Mischief and Mayhem
**A Buffy/Angel--Xena/Herc Crossover**
Title: Mischief And Mayhem
Author: Stephanie M
Disclaimer: Don't own them, they belong to people with more power and money than I.
Status: Complete
Pairing: Strife/Xander Giles/?, Oz/?, Wesley/?
Part 1
“I’ve got the latest prophecy here and once again we will have to do some research. Does anyone know where Xander is?” Giles asked his eager audience as he examined the prophecy.
“He said that he had to go to see someone in New York and that he didn’t know when he would be back.” Willow replied to the question, her voice was distracted, as if she wasn’t concerned about the boy, Giles felt. Not that he thought it was too surprising, he himself had been guilty of ignoring the boy.
Coughing loudly to signal everyone to be quiet, Giles recited the prophecy.
“When Mischief and Mayhem are united,
The Great Gods will return,
The World will see the power of the True Gods,
The Chosen Pair will bring together the Sacred Six,
The Six Gods lost through time,
Fire and Ice Unite,
The Seeing and the Injured,
The Rogue and the Dark Mage.”
“The Great Gods would be the Ancient Greek Gods. My main problem is that we do not know anything about any of the Sacred Six,” Giles continued.
“If that’s true who is Mayhem, because that is one God that I’ve never heard of?” Willow wondered aloud as she considered the prophecy.
“Who are the Sacred Six? The Seeing is probably someone who has visions, like Cordelia but anyone could be the injured.” Buffy said, for once actually taking time to think, rather than leaving that part to the rest of the Scooby Gang.
“That’s right Cordelia has visions, I had forgotten about her. We should call Angel. It’s possible that she is one of the Six. Maybe we should ask Spike for his help.” Giles said.
“I agree with calling Angel but why would we want to ask Fangless? Its not like he would actually help us.” Buffy stated, her voice stern.
The ringing phone interrupted their talks. Giles quickly answered, and placed the phone on speaker mode.
“Hi Giles this is Angel. I have some information for you. The PTB have told me that the Prophecy of the Six will happen soon and that Xander is involved. Is he there?”
“I’m afraid that Xander is out of town. I’ll have to get back to you when we find him. We have reason to believe that Cordelia could be involved so keep an eye on her. Bye Angel.” Giles quickly replied and ended the call.
*******
Meanwhile Xander was sitting in Sunnydale Park looking at the stars. He knew that it was dangerous to be out at night without any stakes but he didn’t really care. He wondered if the Scooby Gang had noticed the fact that he had lied to them and that he was really just avoiding them.
As Xander distractedly played with a knife, which had been a present from Anya shortly before she dumped him he wondered just why he was sitting in the middle of the park alone. But he knew the answer he wanted to see if there was a chance that he would be able to get himself killed.
His father, in a display of restraint had only dislocated his shoulder and cut the back of his legs the night before but Xander knew that if he went home It would happen. He would rather get attacked by a demon that let It happen again but so far, he had no luck.
For once, he Xander Harris was not pulling in the Demons but he knew that someone was watching him, through the corner of his eye he could make out a pale man dressed in black with an awful lot of zippers.
“Hi. Are you going to watch me all night because I’ve gotta tell ya that its quite a boring activity.” Xander said looking the stranger directly in the eye.
“Ya see me?” The man asked apparently amazed.
Just my luck, Xander thought, the one person I find is insane but maybe he could get this stranger to kill him. Judging by the clothes the guy was at least preoccupied with death.
“No you’re invisible. Of course I see you. I don’t suppose you’d kill me?” Xander replied, apparently confusing the guy once again who looked at him in a mix of shock and amazement.
“Why would I kill ya? It seems that yah the only person out tonight. The name is Strife.” The guy said, apparently waiting for a reply.
“I’m Xan. What do you say we have some fun?” Xander replied, wondering why the guys’ parents called him Strife. He didn’t normally show his sadistic side but something about Strife seemed to call to his more cruel tendencies.
“Sure, what d’ya do for fun?” Strife replied a smirk appearing on his face at the thought of having some fun.
“Well, normally I help my friends fight demons but there’s a demon bar nearby and I feel like doing a little fighting and maybe spreading some rumours.” Xan replied as he led the way to Willy’s. At 2 am it would probably be full and if not there was always vamp nests nearby.
*******
As the doorway came in view Strife pulled out a long sword and passed it to Xander who looked surprised. He hadn’t even thought about weapons. Looking at the man beside him Xander saw that Strife was armed to the teeth with knives.
The pair walked inside Willy’s and silence immediately descended. The pair were dressed entirely in black and both wore a cruel grin that caused shivers to go down Willy’s spine as they walked towards the bar.
“Two Jack Daniels.” Xander said delighting in the look of fear that he saw in Willy’s eyes. It seemed that Willy had realised that he was more than Xander Harris the Slayers White Knight. He was more than capable of causing death and enjoyed the hunt as well as the fear.
Without speaking Willy placed the drinks on the bar before moving to a sheltered part of the bar. He could tell that a fight was going to break out and he didn’t want to get involved if he could help it.
As Xander and Strife drank their drinks in silence a group of green demons apparently deciding to play hero. Strife and Xander moved with a deadly grace to the centre of the room.
Xander could feel the adrenalin surging in his veins and the overwhelming desire to see the blood of the demons on the floor. He circled the demon, looking for an opening with his sword. Finding one he lunged forward before somersaulting to avoid the tail of another demon that decided to get involved. All at once everything slowed down all that was left was the demons and his sword. He moved quickly like water flowing and shaking off the blows he received. Finally bored of the game he moved his sword up an arch and took the head off the demons.
Looking over at Strife Xander saw that the other man was as aroused by the battle as he had been. Forgetting their audience Xander pulled the pale man into his arms and gave him a bruising kiss that was hungry, desperate and spoke of promise. Releasing Strife he turned to the cowering bartender and looked him in the eyes. Telling Willy just what would happen if he said anything.
Xander reached for Strife’s hand before the pair walked out into the night. Without speaking he dragged the other man down an alley, and pushing him up against the wall. Their tongues met as if on cue, making each one moan. Xander thrust his tongue into Strife’s mouth tasting the very essence that was Strife. Strife responded by arching his body so that their clothed bodies rubbed against each other.
The sound of voiced nearby brought the pair out of their passion filled haze. Xander leaned against Strife breathing hard as the people walked right past them. He closed his eyes, feeling safe in the arms of the man that he had only met that night.
