedy mouth. Xander felt like he was being frozen and scorched at the same time; his insides bubbled like lava and he was swimming in soupy thickness as their damp bodies moved together filling the room with the heavy smell of musky sweat, chocolate and sex; flesh slapping against flesh, grunts moans sighs and other sounds of euphoric ecstasy.

Angel maneuvered Xander into his lap and speared his cock up into the velvet furnace while digging his toes into the velvet covers. He gripped Xander's hip with one hand and wrapped the other around his jerking cock stroking and pulling Xander closer to orgasm.

Unable to restrain himself any longer Angel let go, allowing his face to morph into his demonic countenance; the skin sliding and reshaping itself into his game-face. His eyes rolled back in his head as Xander gripped the sides and pulled him down. Angel was moving for the kiss but Xander tilted his head and dragged his tongue across Angel's brow lapping and licking at the fleshy ridges. The sensation of Xander's tongue sliding between his sensitive ridges sent Angel over the edge. His movements became quick rotating jabs pressing his cold cock into Xander's prostate with single-minded intensity. The tension wound tighter until it reached the snapping point and Angel shuddered out a groan as he climaxed.

The intense prodding against his nerve-nodule and the slick, sliding tug of Angel's cool hand on his cock spiraled Xander into mind-numbing climax. Jets of milky fluid erupted from his cock splattering on their chest and oozing over Angel's pale fingers as he felt the coldness of Angel's cum washing through his insides. They slumped to the coverlet and clung to each other while they spiraled on the waves of endorphins flooding their bodies.

Several minutes later Angel gently eased his limp organ free and wrapped Xander in his arms. He used one of the pillowcases to clean them up and then held Xander close. Their limbs were heavy and tangled and Xander let his damp head rest on Angel's vibrating chest and closed his eyes.

"Xander," Angel asked softly some time later, his voice still drowsy with post-coital bliss.

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1801 Decadence

by Bronze DragonBlade

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