Xander sighed dejectedly, as he trudged down the street. It was pouring,
and cold rain was dripping down his back. Giles had been upset because he
had bought the wrong doughnuts. The nearest shop had been all out of his
favorites. Cordelia had bitched about the fact that had brought Coke
instead of Pepsi. Willow and Oz were just ignoring him like they had since
he had kissed Willow.
He physically flinched when he remembered the derisive laughter that had
greeted his tentative suggestion that he go back out and get what everyone
wanted. Giles had snorted something about not the task not straining even
his intellect to badly, while Buffy had tossed him a satchel of wooden
stakes. "Better take these I won't be held responsible when you get
yourself drained dry."
"Better give him an Uzi, then he might actually have a chance...." Cordelia
snorted.
"Against a mouse maybe." Buffy giggled.
At the sound of his laughter Xander's remaining courage fled and he followed
it out the door. And that was how he found himself in his current
predicament. Cold wet and miserable is my world he thought wryly. A part
of him knew his friends were just teasing at least he hoped they were just
teasing. He wished sometimes though that he could find someone that
believed in him... maybe even loved him. He sighed again. Well at least
things couldn't get worse.
He stopped short in horror at his thought. Jeeze Xander this is Sunnydale.
I can't believe you just thought that in Sunnydale. Sure enough something
or someone slammed up against his side driving him into the wall.
"Look at this." A voice gloated in his ear. "Damned if it isn't one of the
Slayer's Slayerettes."
Xander jerked his head around to find himself face to face with one of the
many random vamps that roamed the streets. Well at least there is only one
of them.
As the thought surfaced two more materialized out of the fog and rain. "You
sure we should be messing around with him. I mean if he is one of the
Slayer's friends...."
"Are you kidding? This is Xander aka. doughnut boy. Besides I've always
wondered what a slayerette tasted like." The first vamp said mockingly as
he lowered his mouth baring his fangs.
Xander squeezed his eyes shut and tensed himself in preparation. He
flinched when he felt something wet probe his neck. His eyes flew open in
shock and he shuddered as he realized the vampire was licking his neck. He
shuddered in revulsion.
The vampire's one hand wandered down his chest across his stomach and cupped
his groin. "What do you think guys? Is he a Slayerettes all over or just
in name?"
"We'll have to take his clothes off to know for sure?" Leered the other.
Fuck this. There was no way that Xander was going down without any kind of
fight. He futilely shoved at the vampire with all of his strength. "Get the
fuck of me you walking corpse."
"Now now. I'm afraid that's not possible. Now getting the fuck off in you
well that's another story." He burrowed his nose in Xander's pulse point.
"At least this way you won't die a virgin. Now a little sip to make you
more pliable." The fangs came closer to his neck, and the vampire murmured.
"Who knows if you're good enough maybe I'll even bring you over."
Xander struggled desperately against the iron hands that held him prisoner,
shuddering as he felt the fangs begin to pierce his neck. Just as suddenly
as the vampire had appeared he disappeared, and Xander crumpled to the
ground clutching his throat as a layer of fine ash drifted down to cover
him.
In panic, he desperately sucked air down into his lungs. His mind tried to
deal with the sudden reversal in circumstances. Buffy. He thought. Buffy
must have saved me. I'll have to thank her. He looked up blinking the ever
present rain out of his eyes, and found himself staring into the glowing red
eyes of Spike.
"What the fuck do you want?" Xander gasped as he lunged to his feet and
tried to get his wobbly legs to flee.
Spike caught him easily and gently cupped his head as he grinned at him.
"Now luv is that anyway to talk to your fairy godmother." Spike laughed
insanely as he smashed Xander's head back into the wall.
Xander's last thought as the world went dim was that Spike had finally lost
what little sanity he had.
Xander shivered as a cool breeze lifted the hair on his arms and caused his
skin to goose pimple. He stirred uneasily, as his mind vaguely tried to
remember what had happened. An alley. He remembered dreaming about some
alley. He thought muzzily as he tried to burrow into the slick blankets
underneath him. Slick! His brow wrinkled. He didn't have slick sheets. He
pried open his eyes to find himself looking at black satin sheets.
He jerked trying to sit up as his mind filled in the blanks. Unfortunately,
cold metal bracelets pinned his arms together over his head restricting his
movements. His eyes followed the links of the chain up to the large metal
loop to which he was bound. It looked like it was anchored straight into
the wall. He gave an experimental tug and it didn't move an inch. This
doesn't look good. He shivered again. Why am I so cold? He glanced down at
himself and found that he was completely naked. Shit, this is getting worse
and worse. He quickly scooted as far up the bed as possible and curled his
knees and bound hands to his chest.
"Now, now luv you're ruining the esthetics of the situation." said Spike's
voice as he materialized out of the gloom to the right. Spike grabbed one
of his ankles and quickly pulled him flat onto his back again. The hot,
hungry eyes followed the planes and curves of Xander's long lean body.
"Yes. This might just work after all."
Xander struggled briefly against the fingers trapping his ankle. He lifted
his other leg up to kick Spike.
"I wouldn't do that luv." Spike growled as his fingers closed painfully
around Xander's ankle. "I wouldn't want to have to chain your legs up too."
Xander subsided unwillingly against the pillow.
"Don't pout luv. We really have too much to do if we're to be ready in
time." Spike slunk onto the bed propping himself up on one arm, while
running his thumb over Xander's lower lip.
For some reason that motion broke through the fear that had kept Xander
silent until that moment. "What the fuck is this 'we' you keep talking
about? If you think for one moment that I'm gonna lie here and be bait for
some scheme you have going to trap Buffy you've got another another thought
coming. Let me the fuck go." He tugged demandingly on the chains his arms
were attached to.
Spike's answering chuckled was a mere exhalation of air. "Now luv surely
you don't think I went to all the trouble of dusting those three idiots,
just to set you free." Spike threw his one leg over Xander's effectively
trapping him on the bed. Spike leaned over sniffing at Xander's temple as
he soothed his hand across the boy's cheekbone. "Though they were right
about one thing. You do smell quite good."
"Well I don't want you smelling me." Xander tried jerking away from Spike.
Spike was so curled around him that he couldn't create much distance between
them. "What the hell do you want?"
"I already told you luv. These mortals, they have such short attention
spans." Spike tskked.
"Well refresh my memory, then." Xander said doing some growling of his own.
Spike shook with laughter. "You know luv, you would make a very cute
vampire."
Xander tried shoving at Spike again in frustration.
"Now luv don't go getting all upset. As I told you before I'm here to be
your fairy godmother."
"What the fuck are you talking about?!" Xander grunted as he continued to
struggle against Spike.
"You know. I give you a make over, get you to the ball on time, and then get
you hitched to the fair prince. And all this before midnight of some such
rot." Spike said as he rolled fully over onto Xander stilling his struggles
completely.
"Prince!!??" Xander shrieked. "I'm not even gay!!"
Spike snorted in derision. "Yeah right luv." Spike leaned forward until he
was nuzzling Xander's hair. "That's why you had such a huge boner when Angel
had you in a headlock at the school. Did you know that a vampire's sense of
smell is much better then a mortals?" Spike questioned contemplatively." It
is so easy to smell the acrid scent of fear," Spike sniffed at Xander's neck
as Xander shivered. "or the sharp edge of arousal."
"Don't!" Xander yelped as Spike started to sniff his way down his chest.
"Relax, luv. If my plan doesn't work I might just decide to keep you
instead." Spike grinned up at Xander.
"I don't want you to keep me!!" Xander yelled.
"You better hope the plan works then." Spike smirked.
"What the hell is this plan you keep rambling about?" Xander snarled.
Spike looked down at Xander before sighing in resignation. Then he propped
his head up on his hand and started to run his fingers up and down Xander's
chest while circling his nipples. "It's real simple luv. Dru doesn't want
anyone taking her Daddy away from her, so she sent me out to kill what she
thinks of as her rival."
"You're going to kill Buffy?!" Xander struggled against the body holding him
down.
"Wrong luv. Dru wants me to kill Angel's true love. Not that silly
slayer."
Xander wrinkled his brow as he looked at Spike. "Isn't that Buffy? That's
why he lost his soul. He had his moment of true happiness."
Spike snorted again. "That's what Willow told her to comfort the bitch.
The truth is that he lost his soul because he had sex with a pure Slayer.
It wouldn't have been a problem if the silly bitch hadn't been a virgin."
Xander shook his head his eyes wide in bewilderment. "Who is Angel's true
love? Who are you going to kill?"
Spike leaned over Xander menacingly. "Why you of course?"
Xander's eyes blanked in for a moment shock before shining with denial.
