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Cherry Torpedo
Author: Mahaliem
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Set during BtVS's second season, Xander, Angel, and a popsicle.

Angel staked the vampire then brushed its dust from his clothes, all the while shooting glares at the backs of the two oblivious teenagers who really should've known better.

Buffy had killed the Master, but that didn't mean that sitting on the wall that surrounded the cemetery was by any means safe. Angel had heard rumors that something was being planned by the Anointed one. Something big. Which was why he'd taken it upon himself to start patrolling while Buffy was in L.A.

Not that Willow and Xander appreciated it. They were too busy sitting on the wall talking, laughing, and eating.

"I don't see how you can eat that thing," Willow was saying. "An ice cream cone is messy enough for me."

"That's because, young Jedi, you've never been taught the correct way to eat a Popsicle," Xander replied.

"And you're going to teach me?"

"Observe."

Angel had planned to quietly approach the pair from the side and scare the hell out of them in the hope that it might teach them a little more respect for the dead and undead. He was passing under a small cluster of trees when he saw what Xander was doing and stopped short.

The boy was slowly licking up the length of a dark red Popsicle.

"The trick is to be vigilant. To know the state of your treat." There was another long swipe of the tongue. "It's currently ice cold and hard. Licking it will reward you with just a hint of flavor."

"The flavor being red?" Willow asked in amusement.

"Nectar of gods and toddlers alike."

He couldn't tear his gaze away from the way Xander's tongue was lapping at his Popsicle, once or twice passing over the tip to gather the moisture there. Angel clenched his fists and silently ordered his body not to react.

"As you can see," Xander explained to Willow, "the heat of your mouth will cause the Popsicle to start rapidly melting which makes more licking necessary."

Angel gave up trying to talk sense into his body and reached down to adjust his pants.

"You can't lick forever, though. Not only does it get to be too much, but no one can hold out against the temptation of icy goodness. The only solution is to start sucking."

The boy's eyes were closed, his lips stretched around the treat as he began to savor it. Angel watched in fascination at how red Xander's mouth was growing as the Popsicle slid in and out.

It was a shock when he realized that his hand was rubbing furiously at the bulge of his erection. Oh god, he was all worked up by Xander eating a Popsicle. In desperation, he wondered if it would be possible for him to stake himself. Or maybe he could set himself on fire. Anything to end this situation before he embarrassed himself.

A thin red line began to edge out of the corner of Xander's mouth, which, if it hadn't been for the darkness of the evening, would've looked absolutely nothing like blood.

Angel rubbed harder.

Xander pulled off for a moment. His tongue flicked out to catch the dribble before once more sliding the Popsicle back into his mouth.

A low groan escaped and Angel fervently hoped those hums of appreciation and slurps that Xander was making masked it. And who made noises like that when eating a Popsicle anyway? It was wrong. It was obscene. It was practically getting him off.

With a slight pop, Xander once more pulled the treat out so he could speak. "Notice, Willow, there's not much more to go. It's barely hanging on."

Angel knew exactly how the Popsicle felt.

"Now there's only one thing left to do." Xander closed his mouth over the remaining piece and wrapped his lips tightly around it. He gave the stick a tug, then a second one. On the third tug, the stick came out clean.

As Xander's mouth and throat worked to swallow the last of the Popsicle, Angel let out a growl and shot in his pants.

"Did you hear that?" Willow said, hopping off the wall and looking around, not seeing Angel in the shelter of the trees.

"Probably just an animal." Xander moved to stand next to her.

Willow still appeared worried. "Maybe we should go home - just in case." The two teenagers turned and began walking away.

"Sure, but look," Angel heard Xander proclaim triumphantly as the boy extended his hands. "No stickiness."

Glancing down at his pants, Angel had to disagree.

The End