“Xander I’m just gonna get ya in bed. All the fighting earlier kinda made me tired. Just go asleep and I’ll be here when you wake.” Xander heard a low voice say as he felt someone lay him down.
*******
At the same time in Sunnydale Buffy was looking at the rest of the Scoobies in shock as Spike described just what had happened in Willy’s bar earlier that night. Her first thought was that it was just Spike causing more problems but if there was a possibility that some new force was in Sunnydale she had to know about it.
Buffy walked into Willy’s bar surprised to see the lack of occupants. Normally the bar would be full at 5am as the demons stopped by after a busy night terrorising the town. The few customers that were there walked out in a hurry after seeing the look of fury on the Slayers’ face.
“What happened in here earlier Willy? It looks like your bar got trashed again.” Buffy said, her voice deceptively calm and polite.
“Nothing just your average bar brawl.” Willy replied shaking as he remembered the look Xander had shot him before he left.
Buffy looked around and spotted a video camera, pushing past Willy she walked into the back room and ejected a tape out of the video that showed the camera footage from that night. On seeing this Willy started to shake as he realised that he was now dead unless by some amazing feat of luck Xander didn’t find out.
Buffy walked out of the bar, videotape in hand as she decided to go to Giles’ and prove to the rest of the gang that Spike was lying. It wasn’t like Xander would ever be able to cope in a fight anyway she thought to herself, laughing quietly.
*******
Meanwhile Xander was awaking to the feeling of someone’s arms around him and for once feeling completely safe. A feeling he had never experienced before. With a groan he opened his eyes and turned to the figure on the bed next to him.
Strife was holding him tightly as if he expected Xander to suddenly disappear, not that he minded; it was nice just being held. As he was thinking this Xander could feel that he was still aroused and judging by what he could feel Strife was as well.
Deciding to wake his lover up in one of the best ways, Xander slowly moved the covers back and lay his body over Strife’s so that their bodies were touching. He began to move slowly so that their cocks were rubbing against each other. Searching blindly through a haze of lust Xander locked his mouth on Strife’s nipples feeling the body under him shudder. Strife retaliated by biting Xander’s neck. Within minutes the pair both came with a moan, shouting the others name.
“That’s the way to wake up. I guess you’re not regretting last night?” Strife asked Xander as he slowly stroked Xander’s hair. Xander unconsciously leaned into the touch as he thought the question over.
“I’m not regretting what we did if that’s what you mean. I’m just wondering how fast Buffy will find out about what happened. I’m not looking forward to going home either.”
“From the marks on ya. I’d say that someone is hurtin’ ya and it looks like ya friends ain’t seen it so I’ll take care of t’problem. No one hurts anything I love.” Strife said then closing his mouth with a start as he realised just what he had said.
“Good to know that the feeling’s mutual. The problem as you so eloquently put it is my father. He seems to get his kicks out of using me for his punch bag. Sometimes he goes further and…rapes me. Its been happening on and off since I was thirteen.” Xander replied before putting small kisses on Strife’s throat but before he could continue his planned seduction Strife reached out a hand to stop him.
“I’ve gotta tell ya something. It might make ya hate me but I’ve gotta tell ya…I’m a God. The Greek God of Mischief to be exact.. I’m the last of the Olympian Gods to survive. I was placed in what I guess is a coma during the Final Battle between Gods and Mortals. I woke up about a year ago. Since then I’ve been watching you.”
“Ok you’re a God. That’s ok, at least you can handle Buffy. It’s kind of nice that you’ve been watching me in a weird dangerous kind of way. Can I ask why you’ve been watching like I said, I’m not the most exciting of people to watch?”
“At first it was because you were the one person who seemed to be able to cause mayhem wherever you went. That was a quality I could admire but somewhere it became about protecting ya and I fell in love with you. Ya don’t hate me do ya?”
“No I don’t hate you. How could I hate you? I love you for the Gods sake. ” Xander replied before taking his love in his arms and kissing him soundly. Stopping all further conversation.
*******
Buffy walked straight into Giles and wasn’t surprised to find everyone waiting for her. The possibility that their friend could be in danger had made the Scooby Gang wide-awake. Not speaking Buffy placed the videotape in the VCR and pressed play.
Everyone’s attention was drawn immediately to the television screen as the interior of Willy’s bar became clear. Looking at the time index Buffy saw that the footage was taken at midnight a good two hours before Xander had supposedly wrecked Willy’s bar. She felt around for the remote and pressed fast forward until the time index said 2 am.
The tape played to show two figures coming into the bar at 2:10 am. One very pale and the other tanned. Buffy let out a sigh of anger as the faces of the two men were obscured by what appeared to be a green demon with about four tentacles. She turned her attention back to the screen to see chaos erupting as the two black robed figures moved together with a sensual grace into the middle of a group of demons.
The figure with the sword circled the demon, apparently looking for an opening with his sword. Finding one he lunged forward before somersaulting to avoid the tail of another demon that decided to get involved. It seemed to Buffy that the person was very skilled and was just playing. He moved quickly flowing and shaking off the blows he received. Finally bored of the game he moved his sword up an arch and took the head off the demons.
Buffy gave a scream of rage as Xander’s face became clear on the screen as the man, Xander looked over at his fellow fighter who had just finished fighting with a group of horned black demons with what appeared to be knives. She stared in amazement as Xander reached over to grab the other man in a passionate kiss before giving Willy a glare that spoke of death. Xander then took the strange man’s hand and walked out into the night.
Willow was the only one who moved as she stopped the tape. The rest of the Scooby Gang stared at the blank screen apparently in shock. Willow couldn’t believe that ruthless killer she had just seen was her best friend Xander. The boy who was harmless and eager for attention. Xander simply didn’t have the abilities to kill all those demons in around ten minutes not even Buffy could do that. Willow remembered the two previous possessions her friend had experienced and decided that he must be possessed.
Buffy was amazed that Xander was apparently gay and a better fighter than her. Which just wasn’t right her mind insisted. Xander was the boy hopelessly in love with her who needed protecting. Xander couldn’t even fight his way out of a paper bag.
Giles was probably the least shocked out of the Scooby gang for he knew that Xander was much more than he pretended to be and the fact that Xander was gay wasn’t all that amazing, he had expected as much for a couple of years. What did surprise him was the ease at which Xander had killed the demons. His skills were probably equivalent to the skills of the master swordsmen he had known in England.
As one Buffy and Willow spoke, both shouting, “Xander’s possessed again.” The two girls apparently seemed convinced but Giles knew that the boy wasn’t possessed if anything the boy was a little reckless but not possessed.