"Yeah and we all know how together her deck of cards is."
Spike unwilling snorted with laughter. "Do you take anything seriously
luv?"
"Not when you come up with something as ridiculous as that."
Spike chuckled again as he leaned his chin on Xander's chest. "I'm sorry
luv but I'm totally serious this time. Drusilla sent me to kill you because
her dolls told her that you're Angel's true love."
"Let's say I even buy into this shit. How the hell does that bother her?
Angel isn't even here. In case you hadn't noticed Angel isn't the one in
charge. Angelus is, and the only thing I've noticed about him is that he
wants to kill me."
"Well he always was an insane wanker. Sometimes I think I'm the only sane
vampire out there."
It was Xander's turn to snort with laughter.
"You wound me to the quick luv. I'm the very picture of sanity compared to
Angelus. I mean do I go around stalking slayer's I don't even love. To say
nothing of this plan he has to end the world. I mean did the bloody idiot
forget what hell is like that he wants to bring it to earth." Spike growled
shaking his head in disgust.
"Why!....Does!....It!....Matter!...." Xander growled.
"Patience. Patience. Youth these days." Spike clucked.
"If you're gonna kill me. I want to know why." Xander growled as he tried
to shove Spike off with a twist of his body.
Spike shoved back with his hips, grinding the growing bulge in his pants
against Xander. "Now. Now luv. I never said I was gonna do what Dru said.
I may love her but she's just as loopy as Angelus. It's all very simple.
Angel fucked the virgin slayer and Angelus was able to take
over. Angelus fucks Angel's virgin love and Angel is able to take over."
"That is the stupidest plan I've ever heard." Xander exploded. "First of
all Angel doesn't love me. He loves Buffy. Secondly, I'M NOT A VIRGIN!!!
AND THIRD THERE'S NO WAY IN HELL ANGELUS IS GOING TO FUCK ME!!!"
Spike's mouth crushed Xander's in a parody of a kiss. He forced his way
into Xander's mouth plundering it, his tongue taking every inch and making
it his own. He levered himself off Xander and looked down at him as he
gasped in shock. "That's better luv. Don't go forgetting who you're
talking to. As I said before if it doesn't work then I get to keep you. Not
quite Dru mind you, but you will do quite well. But back to the plan, about
your first objection Dru may be slightly of center but she understands
things better then other people and if she thinks that you are a threat then
you are. As for the virgin thing well how many men have had your ass
Xander?" Spike's hand slid down from Xander's hips under his butt and
cupped his ass squeezing slightly to emphasize his point.
"I can smell your purity. It is a particularly heady scent, and if Angelus
won't take the bait I definitely will. As for Angelus taking the bait, I
can practically guarantee it. Angelus has always wanted what I have, and he
definitely thinks of the Slayer and the Slayerettes as his." Spike thrust
against Xander again. "So when we show up at the Sunnydale high ball with my
scent all over you Angelus is going to go ballistic. He'll know that I'm
taking you from him and he will try to take you back." Spike grinned
insanely.
"What if I won't cooperate?" Xander bared his teeth at Spike. "I don't
want Angelus. I don't want to have anything to do with him."
"Well then we'll just have to go to plan B where I fuck you." Spike thrust
again his face starting to change as his thrusts quickened.
"Stop it! Get off me, now."
"Have you changed your mind about Plan A?" Spike smirked.
"Okay, let me see if I got this right. I can either get fucked by the
psychotic vampire with orders from his girlfiend of a hundred year to kill
me or I can go for door number two and get fucked by the psychotic vampire
that is stalking my best friend and has made vows to kill all her friends.
My, my decisions, decisions."
"Well I wouldn't have put it quite so eloquently luv, but yes that is the
general idea." Spike had stilled against him. "There is also the fact that
your freedom is rather restricted here." Spike reached up and rattled the
cuffs attached to Xander's wrists for emphasis. "If you decide to stay with
me, I won't let you walk away. You might be able to guilt Angel into
letting you go, but you would never escape me."
Xander felt something twist in his gut, something that thrilled at the
possessive words he was hearing. Everyone else had always given up on him
so easily as if he wasn't worth any effort on their parts. His body began to
wake to the hard coldness of the one pinning him to the bed. His mouth
opened of it's own volition, "But you don't love me."
Spike sighed and lowered his head, brushing his lips lightly across
Xander's. "No, but it would be so easy for me to do so. The thing is Angel
loves you now, and I love Dru. She's mine whether she realizes it or not.
If she wasn't around we wouldn't even be having this conversation. You and
I would be hundreds of miles away from this hell hole and I would never let
you go."
"You really think this hair-brained idea has a chance of working." Xander
asked savagely pushing the feelings of arousal out of his consciousness.
"Hey no jokes about the hair luv."
Xander smirked up at Spike.
"Dru's afraid it will. It wasn't your arousal that gave you away at the
school, it was Angel's."
"Really!" Xander's eyes went wide.
"I mean come on you either fuck it or eat it you don't do both that's just
disgusting."
Xander blinked twice before his mouth opened of it's own volition again.
"So I take you don't swallow."
Spike and Xander both looked at each other for one shocked moment before
Spike lowered his head to claim Xander's lips. After a long thorough kiss
which left them both panting, Spike rose to mere inches above his mouth and
hovered. "Keep that up luv and I'll forget about letting you choose, forget
about Dru and Angelus."
"And then Angelus will open the Hellmouth and it won't much matter cause
I'll be dead anyway."
Spike sighed. "He is a daft bugger. I can always bring you over."
"No way. I'm way attached to my soul."
"I meant what I said. If you're mine I won't give you up, even to death."
Spike snarled at him.
"And I won't go around killing my friends, and other innocent people."
Xander snarled back up at Spike.
They both continued snarling for a second before looking at each other
ruefully. "We'd probably end up killing each other." Xander laughed.
Spike pulled Xander to him, for one brief moment he wrapped his arms around
him like he would never let him go. Xander wiggled firmly away and said,
"You're the predator, how do we go about catching Angelus?"
Spike grinned evilly. "We need the right bait of course." Spike eyes traced
up and down Xander's body lingering on the obvious signs of Xander's arousal
as he licked his lips. "And my scent on the bait."
"Well that shouldn't be a problem with the way you've been rubbing yourself
all over me." Xander's snappish words were born of frustrated impatience.
Spike chuckled as he pushed Xander back on the pillow. "Scent marking
Xander, which means I piss or come all over you." Spike covered Xander's
body with his, grinding their erections together.
Xander gasped in shock, his eyes fell shut as he arched into Spike. Spike's
mouth traveled down Xander's chest leaving a trail of moisture on it. He
paused briefly at each nipple teasing them into peaks with his tongue.
Xander writhed trying to push up into Spike while pulling insistently at the
cuffs on his wrists. Through the haze of pleasure he felt the hard body that
was covering him move off. His eyes snapped open and he looked up at Spike.
Spike was straddling his body as he unbuttoned his pants. He smirked down
into Xander's face, "It wouldn't do much good if I came in my pants."
Xander felt both embarrassed and empowered by the reminder that this wasn't
real. Embarrassed that he had been so sucked in that he had forgotten that
he was currently chained to a bed with a vampire hovering over him, and
empowered because he could see that Spike was not immune to the situation.
He could see the vampire's hands shaking. His face must have revealed his
ambivalence because Spike lurched forward covering his body again. His
hands came up and roughly cupped both sides of Xander's face.
"Don't worry luv, at this moment, in this bed there is only you and I.
Angel and Dru will come later, but now is the time for us." Spike's mouth
plunged down toward Xander's and plundered it without restraint. "You're so
hot luv. I want to be in you so badly." The kisses slid down the contour
of his cheek and fixated on the pulse point on Xander's neck. "I want to
feel you writhing on my fangs." Spike began to grind his erection into
Xander's.
Xander whimpered in a mixture of fear and desire.
"Shhh, luv. Be still. I'm almost there." Spike whispered against Xander's
neck, as his thrusts quickened.
Xander stilled in terror as he felt the change take his companion. He felt
the fangs graze his neck and a wetness cover his groin. At that, he himself
exploded up against Spike.
After a long panting moment, Spike gathered himself and rolled off of
Xander. "Well was it good for you luv."
Xander jerked his head up and glared at the vampire lying beside him.
"Now, now luv. Don't get into a snit." Spike was leaning nonchalantly on his
arm. "We still have to get you ready for the ball."
Xander looked at him incredulously. "You can't seriously expect me to go to
the ball smelling like this."
"I thought I explained this." Spike said with long suffering. "It's scent
marking. It's a quite a common thing for a powerful vampire to do. The
vampire covers his intended with his scent before consummating the
relationship, then he take him out and flaunts him in front of the rest. If
I were to take you out with the smell of urine on you it would mean that you
were meant to become my slave, with the scent of my cum on you it means that
you will be my mate or concubine. If I then bring you over later you will be
my mate. If Angelus ever wants you he will have to take you now or by law
he will only be able to take you later by killing me. Now Angelus would much
rather have me alive and humiliated then dead, so he will make his move at
the ball."
"This is all assuming he even wants me."
Spike continued on as if Xander had not even spoken. "If he defeats me in
the challenge, then he will take you directly back to his lair and I'm sure
you can guess the rest."
"I have just two questions." Xander snarled.
"Well?!" Spike raised one eyebrow.
"What exactly do you mean by IF?!! and just what makes you think that Buffy
and Company are just going to sit on their hands while you and Angelus trash
the ball?"
"It's very simple Buffy and I have made a deal. I've told her I know of a
way to get Angel's soul back, and in return I get Dru, so she promised not
to interfere."
"I don't believe you. Buffy wouldn't stand by and let me be taken by
Angelus." Xander shook his head while biting his lip.
Spike looked down at the boy watching the hurt fill his eyes. The demon in
him wanted to slam the boy back against the bed and yell into his face that
Buffy didn't care what happened to him as long as she got her Angel back,
but instead he found himself gathering the boy up and lying his ass off. "Of
course not she thinks that you have the cure and you have to get close
enough to fix him." Spike felt the awful tension that had held the boy
rigid in his arms release.
"What about the IF?" He heard the boy mumble into his shirt.
One thing Spike was sure of was that he would find a way to make certain
that Xander was protected from his so called friends in the future. "Well if
I win, all bets are off."
"What?!" Xander sat back in shock, trying to pull out of the arms that bound
him.
Spike reached back and jerked the chain that held Xander's wrists free from
the wall. He grabbed Xander's still bound wrists and hauled the boy up onto
his lap. "It's very simple." Spike said. "If I win there will be no need
to worry. I will be in charge of the group of vampire's in
Hellmouth. Angelus will be my slave. Dru will become my concubine, because
she betrayed me, and you will become my mate."
Xander opened his mouth to protest, and found a tongue shoved down his
throat.
Spike only released the pressure on Xander's mouth when the boy started to
struggle to breathe. He ran his free hand down and up Xander's back
brushing and playing with the ends of his hair. "Don't worry I have heard
it all before. You'll fight me. I'll never get away with this. Your friends
will rescue you. Just remember this promise if you become mine then I won't
ever let you go."
Xander shivered as he felt the promise or was it a threat reach down into
his very bones.
"But enough of this seriousness." Spike stood up quickly. Xander slid off
his lap, and would have fallen onto the floor except for the iron hold that
Spike had on his wrists. Spike used that grip to haul him in close, and
gave him a peck on the cheek. "Careful luv don't fall."
Xander staggered back as Spike released him completely, before giving him a
slight shove toward the closet.
"Time to dress you for the ball." Spike pinched him on the rump, causing
Xander to whirl around and glare at him.
"It's going to be hard to dress with my hands bound." Xander thrust his
wrists out.
"Don't worry about that luv. I haven't even picked out what you're going to
wear yet."
"I'm quite capable of picking out my own outfit." Xander snarled.
"Yes but I want you to look good luv. I'm thinking something in silk and
leather."
"What is it with vampire's and leather anyway. Is it like the moment you
cross over you starting wanting to wear leather."
"No but the primal scent of leather and your and my sperm mixed should send
Angelus over the edge rather rapidly." Spike grabbed Xander and pulled him
up against him allowing the boy to feel his erection. "Just the thought of
it makes me want you."
Xander moaned at the sensation.
"Are you sure you don't want to go back to bed?"
Xander shook his head firmly, and turned resolutely back to the closet.
Angelus smirked as he surveyed the crowd of teenagers in frilly dresses and
tuxes. He could feel the heat and warmth from the crowd. He could almost
taste the blood that would flow tonight. It really was too bad that speed
racer would have to miss out on the fun, but he could feel the
answering eagerness and hunger in the form of Dru beside him. Tonight they
and the minions would dine well. He watched the sheep with a proprietary
air. Who would he cull out of the herd tonight? Maybe it was time to take
the whole herd? The slaughter would be wonderful. The
thick rich blood would cover the floor.
He was jarred out of his contemplation by Drusilla's whiny voice. "My
doll's don't want to be here tonight."
Dru was really starting to get annoying. He was becoming increasingly
frustrated with her frequent trips into insanity. Maybe if he still had his
soul he thought with a snort he might feel some sort of pity or remorse for
her situation but now he felt penned in by her clinging. In a way she
reminded him of that bitch of a slayer. Oh well Dru did have her uses.
Spike always changed to a charming shade of green when he laid Dru out
beneath him. Tormenting Spike was the high point of many a day.
He was still upset that he had lost so much control over Spike. He
remembered the time when Spike would hang on his every word, when Spike was
completely dependant on him. Now all he received was insolence and
insubordination. At every turn Spike silently fought him for domination,
and Angelus' anger only grew. Even that fight left him with a sense of
ennui though. Something was missing.
Eat. Torment the slayer. Eat Torment Spike. Eat. Torment Dru. It was all
getting rather boring. For now he growled at Dru. "It doesn't matter what
your Dolls want I want to dance, and play with the Slayer."
"Why? You don't even like her anymore. She's no fun to play with." Dru
pouted.
Angelus sighed as he resisted the urge to strangle her. What was it about
all the people in his life? He either wanted to strangle them or fuck them.
Speaking about people he wanted to strangle or fuck, where was the slayer's
little lap dog. Here Xander, Xander. Everyone else was
here, but where the hell was the boy. The group was bunched up slightly in
front of the rest of the whimpering crowd. They clustered around Buffy who
clutched her injured arm, while the vampires hovered around the outside of
the group waiting for the signal that Angelus had yet to give. He hated not
knowing where the boy was. His victory wouldn't be complete without all of
the slayerettes being here.
Two of his minions burst through the door. "Well did you find the boy!"
"Nnno Mamaster. He's nnno where around." The one closer to Angelus
stammered.
Angelus lunged at the vampire, lifting him off the ground by his throat.
"Then why aren't you looking for him?!" Angelus shook the vampire before
throwing him at his mate. "I want the boy found!"
"May...maybe he didn't come."
Angelus stalked toward the cringing pair, then suddenly changed his
direction. He ended up in front of the slayerettes. "Where is Xander?" He
growled threateningly.
"Who knows? We haven't seen him since last night. It's not like he's
dependable or anything." Buffy answered.
"Yeah." Cordelia chimed in. "He can't even get simple food orders right."
Angelus looked at them in amazement, as he remembered all the times the boy
had helped the slayer. Did they all have such revisionist thinking? Did
they have any clue about how loyal their friend was? He looked at the
sycophants that clustered around behind him and wished he had one that would
risk as much as Xander would for the Slayerettes. He was much more nervous
at Xander's absence then he would have been if any of the others had been
missing. If there was someone in the Scooby gang who could foil his plans
Xander was the one. He stepped up to Cordelia and looked her up and down,
sniffing at her hair as she trembled in front of him.
"I do wonder about his taste sometimes." He whirled away stalking the
length of the room. He didn't even glance back at the group, as he spoke to
his underlings. "Finish them. I don't want
any of them turned." He watched his followers surged forward toward the
defenseless teens.
The vampires were just about to reach their prey, when the doors to the
auditorium burst open. Everyone froze then whipped around to face
whatever new menace awaited them. Spike stood silhouetted in the door his
long legs outlined in skin tight leather with a close fitting top in
unrelieved black. He exuded a casual air of violence. Spike leaned
casually up against the door jamb surveying the scene before him. He
reached behind the door and dragged Xander out into the open by means of
a slender silver leash. He continued pulling until Xander came to rest
plastered against his chest.
Totally ignoring his audience for the moment Spike dipped his head while
tilting Xander's back. His mouth found Xander's Adam's apple which he
suckled at for a moment. He glanced up at Xander with satisfaction. The
boy's head had grown heavy his eyes were closed and he was thrusting
unconsciously against Spike's groin. Spike's satisfied smile turned into
a smirk as he raised his eyes to Angelus for the first time since
entering the auditorium. He fed for a moment on the shock and growing
anger in his Sire's eyes before his gaze was drawn back to the sensuality
that was in front of him.
He grabbed the boy's shoulders and spun him around pulling him back so
that the boy rested again on his chest but this time facing the rest of
the crowd. The boy's eye's flew open at the sudden movement and he
instinctively cringed at the hot lustful stares he was receiving, and not
just from the vampires. It was almost enough to shock him out of the
sensual spell Spike was weaving. Then he felt as if his eyes were being
wrenched in the direction of Angelus. The Demon stood before them his
eyes devouring both Spike and him.