“I don’t think he is Buffy. Willow wouldn’t you have been able to see if he was possessed? I think that Xander’s abilities are perfectly natural and that he is just being himself.” Giles replied and was relieved to see the girls apparently believing him.
“I guess you’re right Giles. I would have been able to tell he was possessed.” Willow replied. At the same time she was hatching a plan to find Xander and make him back to normal.
“If you say he isn’t possessed I believe you.” Buffy replied, her voice showing just enough emotion to make Giles believe her. In reality Buffy was thinking up a plan to find Xander and make him into the Zeppo who was in love with her.
Part 2
Xander faintly felt the bed move as Strife quickly moved out of bed and disappeared in a flash of light. Xander knew that he should probably be worried that his lover was disappearing but right now he was trying to gather his thoughts after another mind-blowing orgasm due to Strife’s wonderful mouth.
As his mind returned Xander remembered their earlier conversation with a scowl. The idea of Strife going after his father without him was more than a little annoying, Xander wanted to be the one to make his father scream out and beg for mercy.
“Maybe I should invest in a couple of chains to teach Strife a thing or two about going off without explaining his plans. The chains would definitely be fun. I’ll have to remember to ask Spike about where I would get chains strong enough to hold a God. If anyone can find them it’d be Spike.” Xander murmured to himself as he contemplated getting out of bed.
With a groan Xander got out of bed and searched for his clothes, which were strewn
around the room as if they’d been thrown there. Obviously Strife had been eager to get them into bed last night. Once he was dressed Xander looked around for any sign of a phone and wasn’t surprised when his search came up empty.
“Strife, would you like to come back, babe. I’m going to leave now and I’d kinda like you to come with me.” Xander said thinking of taking Strife to visit his parents, maybe they could start the torture early and make it last.
“Don’t go, Xan. I want to come with ya. Why don’t we go and see ya friends? I’d like to teach them a thing or two about what happens to someone when they hurt my love.” At the stern look in Xander’s eyes, Strife changed his voice to a whine and pouted as he continued, “I promise I want hurt them permanently.”
Xander considered the wisdom of going to see his friends, he wanted to tell them about his love, but knowing his friends he didn’t think it would go across to well. But seeing Strife pout and looking at him so sadly Xander couldn’t help but give in. He nodded his head and reached for his sword.
“Sure we can see them but let’s not take too long. I want to have a little talk with my father soon and I need to see Spike.”
“That’s great but as long as I can help teach ya dad a lesson. After that I want to take you somewhere.” Strife replied his voice serious.
Sensing that it was important to him, Xander smiled and hugged Strife, trying to show the other man how much he love him through touch. Their surroundings soon changed so that Xander found himself in the middle of Giles’ while he was still in Strife’s arms.
“Hi guys. This is my love, Strife. It’s not that amazing, come on, say something, please.” Xander said to the silent Scooby Gang who looked angry (Buffy), betrayed (Willow) and awed (Giles).
“Get away from him, Xander. I promise nothing will happen we just need to get what ever has possessed you out.” Willow said as she searched around for a spell book.
On cue Buffy approached Strife from behind, directing a roundhouse kick at the God who turned just in time to be caught in the mouth. Seeing what was happening to Strife, Xander felt rage and anger building up inside him. How dare Buffy attack what was his!
Pulling the sword free, Xander moved to face Buffy, at the same time murmuring to Strife, “Can you deal with Willow?” Strife only nodded his assent as he moved to deal with the naïve, foolish witch. As if she could possibly hope to beat him, a God.
“So you want to hurt my man do you, Buff? I’m afraid I can’t allow that.” Xander said as he circled Buffy, who looked as if she wasn’t really seeing him.
As Xander expected she kept lunging forward, trying to make him attack. He simply deflected the blows, his mind not registering the hits. All he could think off was that he had to protect Strife. Strife was his mate and partner; he could not let Strife be hurt.
Giles watched Xander and Buffy circle each other. He recognised Xander’s behaviour for what it was the desire to protect the man he was in love with, he would have done the same when he was younger to anyone that hurt Ethan.
Seeing that Willow was in midst of a spell Strife did the only thing possible-he directed a blast of energy at her knocking her into the opposite wall. He would have to decide what was a fitting punishment for the little traitor, she had seen everything that happened to Xander and ignored it. Maybe that was it, Strife thought to himself as he considered his plan. Flexing his powers he delved into the unconscious Willow’s memories. All it would take was a little tuning and then she would have to live with the knowledge that she allowed her best friend to be raped and beaten for years. The punishment would be long and painful, perfect seeing how Strife didn’t want to kill the idiot. He wanted her to feel pain for the rest of her long life.
Xander looked over to see Strife bended over the prone figure of his best friend; he was surprised to find that he wasn’t worried about Willow at all. But she hadn’t done anything to help him and had ignored him since starting college. Turning his attention back to Buffy he decided that enough was enough. The stupid bitch hadn’t even figured out that he was the better fighter. Judging by her moves she wasn’t fighting at nearly full strength. A fact he could take advantage off. Xander quickly kicked her in the head, having something more in mind for the Slayer.
“Hey, Strife take me over to Spike’s, I want to ask him something. While I’m there why don’t you have a talk with my father…I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. Just make sure to leave some for me.” Xander said, lifting the Slayer over his shoulder.
“Alright, Xan. I promise I’ll leave some of the bastard for you, maybe I’ll just show him a few things about pain first.” Strife replied as he used his powers to put Xander in Spike’s crypt, while he transported to the Harris household.
“How did you do that, whelp?” Spike asked as Xander appeared, seemingly out of nowhere with the Buffy lying unconscious over his shoulder.
Dropping Buffy on the floor with a thud, Xander sat down and faced Spike.
“Oh my lover’s a God. Anyway I have something to ask you. Would you get hold of some chains strong enough to hold a God for me? As a show of good faith I’ll give you the Slayer here to do with as you want. I recommend you kill her, but then I hate the bitch.” Xander said in a bored tone of voice.
“I accept that your lover’s a God, not that amazing but why are you giving me the Slayer? Isn’t that kind of against the whole good guy image?” Spike asked, suspicion in his voice, as he wondered just what Xander was setting him up for.
“Look I don’t like Buffy, she’s treated me like dirt and now I’ve got the chance to get rid of her I’m taking advantage of it.” Xander replied as he stood and walked towards the door, eager to join Strife and his father.