Spike leaned forward and Xander could feel the chill air as it whispered
into his ear. "You see he watches us. He wants us both. He would have
you spread out underneath him and me chained to the wall for daring to
defy him. He would spread you open for me to see but he would never let
me touch."
One of Spike's hands was idly toying with the leash while the other
encircled Xander's body disappearing into the blousy white silk shirt
that was open to his waist. The open shirt emphasized a line of bright
red hickeys that stretched from the side of his neck to notch in his
collarbone. The leash was attached to a chain link collar that looked
almost like a necklace. Xander had tight black leather pants but they
were slit and laced up the outside seam, leaving swaths of almost bare
flesh on the hips and down his legs. Spike's leg nudged between Xander's
forcing them apart, while he suckled on the lobe of the boys ear.
Xander watched as Angelus' glowing eyes and his growing fangs. He
watched the dangerous swing of Angelus' hips as he stalked toward them
with an almost subaudible growl. Within about 10 feet of them Angelus
stopped in shock and Xander felt the grin that stretched against his
neck. "He smells us." Spike murmured. Just as suddenly they were
moving forward into the room, and Angelus had morphed into full game
face. He circled around pair as Spike pulled Xander behind him, and
turned so he was always facing his sire.
"How dare you take what is mine?!" Angelus growled closing the distance
between them.
"Yours." Spike snorted "I saw no markings. Smelled no scents." He
grabbed the hair on the back of Xander's head and dragged him forward.
He shoved his mouth on the boy's and pushed his tongue down his throat.
He pulled his head back and looked Xander in the eye's for a moment
before diving back down and nipping the boy's lip just enough to draw
blood. He lapped at the welling blood with his tongue.
Behind them came an enraged howl, and Spike was wrenched away from
Xander who felt an iron hand grab the back of his neck and shove him to
his knees. Xander looked up to find Angelus standing above him with a
face as dark as night and pure demonic rage shining from his eyes.
Xander shuddered in relief as he realized that rage wasn't directed at
him but at Spike. The three of the were frozen in this bizarre tableau.
Xander crouching between them at Angelus' feet.
Xander looked over at Spike and for a brief moment he saw a look of fear
cross the vampire's face, as if he had taunted a sleeping tiger and now
had to deal with the consequences. Just as quickly as the look appeared
it disappeared and a mask of nonchalance covered it. "He is mine. I have
claimed him."
The rest of the vampires drew closer, ignoring their former prey most of
which took this chance to slip away. The vampires began to circle the
two combatants, awaiting the coming carnage with vicious glee. "You
outstretch yourself childe. You forget that you belong to me as does
everything you hold dear. As for Xander," Angelus looked down at the boy
at his feet. His hot eyes traced lustfully up and down the boy. "Xander
belongs to me."
He pulled the boy's chin and stared down into his eyes. He then swept
the boy up onto his feet, cradling him against him.
Xander gasped in amazement as he felt the hard evidence of Angelus'
desire against him. "He wants me." Xander thought. A part of him had
in derision when Spike had told him that Angelus wanted him. He just
couldn't quite believe that it could be true. The gentleness with which
he was being handled shocked him even further.
"But what about Buffy?" He found himself gasping. Shit, he thought as
he found himself the center of attention. You just had to talk he
berated himself. You couldn't just keep your mouth shut and let them
out.
He trembled for a moment in the silence that followed his question, then
he looked up. He expected to see utter contempt from both of the
combatants, instead he found fond indulgence. They looked at him as if
he were a toddler or a pet of some kind who had done something
particularly cute.
Angelus stroked his head, as he focused a look of mild contempt on the
slayer. "The slayer is power without personality." Buffy's gasp could be
heard echoing through out the room. "Now you're something rather unique."
Angelus lectured. "Why do you think you have been a target of the
supernatural for so long?"
"I'm the weak link in the slayerettes." Xander mumbled ducking his head.
Angelus shook him gently. "No. Once they realize her shallowness, they
look around to find what it was that attracted their attention and they
find you. You shine just as brightly, but with much more substance. If
you hadn't been in her shadow someone of power would have claimed you a
long time ago."
"I've claimed him now." Hissed Spike sibilantly.
Xander jerked his gaze over to where Spike stood, flinching at the
jealousy he felt in his gaze.
Spike lifted his lip and bared his fangs at the scene before him. He
felt something wrench in his chest when he saw Angelus cuddling Xander
the same way he used to hold Spike. He wanted to rip Xander from
Angelus' arms, but for one moment he wasn't sure whether he wanted to
replace Xander or Angelus. All he knew was that he wanted to separate
them and he could feel the demon rising within him.
"Release him or challenge me." The demon growled at his former master.
Spike morphed to his game face as he stalked toward the pair.
"Oh yes Spike." Angelus hissed in return. "I'll challenge. Dru guard
the doll while I teach Spike a little lesson about who his master is." He
turned to shove Xander toward Drusilla who was waiting with a predatory
gleam in her eye.
"I wouldn't if you actually want him to live." smirked Spike.
Angelus raised an eyebrow at Spike imperiously.
"She sent me out to kill him. She didn't want him to take her place at
your side."
Angelus snapped a growl at Drusilla placing himself between her and the
boy. "How dare you try to hurt something that is mine?"
"My dolls don't like him." She pouted sulkily. "They say he'll...."
"I'm getting sick and tired of your dolls."
"But..."
"Shut up. I'll see to your punishment later, and every time you open
your mouth it get's worse." He snarled. A visible tremor passed through
Drusilla's body.
"Mick?" Offered Spike tersely, as he circled for better positioning.
Angelus looked at Spike suspiciously for a moment before agreeing.
A large blond vampire come forward.
"Don't mess with him." growled Angelus.
"Yeah right boss. Like that's possible." Mick said sarcastically.
Both vampires looked at Xander for a moment and said together. "Hands
above the waist." They glared at each other in disgust.
"No tasting." Angelus added.
"No rough stuff." growled Spike.
Xander looked at all three of them in shock as the negotiations went on.
Mick was quickly at his side enveloping him in massive arms before
nestling him back on his chest. "Are you kidding? You don't slash a
masterpiece."
Xander tensed and wriggled in the arms.
Mick only chuckled softly. "Relax beautiful. It's not often two such
old vampires fight over a mortal, but each of them wants you so much that
they are willing to risk their status, and their very lives to claim you.
I'm just going to keep you warmed up for them."
Xander's eyes were locked on circling pair. He expected the beautiful
flowing kicks that Buffy exhibited when fighting a vampire. What he saw
instead was a descent into sheer savagery. The two converged in an
animalistic clash of fang, claw, and blood, so fast it was difficult to
follow. There was nothing to the fight but desperate attempts to destroy
the other.
"They're going to kill each other." Xander struggled futilely against
the arms holding him.
"Easy little one." Mick shushed "There are no stakes involved. No one
will die. Except maybe you if you got between them. At this point they
wouldn't even recognize you."
Xander flinched as blood from one of his potential lovers was sprayed
across his face, and he trembled as the nightmare he was in worsened with
every moment. He clenched his eyes shut but he couldn't block out the
sounds of snarling fury. His eyes snapped open again as a sickening
silence settled over the gym. Spike's battered form lay on the ground as
he struggled to rise. Angelus turned and strode away from him toward
Xander.
At this move the pack surged forward to finish off the fallen vampire.
"Don't! Pleaase!" The frightened boy yelled.
Angelus stopped in front of Xander blood and gore liberally smeared on
his face and neck. His game face still on. "You love him." Angelus said
in disgust.
The boy looked at him for a second in bewildered confusion. "No." He
shook his head to emphasize his point, knowing that to do anything else
would be to kill Spike. "I just don't want him to die. I don't know him
well enough to love him." He added more honestly.
Angelus grinned insanely through his game face. "Good. His life will be
my wedding present to you."
Xander looked at him in dumbfounded shock.
"What did you think the claiming was?!" Angelus laughed evilly as he
lunged forward with a barely contained violence. Bruising hands grabbed
his arm pulling him up and over Angelus' shoulder into a fireman's carry.
Angelus strode toward the door, while the boy hanging dizzily over his
shoulder listened to the whistles and ribald comments that followed them.
Xander felt his mind seize in a sort of panic. What the hell was he
thinking? He was about to be fucked for the first time by a blood
thirsty vampire that probably hated his guts. This was so not good. He
head swirled dizzily and he clenched his teeth to keep the nausea under
control.