*******
While Xander was busy Strife decided to make good on his plan. Making himself invisible he walked inside the Harris house not surprised to find Xander’s mother passed out on the floor, surrounded by empty bottles of beer. Xander’s father was apparently watching a football game, judging by all the yelling.
Making himself visible, Strife walked inside the main room and looked at the man sitting in the chair. This man had caused his beloved Xander years of pain and shame, there was no way Strife would let the man live. Before the mortal could utter a word, Strife had him chained to the wall with nails through his hands, an idea he had picked up from the Romans, during the old days.
Just as Strife reached for his ever present knife, Xander walked inside, a glint of excitement appearing in his eyes at the sight of his father hanging from the wall by his hands.
“Now, my name is Strife and I’m in love with Xan. But I know what you’ve done to him so we’ve decided to make you pay. Eventually we’ll kill ya but first we’re going to have some fun.” Strife whispered before turning to look at Xander.
“Don’t let me stop you, babe.” Xander said, sitting down to watch the show.
As Strife moved the knife in a cross pattern on the man’s back, delighting in the blood that started to fall from the shallow cuts. With each cut the man screamed in pain, causing Strife and Xander to smile in satisfaction.
“Now these cuts won’t kill ya, but they’ll hurt like hell. Now the next thing I’m going to do is break the bones in your hands, feet and ribs, which will probably hurt but don’t worry we won’t let you go unconscious. We wouldn’t want you to miss the rest of the show.” Strife said as he cracked his knuckles and wondered just where to start.
A shrill scream was heard as Strife slowly broke Xander’s father’s hands, and feet. The screams soon changed to panting moans as Strife pressed down on man’s ribs, a cruel grin on his face at the sound of each one breaking.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry….please let me go Xander.” Xander’s father said, taking deep breaths to speak. The man’s face changed to a smile as Xander stood.
“Don’t worry father, dear.” Xander said, as he reached for the red-hot poker from the fire. “We’ll let you go but first I’m gonna teach you a lesson.” He continued as he pulled his father’s pants off and placed the poker into his father’s ass.
As the smell of burning flesh rose from the man Strife used a small amount of his energy to make sure that the man would remain conscious. With his knife Strife quickly cut the man’s cock off before passing the knife to Xander. Xander stared at the knife and plunged it into his father’s heart.
As one Strife and Xander stood, their hands moving together on instinct as the pair quickly teleported back to Strife’s apartment to celebrate together.
*******
With a thought Strife removed all of their clothes as he materialised them on the bed. Reaching blindly he found Xander’s nipples and fastened his mouth on them. He loved the taste of Xander’s nipples and the way Xander let out a low moan when he touched them. Xander, wanting to taste and feel Strife pulled him into a kiss as he reached for something to use as lube.
“Massage oil, I guess that’ll do, love.” Xander said as he took the bottle and coated his cock with it before moving down to pour some on Strife’s opening, before moving his finger’s inside, scissoring to stretch his love so that he didn’t hurt Strife when he entered him.
“Now dammit Xan, more, please.” Strife managed to say through moans at the feeling of Xander’s fingers inside him.
Crawling up his love’s body, Strife moved to take Xander’s cock inside him, he wanted to be able to see Xander as they made love. Strife started to move his body on Xander’s cock, moving up as Xander thrust upwards into Strife’s body.
“You’re mine Strife just as I’m yours. I belong to you forever just as you belong to me. I love you, babe.” Xander chanted with harder and harder thrusts.
As he thrust up Xander reached for Strife’s hard, weeping cock, wrapping his hands around it and stroking in counterpoint to his thrusts.
Strife wanted it to last forever, wanted to feel Xander moving inside him forever. But even as he thought this he felt his organism approaching. He arched up as he came, shouting "Xander!!!" The clenching of his muscles caused Xander to orgasm, as Xander came he thrust up into Strife one last tome before shouting, “Strife!!!”, and laying his head on the pillow with a shout.
As Xander fell back on the bed, Xander lay down, nuzzling into Xander’s chest as he covered them both up with the cover’ which had been thrown onto the floor, during their earlier activities. Xander tightened his arms around Strife as the pair fell into an exhausted, content sleep.
Part 3
In a deserted part of Greece a rumbled of the earth moving was felt as the ground parted in two as the Gods returned to their rightful destiny. The prophecy was almost complete, it was time.
Strife sat up in shock as he felt it, the tug on the back of his mind that spoke of the presence of another God. But that was impossible, wasn’t it? Strife thought to himself as he woke and dressed Xander.
“There better be a good reason why you’ve woken me up, like maybe you’re ready for round two.” Xander said as his rubbed his hard, dressed cock against Strife.
“Yeah, I am but we’re in trouble.” Strife said, as he gripped his lover’s cock.
“What a surprise (!) Why can’t we have one day without trouble? Let me guess the world’s going to end? Well fuck it, or better get fuck me.” Xander replied tugging at Strife’s leather pants.
Before they could get any further an echoing voice sounded inside the room, starling the pair out of their lust.
“Strife, Alexander. We request your presence right now. It can’t wait, I’m afraid.” The woman’s voice said as the pair disappeared from the room, their hands automatically together at the chance of danger.
The pair materialised in a large, but unfurnished room that was full of people. Strife broke into a smile at the sight of his fathers, ignoring the other Gods and Goddesses; he pulled Xander over to meet his family.
“I’m guessing by the happy smile on your face that we’re not going to be killed just yet.” Xander said, with a laugh as Strife pushed through the crowd so that they were standing in front of two dark haired men.
“Hey, Pops, Dad. This is Xan and he’s mine. These are my fathers, Ares the God of War and Joxer the God of Trouble.” Strife said as he hugged each man.
“Oh, that’s nice. So you’re the guys responsible for my man, huh? I don’t suppose you’d let me in on some good blackmail material would ya?” Xander said, with a smile as he wondered just what the men thought of him.
“Pops, Dad please don’t..” Strife said pouting, hating the thought if all the embarrassing tales his fathers had about him.
“Maybe later, right now Hera wants to see you two.” Joxer said, a spark of mischief in his eyes.
“Oh great, any idea what she wants with us? We haven’t done anything too bad.” Strife said, nervous about just what his grandmother wanted him for.
“I just want to performing your marriage ceremony, Strife. It seems that you have found the man who is your mate.” A graceful, woman said as she moved over to the small group.
“Its good to meet you, I’m guessing that you’re Hera, right?” Xander said, looking forward to being married to Strife for eternity. It just seemed right, as if it was meant to be Xander thought.
“Well of course it was meant to be. We should know this, we are the fates.” A group of scantly dressed women in red clothes said, overhearing his thoughts.
“How come all of you are here now, I thought that all the Gods had been killed?” Xander asked, remembering what Strife had told him about the Final Battle.
“Some of us were killed and others were simply put in a long sleep until they would be able to return to the world again.” Hera said, before silence descended.
The room changed so that it was decorated in black and red with two large red pillars at the end of a red carpet. Hera moved so that she was standing at the opposite end of the room from Strife and Xander. She quickly materialised a gold cord to tie around the pair to symbolise their bond.
Strife was led down the path with Ares, who was smiling proudly and wearing his finest battle clothes. After they had reached the end of the aisle Xander followed them, with Joxer by his side. When they had reached Strife and Ares, Xander grabbed Strife’s hand and as one they turned to face Hera.
“We are here to join this pair for eternity. This gold cord symbolises the fact that you will be joined forever.” Hera said, as she tied the cord around their waists.
“Who here gives Strife for marriage to this man?” Hera asked, her voice loud and clear.
“I Ares the God of War.” Ares said, his voice proud and sure.
“Who gives this mortal Alexander for marriage to this God?” Hera asked.
“I, Joxer the God of Trouble.” Joxer answered with a smile.
“Strife, God of Mischief do you take Alexander Lavelle Harris as your husband for eternity?” Hera asked, looking at Strife, her eyes glittering with amusement.
“Yes, of course I do!!” Strife said, annoyed at the question, like he’d be getting married otherwise.
“Do you Alexander Lavelle Harris take Strife God of Mischief as your husband for eternity?” Hera asked, her eyes looking at Xander kindly.
“Yes I do.” Xander simply said, still amazed at the fact that he was actually getting married to the man he loved.
“As the Goddess of Marriage, I declare you to be joined for eternity.” Hera said, causing a round of applause to echo in the large room.
As this was announced Xander felt a burst of energy inside his, it moved to ever part of his body. The knowledge of life as a God flowed into his brain from Strife. He felt full of life and energy, so strong that he felt his legs go weak. The connection between Strife and Xander flared with power as they were inside each other’s minds in a instant they knew everything about the other’s life so far.
Strife and Xander didn’t hear the noise as their mouths met in a kiss that lasted so long that the guests walked around the room, talking amongst themselves, waiting for them to separate.
As they parted Xander felt an arm on his shoulders. Turning Xander found himself looking into the eyes of Joxer, the man who was now one of his fathers. The thought filled Xander with joy; he now had a family that would love him.
“Welcome to the family. Unfortunately you’ll have to suspend the honeymoon. You two are now part of a prophecy.” Joxer said, his eyes shining with unspent tears.
“Oh, great another prophecy (!) What is it with those things?” Xander moaned, as thoughts of himself and Strife locked together in a room with a massive bed disappeared.
“What’s our role in the prophecy, then?” Strife asked, annoyance clearly in his voice at the fact that they had to go to work so soon after being married.
“Well, first we’ve got to let the mortals know that we Gods have returned. Then you’ve got to get together six people.” Ares said walking over, seeing how angry his son was.
“What’s so special about these people?” Xander asked, wanting to know what was so important about the people that he had to round up.
“Well they are apparently going to be Gods. They each contain the essence of a God but it won’t come to the surface until the six are together.” Joxer replied to the question.
“We’re going to let everyone see that the Gods have returned by appearing to all the leaders in the world. Every other God will be doing that as you go and round up the six. Here’s a list of the Six, I don’t mind how you get them here, just get them.” Ares said, handing Strife a small piece of black paper, with the names written on in red.
“I guess it’s time to go.” Xander said, taking Strife’s hand in his.
“See ya Pops, Dad.” The pair said as they disappeared in a flash of blue sparks.
Part 4
Strife and Xander materialised outside what Xander recognised as Angel’s offices in LA. He smiled as he thought of the wonderful joke he could have at Angel’s expense. He quickly outlined his plan to Strife and made himself visible.
Xander ran up the stairs as fast as he could, shouting at the top of his lungs, “Deadboy, help me..please!!”
As Xander reached the top floor the door opened and he found himself in Angel’s arms, not a position he wanted to be. Xander shook from trying to contain his laughter, Angel luckily thought he was shaking in fear.
“What’s wrong Xander? Is someone after you?” Angel said, his voice full of seriousness as he thought about the possible danger.
Xander only nodded unable to speak for fear of laughing, pretending to hide as Strife walked up the stairs, slowly. When Strife appeared at the door, wearing black leather and looking yummy, Xander thought, Angel moved Xander behind him and took up a defensive position in front of him.
“I advise you to move, Angelus before I get angry. You seem to be in my way.” Strife said, his voice like steel.
“I won’t let you touch Xander and my name is Angel” Angel spat out, as he opened his coat to reveal a large axe.
Angel looked on in amazement as Xander moved from behind him and ran into the stranger’s arms before kissing the man on the lips, trying to devour him. The man simply grounded his body against Xander’s as Angel blinked, unable to speak.
Pulling away from Strife, Xander looked at Angel who still hadn’t closed his mouth and let out a giggle. The vampire looked like someone had just told him that Buffy was pregnant with Spike’s child.
“Hey, Deadboy, snap out of it. For some reason you’re important to the fate of the world so you’re coming with us.” Xander said as he clicked his fingers in Angel’s eyes.
“Er... Xander what just happened?” Angel asked apparently finding his voice.
“Long story short, we played a joke on you. I haven’t got long so we’ll just have to tell you the basics.” Xander said as he wondered where to start.
Seeing his love’s hesitation Strife decided to tell the story, it wasn’t like he cared what this Angel thought, and judging by Xander’s memories, he didn’t either.
“My name is Strife the God of Mischief and this is my husband Alexander the God of Mayhem. We got married a couple of hours ago and I could think of a whole lot of things I’d rather be doing.. most of them involving me an’ Xan naked. For some horrible reason the Fates decided that we had to get a group of six people together and you are the first.” Strife said, his angry tone making it clear that he wasn’t happy at spending his honeymoon working.
“Y…You’re a… G..God.” Angel stuttered looking at Xander in disbelief.
Xander decided to prove the vampire that he was a God. He moved his hand and the air moved towards angel in waves, hitting the vampire and making him shake. Xander made Angel see everything that had happened to him; every beating and rape he endured, how much Angel had failed to help him. Then he decided to knock Angel out, it would be quieter, and they wouldn’t have to put up with his brooding. Xander quickly directed a ball of energy at the amazed vampire, who fell to the floor.