Angelus had carried him into a darkened room somewhere and he couldn't
seem to get his bearings. He was carried through the room into a smaller
one. Xander felt himself sliding violently off Angelus' shoulder onto
his feet and he would have fallen if not for the uncompromisingly iron
hands that held him upright. Xander dizzily realized he was in a shower
before sheets of icy water rained down on him. He yelped when the water
struck his skin, and tried to writhe out of its path.
"Stop wiggling." Angelus growled at him crossly. Those cold hands reached
up and started divesting him of his clothing with a mechanical
efficiency.
"It cold. Come on, Angelus. It's not really appropriate to take a cold
shower after your married." The boy shivered.
Angelus snorted and reached for the faucet. Soon blessed warmth was
sheeting down over Xander's body. "I forgot." Angelus mumbled. Xander
felt the hands holding loosen slightly, as the tension leached out of the
body next to him. "We don't feel the cold like you do." Angelus started
sniffing his skin while scooping more water on certain areas then
sniffing again, but since Xander no longer fought the urgency that had
driven Angelus left.
Angelus felt small hands creep up his sides and start to loosen his wet
clothing struggling with the weight of it. He had long since managed to
remove Xander's clothing so instead of tracing down the last of Spike's
repugnant smell he helped Xander with his own. The hands followed after
his brushing against first his hands then his body fluttering lightly.
He captured those hands and pulled them to his nose inhaling their aroma,
so much better than Spike's acrid taint. He looked at the boy. whose
pupils had widened to their fullest in an attempt to see him. "I don't
know what Spike told you, but I'll never let you go." He heard that dark
edge underlying his voice, and his fingers tightened convulsively around
the boys almost crushing them.
Instead of pulling away Xander met the punishing strength with as much of
his own that he could. "Good! Do you think I want to be free of you? I
wanted you the first moment I saw you. I wanted you when you offered me
up to Spike. I wanted you when you shoved those flowers into my chest.
I want you now deadboy."
"That wasn't me!!" Angelus growled, his game face readily apparent in his
voice. He would have shaken the clinging hand off in negation if he
could have.
Instead he found himself dragged closer. "Yes it was Deadboy. I've read
about Angelus he wasn't as consumed with ending the world and destroying
everything in it as you. If Angel wasn't still in you why would you be
trying so hard to prove that he isn't."
Angelus growled and shoved the boy violently against the back of the
shower.
The boy whimpered in pain but his soft voice continued. "Angel is in
Angelus and Angelus is in Angel." The soft hand came up and stroked the
side of Angelus face. "And you are so afraid that Angel means you are
weak, that you will bring about the end of the world just to prove you
aren't."
The finger loosened slightly then tightened again convulsively.
"Angel isn't your weakness, Angelus. Your weakness is in not accepting
both parts of yourself. Angel rejected in fear any part that reminded
him of Angelus, and you are doing the same thing."
"He's a weak sniveling coward. I'm not him. He cowered in fear before the
Master, willing to let someone he claimed to love die. You were braver
then him."
Xander smiled and shivered slightly as the hot water ran out. He moved
closer to Angelus running his hands up the arms holding him. "Was I
braver or just stupider?"
Angelus feeling the shiver pulled the boy in tight twisting the knob of
the faucet viciously. He hauled Xander unceremoniously out of the
shower, and started to roughly dry him off. Xander meanwhile snagged
another towel and started to pat the vampire down gently, pausing every
once in a while to caress exposed skin. Under the near constant petting
Angelus' anger leached away, and his rubbing became languorous strokes.
He gathered the boy to his chest and carried him into the other room.
Someone had been in the room since they had come through. There were
candles alight on almost every surface. Angelus chuckled as Xander
looked around in amazement. He looked to Angelus for answers.
"Spike." Angelus snorted. "His idea of a wedding bed."
The boy was suddenly unwilling to meet his eyes.
Angelus grabbed the boys chin and pulled it up. "I know Spike set this
up," he confirmed "I'm not mad. He's given me what I've wanted for a
long time."
The boy wrenched his head away and stepped forward. His arms crept
around Angelus and he buried his face into Angelus' chest. "He mmummble."
Angelus laughed for a moment. "I might have vampire hearing but I
couldn't hear that."
The boy glanced down,"Hethinkssleepingwithmewillchangeyouback."
Angelus snorted. He pulled the boy's head back up. "Explain."
"The curse it wasn't about happiness. It was about a virgin slayer. He
thinks if you sleep with Angel's virgin love it will bring back Angel."
Xander cringed waiting for the explosion.
Angelus pulled the boy forward gently. "You don't have to be afraid of
me. I won't ever hurt you. I might yell but I won't hurt you." He sat
on the bed and pulled the boy into his lap.
"Spike was just setting this up. I've read the spell. It was the first
thing I did when I came back. I also took counter measures so that it
could never be used against me again. I thought that it would give me
time while the slayer chased her tail around."
"Time to destroy the world." Xander asked frowning up at him fiercely.
"Alright I wasn't thinking too clearly. I was mad." Angelus glared at
him, "I was worried that showing any weakness would let the minions think
that I could be taken down."
"So what was Spike thinking?"
"Spike was giving me something besides Drusilla to think about. He
probably got tired of watching me dance around and decided to throw us
together long enough for us to shag, and then according to his frame of
mind everything would be alright. After all 'there's nothing a good shag
won't cure.' "
Xander ducked his head and let out an un-Xanderish giggle, shaking his
head slightly. "This is all too much. We still have this vampire prey
thing going on." Xanders forehead rested heavily on Angelus' shoulder
and his hot breath whispered against his chest.
Angelus' arms tightened. "I suppose you wouldn't be willing to become
part of the predator part of that equation."
He felt the slight movement of the head in negation. Angelus' heart
clenched, then hardened. He pulled one of the hands out from behind his
neck. He held it up where he could see it. He drew it up to his mouth
and nestled a kiss into the boy's palm. He felt the boy relax slightly.
It would be so easy to tip the boy's head back and drink him down. Then
he would never lose him even to death. No, he thought, there would be
time in the future to tempt Xander. He would allow the boy the semblance
of a choice for now. "I am a vampire." He said his voice hard and
certain, "but if it would make you happy I will only feed on those who
are doing evil, but you have to do something for me."
"What?" Xander peered up at him.
"Give me your word that you will reconsider my offer. I will show you
what being a vampire means and you can show me the rewards of being
good."
The boy drew back and looked at him solidly. "I can't promise I'll
change my mind."
Angelus smiled "I'm willing to take the chance."
The boy leaned forward and pressed a closed mouth kiss on Angelus' mouth.
Angelus easily caught the nape of the boy's neck and changed it into a
face devouring kiss. The boy pulled back. Angelus allowed the distance.
"Buffy? She won't let us stay in peace."
"Then we leave. I have thousands of houses all over the world." That in
fact was first on his agenda. He had to separate the boy from his
friends, so he would be the only one Xander could depend on, and so the
boy had a chance to be free of the Scooby gang influence. Xander had so
much potential that his friends were stifling. He also had to keep the
boy safe, give him time to make the decision that Angelus wanted. That
meant they definitely had to leave SunnyHell. Angelus' mind was awhirl
with the thousands of things that had to be done to protect the precious
weight that was resting against him. He would have to speak to Spike and
find out where the safest places for their kind were, where a master
would go to raise a new childe, who he would have to appease to ensure
Xander's safety in those places.
He was pulled out of his contemplation by his head being tugged down, and
a soft shy kiss being placed sweetly on his lips. "So deadboy, ya wanna
shag."
Xander cuddled himself down into Angelus' chest and weighed what was
being said now against what Spike had told him. He admitted to feeling a
wry sense of admiration for Spike's sneakiness, but he wondered if maybe
this time Spike had actually out thought himself. Xander remembered
that last look of lust, love, hurt, and possessiveness that Spike had
sent their way and he wondered if eventually Spike would plot his way
into joining them. Yes. The candles. Spike's way of looking like he
wasn't a threat. He already had Angelus thinking that he had done this
to set them up. Yes he thought Spike will eventually find a way to
maneuver himself into bed with them. Somehow Xander had the feeling that
Spike usually got what Spike wanted.
When Angelus made his offer of immortality Xander felt a vague shiver of
apprehension. He knew very well that Angelus did not take no for an
answer. He knew that this subject would come up again the only question
remaining was whether or not he could live with the answers. If he
didn't become a vampire he was condemning his lover to eventually losing
him if he did become a vampire he would risk losing himself. He
remembered what it had felt like to push that stake into the chest of his
best friend, Jesse. If he accepted for himself now what he couldn't
accept for his friend then what would that make him. What kind of person
would he be? A traitorous voice in the back of his mind whispered if you
sit here long enough then Angelus will make the decision for you.