Strife and Xander ignored the body as they walked towards each other. Strife grabbed Xander’s shirt and thrust him up against the closed door and kissed him, pinning him to the door with his body. Xander retaliated by rubbing his body up against Strife and moving his hands under Strife’s black shirt, teasing his nipples.
“Boys, come on. I know you don’t want to be doing this but get to it.” Ares’ voice sounded through the room, making the Gods freeze.
“Have I mentioned that Pops has awful timing.” Strife said as he moved to kiss Xander again, ignoring his fathers’ order.
“Boys I said Now!!” Ares yelled in the room making them pull apart with one last fast, passionate kiss and a groan.
Looking at the list in his hand, Strife saw that they had to go and collect someone called Daniel…who was in Tibet. He quickly transported Angel’s unmoving body to Olympus and the Gods disappeared, the only sign of their presence was a dent in the door.
“Why can’t we go somewhere fun like a brothel or someplace with a bed?” Xander asked as they appeared in what looked like a monastery.
Looking around he recognised the man in the room as Oz, the one guy who had perhaps been his friend. Making himself visible he walked over to the man and sat down.
“Hi Oz, its good to see you again. I’ve got some things to tell you, most of them will be a surprise, but what can I say. The first is that I’m gay and I’ve met someone. This is Strife my husband the God of Mischief and as of today I’m the God of Mayhem.” Xander said as Strife appeared and sat down beside them. The only reaction from Oz was a blink.
“Now something else that involves you is that you have been named to take part in a prophecy and we need you to come with us. We will be collecting four others, the first is already back on Olympus...its Angel.” Xander continued, seeing that Oz wasn’t going to speak.
“Sure I’ll come with you.” Oz said to Xander, before turning to look at Strife and speaking again, “I don’t care if you’re a God, hurt Xan and I’ll find some way to kill you”. His voice was like ice as he looked the God in the eye.
“If I hurt him, I’ll kill myself.” Strife promised before touching Oz’s arm and transporting him to Olympus.
*******
“Let’s hurry and get the other four, maybe we’ll be able to get back to our home then.” Strife said as he looked at the list, realising that they had another vampire to collect, what was it with vampires he wondered.
They found themselves in what appeared to be a deserted warehouse but each one knew that the vamp they sought was somewhere nearby.
“Miss Edith was right you’ve come to collect me haven’t you?” A far away sounding voice said as a figure came into the room. Druscilla was wearing a black dress and
looked very happy, a fact that made Xander shiver, a happy insane vampire was never a good sign.
“Yes, we’ve come for you...are you ready?” Strife asked, seeing the effect the vampire had on Xander.
“I’m ready…will you take me to meet Angel?” She replied.
“Why don’t you go and see him now, we’ve still got to find some people.” Xander said, making Druscilla disappear to Olympus.
“I can’t believe that we’ve got to take him with us. But I suppose he wasn’t that bad. If he comes after you...am I allowed to kill him?” Strife asked as they looked at the young British man who didn’t know they were there. He remembered how the man had pursued Xander when the boy had been in high school.
“Sure, but I think we need him. Do you really want the rest of the Gods mad at us because you couldn’t control your jealousy? Besides don’t you know that you’re the only one for me.” Xander said, placing a small kiss on Strife’s lips.
“Hi Wes.” Xander said as he made himself and Strife visible. Strife erupted in giggles at the look of fear on the man’s face as they appeared. It was too good.
“We need you to come with us to Olympus. We promise that nothing will happen to you but your very important to a prophecy.” Xander said, trying to soothe the man’s fears.
“Alright, Xander I’ll come with you.” The Wesley said, as soon as these words were uttered Strife made him disappear in a flash of light.
“That wasn’t that nice. Now I’ll have to spend time apologising to him.” Xander said, smiling at the scowl that appeared on Strife’s face at the though of Xander spending time with the annoying man.
*******
Giles was startled when Xander and Strife appeared in front of him. He dropped his glasses in shock before seemingly returning to normal and speaking.
“My Lords, what can I do for you?” Giles asked, as he kneeled before them realising that they were in fact Gods.
“Hey G-Man, we need you to come to Olympus and quit it with the lords bit, its annoying.” Xander said as he wondered just how Giles knew that they were Gods.
“It that’s what you want Xander. Is this anything to do with the prophecy of the Six?” Giles asked curious.
“Yeah, we’ll transport you to Olympus as we go and get the last person and then we’ll explain to everyone. Please don’t tell anyone anything about the prophecy, it’s supposed to be us that fills everyone in.” Xander said as he made Giles disappear, his words echoing inside Giles’ mind.
Strife and Xander next appeared in a dark, lifeless apartment that looked as if it hadn’t been cleaned in a while. Sitting, searching through a spell book was Ethan Rayne. The last man of the prophecy and, in Xander’s opinion the one least likely to go with them. He remembered that they just had to get him to Olympus. It didn’t matter what kind of state he was in. Knowing this Xander hit the man with a ball of energy that knocked the man unconscious. Xander just wanted to get back home and screw Strife into the mattress.
The group of three appeared in Olympus to find everyone sitting silently. Using their powers Xander and Strife commanded each one to sleep for at least eight hours, more than enough for the Gods to have a good time for a while.
“Lets go.” Xander said, as Strife made them disappear in a haze of red and blue sparks.
When they materialised they were in a bedroom decorated in mix of black and red. In the centre of the room was a large bed with black silk sheets. Bedside the bed lay a bowl of oil and candles. On the moves of Xander’s hand the candles lit.
Strife pushed the younger God onto the bed, so the man was on his hands and knees, Strife scooped up some of oil with his fingers. Coating his index finger, the he slid it into Xander’s cleft he started rubbing the oil spread gently around his entrance, feeling the tiny shudders that passed through his love. Xander moaned as the slick finger caressed sensitive skin, then thrust back against the tormenting hand. Probing the small pucker with more determination, the older God pressed inward. Xander gasped as his lover's finger slid in, the muscles tightening around the probing finger.
Watching himself finger-fuck the perfect round ass, Strife groaned with desire and need. Strife pulled out and slid two fingers in, scissoring them to stretch the younger God then searched for the small nub deep in the hot channel.
"Oh Gods . . . please . . . I need you now!" Xander moaned through the haze of desire.
His words were interrupted as Strife grabbed his hips, using his hands to spread the perfect cheeks he'd been caressing, then plunged into his husbands waiting body.