However there was another voice that easily overpowered the first was
saying how wrong such a decision was, how he would never prey on the
people around him.
He almost sagged in relief as Angelus offered his compromise. He knew at
most it would be a temporary reprieve, but at the moment he would take
it. He needed the time to find his own way of dealing with the issue.
If only he could live forever without having to become a demon. It was
all too much for now. He'd think about it later. He felt himself
instinctively snuggling closer to Angelus, trying to still his guilty
thoughts. Angelus was willing to take a chance on it working out despite
their differences.
Even as he leaned forward to seal the bargain with a kiss his thoughts
leapt to the next frightening impediment. He had seen Buffy's face when
Angelus had slung him over his shoulder to carry him out of the gym. It
had not been very pretty. In fact, he had seen the reflection of
Angelus' sick obsession looking back at him through her eyes, as if Buffy
was becoming everything she fought against. She wouldn't let them go
without a fight. She wouldn't let Angelus go without a fight. A scared
little boy inside of him knew that he was now only an obstacle standing
in the way of what she wanted. He had seen it in her chilled eyes as she
had watched them leave. "Buffy? She won't let us stay in peace." And you
Xander thought won't want to give up on an unresolved obsession to say
nothing of the power of the Hellmouth. I should be used to it by now.
I always seem to end up taking second place.
Xander drew back away from Angelus. He rigidly braced himself against
what Angelus had to say. "Then we leave. I have thousands of houses all
over the world.
Xander felt a burning in his chest and his throat felt like it was
closing. His downcast eyes blurred for a moment before he gulped down
the tears. There had been no hesitation in Angelus' voice. No
references to the greater good or his status, or anything. Angelus'
first instinct had been to leave it all behind the power, the status, and
Buffy. Xander felt this overwhelming relief. He could leave. He could
follow Angelus into the sunset and a new life. Well maybe after the
sunset. He wouldn't want to fry deadboy. Xander shook his head mentally.
Xander moved closer to Angelus and wrapped his arms around his neck. He
felt the strong arms that curled around his waist and realized for once
that he felt safe. He was sitting on the lap of the scourge of Europe
and he felt nothing but safety. He knew that there would be problems in
the future and he knew he and Angelus would fight over things but it
seemed for once that someone really cared about him. He looked up into
Angelus' face and saw that wrinkle between his brow. The one that said
he was worrying over something. Yes he said to himself I want to do
this. I want to at least take this chance. "So deadboy, ya wanna shag."
Those intense eyes turned outward and held him frozen in a golden grip.
Angelus dipped his lips to within millimeters of the boy's jaw. Xander
felt that wet cool breath whispering across his jaw line and up the side
of his face toward his temple never quite touching. "Always, love. You
belong to me now." He growled slightly his voice a mixture of
possessiveness, love, and triumph. That little breath continued painting
back across his ear to nuzzle in behind it. This time he felt the faint
brush of lips then nose. Inspiration struck. He's imprinting me on his
senses. He felt something fierce rise within him as he began to harden.
How dare this vampire think he would be the only one to claim his mate
today. A trembling in his belly emerged from his lips with an almost
feral hiss. He surged forward his hands flat against Angelus' chest
pushing the vampire back against the bed. Angelus' eyes widened as his
legs and arms splayed out to brace himself.
Xander prowled up over Angelus' body. His knees on the outside of the
vampire's hips and his hands on either side of his head. Xander lowered
his head and his body followed slinking forward over Angelus'. His face
hovered over Angelus' a bare breath away, his body nestled firmly against
the vampire's. He nipped the beautiful nose underneath him. "I ain't a
girl deadboy, and I'm definitely not your toy. You belong to me as much
as I belong to you." He leaned forward and Angelus flinched back a little
before stilling. He kissed the nose as he smirked into Angelus' bemused
eyes.
The corner of Angelus' mouth lifted in a half smile, then he roared in
delight as he tossed the youth onto his back and reared up over him.
Xander was laughing too hard to resist. Angelus grabbed his slim hip's
and pinned the giggling boy to the bed.
"Now I was trying to do something before you so rudely interrupted me."
"Common deadboy. I don't smell that good."
Angelus sighed and rolled his eyes. "I'm trying to create a mood here.
You know dark nasty villain deflowers pure young vict... er... lover."
Xander giggled again. "Okay deadboy. I'll help." Xander shover one
hand down between their bodies to coyly cover his dick, while accidently
on purpose brushing Angelus'. The other arm he threw demurely across his
chest. "Oh please! Please good sir. Don't ravish this poor innocent. Wait
a second it won't work." He muttered as Angelus actually cracked a grin.
Xander drew both hands up again brushing over Angelus' groin, and covered
his neck. "Please. Please. Don't eat me. I'll do anything." The hands
came up and he stroked down over Angelus' shoulders. He thrust his
pelvis up into Angelus' hardness. "Anything you want." Xander's voice
had changed from a mocking falsetto to an almost sultry purr.
Angelus' arms collapsed and his chest quivered as he buried his face
against Xander's neck.
Xander dropped his act as he rubbed Angelus' quivering shoulders with
concern. "Are you alright deadboy?"
The head against his neck bobbed up and down, but the quivering
continued.
Xander pushed the vampire up in fear. "Angelus?" He looked up into
Angelus' face and found it contorted with laughter.
Angelus, the demon of the night, was laughing so hard he was panting for
unneeded breath. He flopped over on his back howling.
Xander propped himself up on his side. His head supported by his fist.
He looked down at Angelus in wonderment. "I don't think I've ever seen
you laugh before, deadboy." He reached out one hand and traced a finger
down Angelus' face. "You're so beautiful when you smile." Angelus began
to calm under that adoring finger, as it gently brushed over his lips.
Angelus parted his lips sucking the boy's finger into his mouth. Xander
felt his eyelids fluttering at the gentle suction that was being applied
to his finger. He leaned forward into it as Angelus pulled him down onto
him. He pulled his finger free and leaned closer to the vampire to
replace it with his mouth. Xander's flat teeth caught Angelus' lower
lip, nibbling gently, and then sucking that treasure into his mouth.
Angelus' strong hands caught and framed his shoulders dragging him
impossible closer.
Xander felt Angelus' hardness poking up into his thigh, as Angelus' hands
stroked down over his back to cup his butt, kneading it. He felt the
fingers curving down into his crack and brushing his opening. Xander
froze, as his mind finally caught up with his body. What the fuck are
you doing Xander Harris?! He dropped his head forward onto Angelus'
chest and his body became stiff with tension.
The hands at his butt retreated and big arms come up around him hugging
him tight to a hard muscular chest. "What's wrong?" The hands were
soothing up and down Xander's arms.
Xander just shook his head not meeting Angelus' eyes.
The hands came up and each caught one side of his head , pulling his it
up. "Xander it's alright." Angelus said as he uselessly tried to catch
Xander's eyes. "If we're going to fast or I'm doing something you don't
like just tell me what's wrong and we'll fix it."
Xander finally met his eyes shaking his head. "I just don't know what to
do." he blurted out the words coming faster and faster. "I told Spike I
did it with a girl before but Cordy and me, we never got that far just
some kissing and stuff, and it didn't seem to work very well. I don't
want you to be disappointed, because I do something wrong."
Angelus put two fingers over Xander's lips. "It's alright Xander. Sex
doesn't always go right the first time. Anthing you do I'll like,
because it's you. Why don't you let me take charge this time?" Angelus
stifled a laugh, because he knew his love wouldn't understand it. His
love?! He looked up at the bewildered boy laying on him. Yes he thought
fiercely. His love. Finally, he had found someone who would make the
endless night less dark, and it would cut down on boredom too. He
thought as he considered how many times he had almost gotten laid
tonight, and here he was lying on his back again under the persistent
boy. Yes his life would definitely be interesting.
"But..."
"Shh. Next time it will be your turn. Beleive me I'll love lying back
taking it like a vampire, but this time let me show you how it works."
Xander shook his head and sighed. He leaned his head on Angelus' chest
and looked up into his eyes. "This really isn't what I expected,
deadboy."
"What did you expect?" Angelus queried curiously. He maneuvered the boy
gently over onto his back, being careful not to seem like he was forcing
the youth.
"I don't know, more demony hellmouthy mean stuff." Xander gasped the last
word as Angelus' hand were busy stroking down his chest before zeroing in
on one nipple to tease it into a peak.
Angelus felt a surge of anger before he clamped down on it with an iron
restraint. He forcibly reminded himself of how the boy was regularly
treated. Xander was used to his friends treating him like shit, and
girlfriends regularly trying to kill him. Even I thought Angelus had
been the boys enemy. How could he fathom the change that had taken place
in my heart when even I didn't see it coming. How could he explain it to
the young man.
Angelus leaned forward and placed a kiss on the boy's lips. "I have been
alive for over two centuries, to me even Giles seems to be a child.
During my time on earth I have never met someone like you. I don't even
know what it is that makes you special. There is something different
about you, and I admit it is very alluring, but it isn't what is
attracting me to you. I heard what you said earlier, and I am not looking
for a toy. Spike and Drusilla were both toys even Buffy was. You
aren't. You don't need to be nervous. You don't need to make jokes to
cover how you are feeling. I am very interested in knowing how you
feel." He moved back down and breathed over the nipple. "I'm not going
to turn on you or laugh at you. You are my mate." He placed a closed a
close mouthed kiss on the nipple he had been admiring. He looked up into
Xander's bright brown eyes. "Now I've noticed you like to talk almost
constantly, so I'm going to play with this beautiful body of yours, and
you can talk all you want. I, however, will not be able to talk to you
because my mouth will be too full to answer."
Xander gasped as Angelus dove back down to engulf Xander's nipple in his
cold mouth. Angelus smiled around the nipple as the boy shivered. The
boy's hands came up to catch at Angelus' head. The hand's fluttered
unsure whether they wanted to pull the head closer or push it away, the
sensation was so intense. Angelus stroked down stomach to trace around
his belly button while he worried the nipple. The boy shuddered as the
wandering hand got closer to his erection. It tugged lightly at the
curls surrounding it. Xander wondered muzzily when he had gotten so hard.
The hand moved further south without actually touching what he wanted it
to touch. Xander felt a vague sense of frustration rising up through the
icy fire that trailed after that hand. Suddenly impatient he reached
down to grab his erection. The wonderful hand left his body completely
to catch his wrists and pin them to the mattress. He moaned in
disappointment. Then a cold wet mouth began its descent following the
same path the fingers had previously. He vaguely wondered when he had
closed his eyes. He opened them just in time to see Angelus' mouth
engulf the tip of his cock. He began to toss his head back and forth as
the cool mouth began to slowly descend. He had an almost irresistible
urge to plunge forward into that cool moist haven. It felt so good on
his hot cock, so very good. Those iron hands were now holding his hips
and Xander's hands were digging into the mattress. Everything was hot and
cold and he felt like he was being pushed higher and higher. A tension
was drawing his lower body tighter and tighter. Angelus' mouth worked up
and down on his erection faster and faster until his body exploded upward
in a frantic surge of heat.
Xander fought his way muzzily to the surface through surges of
aftershocks. He felt something cool and wet laping at his spent cock
relieving the overheated flesh. He blearily opened his eyes to see
Angelus' pink tongue running along his flesh. The vampires' eye were a
bright golden color and his fangs had distended, but Xander didn't feel
any threat coming from the creature hovering above him. He pushed
himself up to meet Angelus' lips. His limbs felt heavy and
uncoordinated. Angelus pushed him back against the pillow, and covered
his hot body with cool flesh. Angelus' erection slid easily between
Xander's legs, and Xander's face was peppered with soft hungry kisses.
Instead of clamping his legs together to provide friction Xander widened
them. "I want you to show me everything." Xander said.
Angelus caught Xander's mouth in a devouring kiss. He pulled back then
lunged forward for another small kiss. "Are you mine?"
Xander looked at him steadily. "Yes. Just like you're mine."
"Yes." Angelus growled. He lifted up off of Xander and rolled the
curious boy on his side.
"Wha.."
"This is the easiest way to do this."
Xander heard a drawer open behind him. "But I want to see you."
"Next time. I don't want to hurt you. This is for you, my love. "
Xander felt a trembling hand pet along the outside of his hip, and a
forehead land in the middle of his shoulders. "Angelus."
There was a shuddering behind him. "Give me a minute. The demon isn't to
used to waiting for what he wants, and he needs you so bad." Angelus'
voice reverberated with a restrained growl.
"You have me Angelus."
The arms that had come around him tightened suddenly with an almost
crushing force, then released. "Yes and I want to keep you for the rest
of my life which means I don't slam into you so hard I rend your flesh,
destroying what I want to preserve. You'll have to let me take this at my
own speed though." Angelus murmured into the back of his neck, the
encircling hands having each found a nipple to play with. "My life has
been about violence. Even with Buffy it was a sport, a competition. She
met violence with her own, and we fought as much as made love. She's the
slayer and she has to be very close to what she stalks, that's why the
Watcher's try to get at them so young so they can discipline the more
violent urges out of them. It's one of the reasons Buffy is such a good
slayer. She's closer to the violence then any other I ever met."
"And me? You said I had power. Is it like Buffy's?" Xander was finding
it difficult to pay attention to the discussion with Angelus' hands
wandering over his body.
He felt wet lips nuzzling against the nape of his neck. "No. I'm at a
loss Xander. For the longest time I didn't even see it. It's like it
was hidden in some way. It still is. I wouldn't be surprised to find
out you aren't entirely human."
The boy stiffened. "So I'm part demon."
"No. I'd recognize that right away. Believe me there are many more
creatures out there then the watcher know about. Things they consider
myths, such as European and Oriental myths."
"You mean like dragons and elves." Xander snorted in disbelief.
Xander felt Angelus nip his shoulder with flat teeth. "I thought you
would have learned by now that humans are definitely not the only
sentiment beings on this planet, but they are by far the most virulent."
"So what am I then?"
"Already answered that." Xander gasped as one hand began running around
his anus while the other toyed with his erection. "You're mine."
Xander felt a deep thrill run through him at the possessiveness in his
voice. He twisted his head pushing back to capture Angelus' lips. He
felt something slick push into his body. He clenched against it
unconsciously.
Angelus put his lips up against Xander's lips, and whispered darkly.
"Invite me Xander. Leave your old life behind and accept my love."
Xander unclenched his muscles and pushed himself back onto the questing
finger. "Yesss. Come in."
The finger inside Xander crooked setting off a cascade of sensation.
"Again deadboy." The boy demanded imperiously.
Angelus chuckled and pumped the finger while pulling on Xander's erection
causing the boy to squirm against him.
"Deadboooy."
"What Xander?" Angelus asked innocently as he stilled his hands.
"Don't stop!" the boy demanded.
"Oh did you like that?" He took his hand off the boy's erection and
began to ease a second finger into Xander.
Xander concentrated on the feeling of the fingers pumping in and out of
him. Mostly he decided they made him feel full but when they brushed
against that spot he would feel fire, and Angelus seemed to be very good
at finding that spot. Another finger joined the two already inside of him
and he felt an unpleasant burn as his flesh stretched to accommodate the
additional width. The burn and alternating fire were both soothed and
ignited by the coolness of those fingers and he felt the low needy moan
build in his chest and erupt from his mouth.
"You're so tight and hot love. Are you going to come again for me when
I'm deep inside of you?"
Xander felt himself pushing back against those cool fingers as his breath
came in short panting gasps.
"You don't realize how it makes me burn to know I'm going to be the first
one in that lovely ass. You're so beautiful like this love, so hot for
me."
Xander felt a almost frantic need when those fingers left his ass. He
was almost there. Then something bigger and harder nudged at the opening
of his body. He tried pushing back against it wanting to fill the
emptiness inside of him but iron hands restrained him, holding him still
as his body was opened to it's limits by the intruder. The earlier burn
increased causing Xander to gasp in reaction. The forward motion stopped
and a anxious voice asked "Are you alright."
"Gimme a sec, deadboy." Xander panted against the bright agony. "Is it
supposed to hurt like this?"
Angelus tried pulling out, but Xander reached back to hold him.
"It's starting to ease. Just wait a sec." Xander felt the trembling
behind him as the pain began to recede. "Okay. Try again." He felt
Angelus rock into him a little, and pause again, then inch forward.
"That's it Xander. We're almost there love." Another little rock
forward. One hand stroked his side, as Angelus surged forward that last
little bit. "That's it. You did it love. You took all of me." Angelus'
hand reached around to catch Xander deflated cock stroking it back to
life while he began to rock gently within the youth.
Xander felt his cock fill as the fire inside him escalated with every
little movement. Xander began to push backward to meet those strokes.
"That's so good." He moaned. Yes he could see why people liked this.
Angelus changed the angle and thrust again this time causing an explosion
of sparks. Oh yess he could definitely see why people did this Xander
thought. Another long thrust at the same angle caused his thought
processes to disintegrate under a rising wave of fire, that threatened to
consume him completely. The two of then alone amidst the sea of lights
pushed harder and harder against each other spiraling higher and higher.