Xander thrust his hips against Strife’s as the Strife pounded into him, driving them him into the mattress in the desire to claim his husband. Xander’s cock rubbed against the mattress, providing a delicious friction that countered Strife's movements. The younger God felt the orgasm rumble in the pit of his belly, radiating out to every part of his body as the hard cock drove into his ass, pushing him further and further towards the edge.
Strife thrust in and out of Xander's body, his fingers gripping the warm skin trying to get deeper and closer with every thrust. His hands skimmed along the lithe back, across broad shoulders, and down strong arms, locking his fingers with Xander’s. He angled his strokes to hit the younger man's prostate, a whispered "oh, yeah!" encouraging him.
Strife felt Xander shudder as his orgasm began and the muscles in his ass clenched deliciously, making the Strife come inside him with a snarl, Xander shouted “Strife” before coming into the mattress. With a thought the wet patch disappeared and the two Gods fell asleep, their hands entwined, exhausted from their lovemaking.
Part 5
Xander awoke the next morning to the feeling of someone running their hands along his ribcage. It felt arousing and soothing, so he gave in to the desire to just lie in Strife's arms, knowing that they would have to move.
"Are the Guests awake?" Xander asked the tone of his voice making it clear that he really wasn't interested. He knew that the six people in the main room were important but he hadn't planned on spending his honeymoon fighting to save the world.
"They woke up about an hour ago, but unfortunately the doors are all stuck and won't open. I can't think why (!)" Strife replied to the question, still running his fingers along Xander's ribs, with a delightfully cruel smirk on his face.
"I guess we should go and see them. As soon as I've got you dressed, that is." Xander said moving out of the bed, pushing Strife out first. He stood looking at Strife thinking about just what Strife would look great in. Finally he decided and waved his hand. Strife looked down in surprise to find himself wearing a blood red silk shirt, tight leather pants, and leather boots. He looked delicious Xander decided.
"Since we're playing dress up the husband, I'll pick ya clothes." Strife stated, making Xander wonder just what he would end up wearing. Remembering Strife's jealousy the day before he wondered if he'd end up totally covered up. In a weird kind of way he liked Strife's possessiveness.
With a nod of his head Strife dressed Xander and whistled appreciatively at the picture of sexuality his husband painted. Xander was wearing matching leather pants, boots, and a green silk shirt that looked wonderful with his dark eyes.
The pair looked at each other and at their hands realising that neither had a ring to show their marriage. It wasn't needed with the other Gods but now that they would be walking around with mortals both needed some symbol of their love. Using a small amount of his power Xander transported a ring from his wooden box in the basement of the Harris house onto Strife's hand. It was a silver ring with two hearts entwined on the middle. With a thought the words "X loves S eternally " were engraved on the inside. It had been his grandmother's wedding band and a present to Xander on his 18th birthday the only one he had received that year. He had always intended to give it to whoever won his heart, mind, body, and soul. Strife owned him completely as he owned Strife, he was simply giving it to the person it had always been destined for.
"This is to show everyone that you belong to me as I belong to you." Xander said with a smile as Strife waved his hand and a silver ring appeared on Xander's hand. The ring was a thin silver band with the words "S and X forever" engraved on the inside. Strife smiled as he saw the sign of his love on Xander's hand.
Strife quickly gave Xander a kiss before transporting the pair into the main were their six unwanted guests were waiting. Silence descended on the room as everyone turned to look at the two Gods. Everyone waited unwilling to speak. Rolling his eyes Xander decided that he would have to break the silence if he ever wanted to get back to his honeymoon.
*******
"Did you all sleep well? Not that it really matters. I’m Alexander Harris the God of Mayhem, you can all call me Xander. The gorgeous man at my side is my husband Strife the God of Mischief." Xander said his voice giving away his boredom. He smiled at Strife as Strife opened his mouth to speak.
"I'm very possessive so don't get any ideas about my Xan or I may have to hurt you." Strife said looking at Wesley, remembering the man's crush on Xander. Wesley swallowed audibly as he took in the maniacal gleam in Strife's eyes.
"Xander don't worry we won't interfere in your relationship but can we just ask exactly why we're here?" Oz said, speaking for the six.
"Basically put you're here because the you all contain the essence of a God. There is a prophecy called the Sacred Six it is about a group of gods who are formed when six people come together. Well to be exact three pairs of two within the six. When the correct pairs come together you will all become Gods to replace the gap within the Gods." Xander said before Strife finished the speech.
"This might be against the rules but who cares about the rules. I'll give you all a copy of the prophecy and you should all follow you're feelings. You all know who you're meant to be with." Strife said before six copies of the prophecy appeared on black paper written in red.
Each of the six took a copy of the prophecy and retreated to a private part of the room to figure out just who was their soul mate.
"We feel we can trust you so we give you free access to our home. But be careful there are a couple of rooms that have some unpleasant monsters in and don't go in our bedroom that's strictly out of bounds." Xander said sitting down on Strife's lap watching the six.
*******
"I bet that Wesley won't figure it out first. I think that you're old pal Giles will be first to figure out each pair." Strife whispered in Xander's ears as he stroked the younger God's hair.
"No. it'll be Oz man. He is just great at things like this and Wesley's not too bad either." Xander replied nuzzling into Strife's neck.
As they were talking Oz quickly walked over towards the silent Angel and coughed, alerting the vampire to his presence. Taking a seat next to Angel Oz smiled and spoke, wondering what the vampire was thinking.
"Hey Angel, I guess you've read the prophecy. You do realise who the pairs are don't you?" Oz said waiting for an answer.
"Not all of them but it won't take long." Angel replied a smile on his face.
"I'll let you in on a secret. You and I are supposed to be together. I'm fire and you are ice, in case you didn't know my hair is actually red. The seeing one is obviously Dru and the injured is Wes, so Giles and Ethan are the final pair." Oz said before turning to face the vampire face to face.
It was unclear which one moved first, neither of them knew or cared. One minute they were looking at each other the next their lips touched. The world disappeared as they kissed each other, both feeling the pieces slot into place, feeling as if they were truly at home. The kiss was both gentle and rough, hard and soft, loving and dangerous.
"Congratulations, guys its nice to see that the two of you have figured it out." Xander said before making the pair disappear into one of the many bedrooms. Xander quickly moved his thoughts away from what Angel and Oz would be doing.
Part 6
Xander sighed, annoyed that it was taking so long. He had expected Giles or Wesley to have figured it out since they had spent most of their time translating obscure texts. With a pout he turned to Strife who was staring at him in a haze of lust. The pair kissed tenderly, uncaring about their audience.
“Hello Kitten, you’re mine aren’t you? Miss Edith told me all about you, we’ll spend eternity forever, Kitten. I’ll protect you, no one hurts what’s mine.” Dru whispered into Wesley’s ear, causing shivers to run down the man’s spine.
Wesley nervously licked his lips, as he looked up at the beautiful vampire. Why had he never noticed how wonderful she was. “Maybe because she was a bad guy?” Xander’s voice echoed inside Wesley’s head with a mix of amusement and sarcasm.
“That’s it, I’m bored. In case you haven’t figured it out, you belong with her.” Strife shouted at Wesley, irritated that he had to supervise the prophecy instead of being alone with Xan.
With a wave of his hand, Xander transported Wesley and Dru to one of the many spare bedrooms, making sure that it was the bedroom furthest from his and Strife’s. He wasn’t too sure that Strife wouldn’t try and kill the Watcher. The last thing he wanted was to spend what was left of his honeymoon trying to find Wesley’s scattered particles.
“We’re gonna go to bed now. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Xander said to Ethan
and Giles as the Gods disappeared in a flash of blue sparks.
*******
Blue sparks illuminated the bedroom as Strife and Xander appeared in the darkened room, with a look the room was covered with small vanilla candles, which added a sensual glow.
Xander stripped himself of his clothes while walking into the adjoining bathroom. He just needed to relax after the craziness of the last two days, and what better way then with a bubble bath.
“Sandalwood bubbles.” Xander said aloud, smiling when the bubbles appeared in the bath, he stepped inside and groaned at the feel of the bubbles caressing his skin.
As he leaned back, Xander was happy to see that Strife was in the bath, his pale skin contrasting with Xander’s own tanned bronze skin. With a contented sigh he lay back against his love, happy to just be together.
“Oh, its great to see that you care so much about me, Xan.” Strife’s muttered as he looked down and saw that Xander had fallen asleep, exhausted after everything that had happened. Strife could understand it as he was feeling worn out as well. With a thought Strife teleported to the bedroom still holding Xander, and reached for the silk covers. Tightly holding his sleeping husband, Strife closed his eyes ready to join Xander in dreamland.
*******
“Boys get up now, your presence is requested along with your guests.” Hera’s voice echoed in the minds of the sleeping Gods causing Xander to groan in protest. What was it about the Gods had they never heard of privacy?
Xander stumbled out of bed, moving to give Strife a proper good morning kiss, causing each one to groan before they parted. Neither of them would go against Hera’s wishes over such a little matter, it wasn’t worth making her annoyed.
“I’ll get Dru and Wesley, while you get the others. I’m not letting him near you!” Strife said looking Xander in the eye.
“Sure, I’ll meet you at Hera’s.” Xander replied as the two Gods disappeared from the room in a flash of light.
Xander quickly woke Oz and Angel, pleased to see that the pair had obviously enjoyed themselves, if the bite marks on their necks were any indication. Angel was worn out but happy, judging by the smug grin on his face, not that Xander really cared about him. Looking at Oz closely he was relieved to discover that the younger man was in love with the Angel and that Angel returned his feelings. Xander was pleased that one of his friends had found true love.
With a wave of his hand, Xander woke and dressed the pair, causing the couple to jump in surprise. Xander quickly calmed them down and explained that they had to met Hera, the queen on the Gods. This made the pair more nervous to Xander’s amusement.
Xander quickly teleported the group to the main room where Giles and Ethan had spent the night. The couple were wrapped around each other one of the many chairs in the main room, it was clear that they had recently finished an active bout of love making. Moving to Giles, Xander gently shook the man who had been like his father.
“G-Man, get up and wake Ethan. We’ve got to see Hera and we really don’t want to keep her waiting.” Xander said, smiling as Giles jumped up in alarm when he realised just who he was going to see.
*******
Once everyone was dressed and somewhat presentable, Xander teleported to Hera’s main temple, which was full of beautiful plants many of which hadn’t been seen for hundreds of years. Strife appeared with Wesley and Dru, the small group moved to stand with the other mortals. Hera was sitting in the middle of the room on an elegant oak chair.
“Now that everyone is here, I would like to speak to our guests. As you may know you are our Godly descendants. It has been foretold that the Six will bring a new age to Olympus when their Godhoods are granted. You will each receive your Godhood upon your marriages. I take it you all know your destined partner.” Hera said as the room changed.
A large red carpet flowed from the front of the temple to the alter in the middle of the temple. Within seconds the room was full of Gods and Goddesses all ready for the upcoming weddings.
“Lets get this over with.” Xander said, eager to go on his promised honeymoon.
“Can the six take their place at the alter? Strife and Alexander will have the responsibility of escorting you down the aisle.” Hera said as she moved to take her place.
Xander escorted Dru, Angel and Giles down the carpet, happy that his part in the prophecy was almost over. A few minutes later Strife followed with Wesley, Oz, and Ethan, part of him wondering where Cupid was. He hadn’t seen his brother since he returned to Olympus.
“We are here to join these pairs for eternity. This gold cord symbolises the fact that you will be joined forever.” Hera said, as she tied the cord around their waists.
“Who here gives this woman for marriage to this man?” Hera asked, her voice loud and clear.
“I, Alexander the God of Mayhem.” Xander said, slightly bored.
“Who gives this man for marriage to this woman?” Hera asked.
“I Strife, the God of Mischief.” Strife said, at the same time wondering when he could get Xander alone.
Hera quickly moved to the other couples wrapping the cord around their waists before asking the same questions. Taking the waiting ambrosia Hera moved to each of the mortals ordering them to take a drink. After all of them had done so she declared the ceremony complete and the marriage performed.
“For those of you who were vampires, the demon has been removed and is in Hades’ realm.” Hera said as she removed the golden cords.
“The matter now is that of your Godhoods. Druscilla you will be the Goddess of Childhood and Innocence, Wesley you are the God of the Wronged Souls. Rupert Giles you are the God of Revenge, Ethan Rayne you are the God of Justice. Angelus you are the God of Redemption and Daniel Osborne you are the God of Regret.” Hera said as she looked at the happy couple.
There was a flash of sparks as Cupid appeared holding onto someone that appeared familiar to Xander he just couldn’t figure out who. As Cupid moved closer his companion became clear causing Xander to stare in amazement.
“Spike and Cupid??” Xander shouted in a mix of shock and disbelief.
The End
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