The silence was broken only by breathy gasps and the slapping of flesh
against flesh. He was so close. Xander could feel himself straining
against some unknown peak. A cool hand engulfed his erection pumping
him. The added stimulation was just to much. He exploded outward
emptying himself into Angelus' hand. He felt Angelus drive into him one.
Twice. Then he felt a gushing flood of moisture released deep inside of
him changing him, marking him forever different from before.
Angelus felt himself being pulled to consciousness by an intrusive noise.
He slowly tried to work out what was wrong, what was different. Catalog
the differences he thought blearily. The heavy warmth blanketing his body
and heartbeat echoing in his ears was the biggest difference. The Demon
within him stretched a little and purred, breakfast in bed how sweet. He
rolled over trapping his meal beneath him. He inhaled deeply almost
tasting the scent of his feast. No. He was smelling himself. On around
and in his prey. He jerked himself fully awake and stared down into the
sleeping face of Xander. He felt a needle of sheer terror pierce his
heart. Shit! What had he almost done? With almost trembling lips he
gentled a kiss onto the forehead of the boy beneath him.
The boy beneath stretched a little kitty cat stretch and blinked
sleepily, veiling and unveiling luminesce chocolate brown eyes. A wide
tender smile started in the center of his mouth and stretched the corners
of his sleep swollen mouth. "Angel." He sighed.
Angelus froze for a moment before realizing that he didn't feel that
cringing wave of embarrassment that always swept over him when he heard
the name of his souled half, instead he felt a soft warm tenderness that
could only have originated from his soul.
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He followed it back and stepped deep into his mind and found to his
surprise that it didn't. The tenderness actually seemed to have come
from his demon. He cautiously stepped further inside himself for a self
inventory. He followed the dismal twists and turn down his mind into a
dark neglected corner. There backed up near the wall was a large cell.
He walked over to the bars that separated him from his soul and looked
down into the beautiful face of Angel. As a contrast in this place his
face was a mass of boney ridges and misshapened teeth. He had no
protective camouflage necessary for walking among the humans. In this place
he was the
demon and only the demon. Just like Angel was the soul and only the
soul.
He braced himself for the angry spate of words and abuse that coming into
contact with Angel usually engendered. After all this time it still hurt
when Angel ripped into him, but he felt strong enough to confront him now
while he lay in the arms of his love. Angel however did not leap up and
scream at him, nor did he hide like he had when Angelus had first entered
his body. Instead Angel just him a sad sweet smile. "He's very good for
you."
What trick was this? Suspicion and paranoia reared it's ugly head.
Angel had never met him with gentleness before. Angelus had only ever
heard that tone of voice directed at others, like the Slayer. The
biggest reason he hated the slayer was because she had something that
Angelus had tried to take his entire life on earth. She had Angel's
straightforward
freely given love. Angelus snapped back "Like the Slayer was good for
you!"
Angel cocked his head for a moment. A slightly disturbed expression
crossed his face, and Angelus felt this vague sense of dissatisfaction.
He wanted to bring back that smile, but he knew that the only way that
smile would become permanent would be if he left and that was something
he refused to do. Angel was his, and maybe it didn't fit into Angel's
idea of good and bad but he would never willingly step aside. He was a
demon, and he wasn't bound by human morality. Wavering alliances were not
a part of him. He saw what he wanted, took it and kept it. All his time
on earth he had never let Angel go and he never would, and now he thought
I have someone else to keep , as he remembered the soft human boy that
his arms were holding.
His thoughts were scattered by Angel's next words. "No. She wasn't very
good for me at all. In fact most of the time we seemed to bring out the
worst in each other. It was nice to be in love with someone though,
especially after all those years of being so lonely Hell it was nice to
just feel connected to someone again."
Angelus took a step closer to the bars, his hands coming up to grasp
them. He couldn't help but offer himself again like he had so many times
before. "I would have talked to you."
Angel snorted, "Not this again. You despise me. You stole my body and
trapped me here, so I could only watch all the things you were doing out
there. You killed my family. Then you come and taunt me, pretending to
care for me. You just want to finish what you started and damn me for
good."
"Yes I killed your family, and I'd do it again if given the chance. I
enjoyed watching their blood flow. They hurt you and that was
unconscionable."
Angel blinked up at Angelus.
"Did you ever wonder how we Demons get chosen for the bodies we receive?
We fight for them, and yours was very coveted. Some wanted you for the
power of your soul, some because of the beauty of your body, others just
hoped to have you. I wanted you so bad I could taste it." Angelus took
a step closer so he was pressed up against the bars. "I still can, and I
had you until the gypsies ripped you away from me. I was able to touch
you and hold you and" Angelus ducked his head for a minute, "control you.
What can I say I didn't really understand what I wanted. I thought the
more control I had over you the more of you I had. I didn't know I was
pushing you away. As for damning you, the last thing I want to do is to
damn you. I chose you to receive the gifts that I had. Every vampire
demon knows that they have a perfect match out there somewhere and they
all hope that one day they will win the human that will belong to them,
that they will be able to become one with them. In all the time that
vampires have walked the earth only a handful have achieved that goal,
but still thousands of vampires everyday are wiling to leave their homes
for the chance that they will succeed where others have failed. Then
when the gypsies cursed me you put me in here you never even came to see
me." He wailed the last, shaking the bars of the cage.
Angel was up a against the bars with his hands over his Demon's. "I
thought you hated me, that you despised me."
Angelus reached up a hesitant hand and stroked Angel's face. "No.
Never." He closed his eyes briefly then opened them forcing himself to
continue. "I admire you. Most souls give up or give in. They either
leave or allow the Demon full rein. You didn't. You fought me every step
of the way."
"What about Xander? You claim to love him but then it seems like you're
saying you love me too." Angel shook his head baffled. "How can you
love us both? How can I trust what you say?"
Angelus laughed a sneering laugh. "You humans. You claim to love in
this all encompassing way, but then you falter at the smallest details
that don't fit your preconceived notions. I love you. I love Xander." He
snorted. "I even love Spike. I'm just not ready to tell him yet. After
the problems he caused me he can work for it. He'll value my love more
that way." He shook his head returning to the topic at hand. "I can love
more then one person, Angel. So do you. However, you refuse to
acknowledge it. You love me. You love Xander, and you love the Slayer."
Angel shook his head violently. "I just love Buffy."
"You're hiding behind her. Ever since I came for you, you hide behind
everything your father tried to beat into you. You seem to think that I
came for you because you were evil, because you didn't follow you
father's religion. I came for you because of your strength and beauty.
You are precious and, I wanted you the first time I saw you. It had
nothing to do with whether you were good or evil. I was not a
punishment sent by your God." Angelus moved closer to the bars. "It is
not evil to love another man. Love in every form is wonderful, and
something to be cherished. You love Xander and diving into the arms of
the Slayer will not make it any less so."
"I love Xander?" He moved his head to the side turning it over in his
head.
"Yes you love Xander. He can be good for you too." Angelus' eyes were
tender.
Angel's jaw firmed and his eyes took on a determined glint. "I love
Xander." His eyes widened as if it had just struck home. "I love
Xander." His voice filled with wonder.
They both ignored, for the moment, the glaring first statement that the
demon had made. Angelus because he was willing to take it one step at a
time and Angel because at the moment he could not deal with the
consequences. Had he grown to love his captor? Neverthelss something in
him prompted him to move forward whether he was ready or not.
"Do you think we could do what he wants? Do you think we can merge
without losing one or the other? Can we share control?"
"It's what every demon hopes for, "Angelus' hands dropped away, "but it
rarely happens."
"Will you try?" asked Angel assertively pushing against something. He
wasn't quite sure what.
Angelus looked up. His eyes bored into Angel's. "If we try this you
can't fight me. If you do it will kill us both."
"Isn't that giving up?!" Angel asked suspiciously.
Angelus nodded to himself. They weren't ready. Neither trusted the
other enough to do this. There were too many years of fighting between
them. And until Angel could at least admit that they loved each other
they could not move forward. "We're not ready yet. We don't trust."
Angel lifted his lip in a sneer. "So it was all so many words. You're
going to leave me here."
Angelus reached out and jerked the door open. "No I'm not. I want you
with me." He grabbed Angel's hands and pulled him out of the cell.
"We'll both be out, but I won't take these off yet." He pulled Angel's
wrist up to his lips and kissed the manacle that kept Angel from
controlling his own body. "You can however influence me all you want."
Angel blinked up at him in shock, as the Demon pulled him into a warm
hug. Then they both felt warm lips touch their's.
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"Are you in there Deadboy?" Angelus/Angel blinked down at the youth that
lay under them.
"Can't you tell?" Angelus asked mischievously.
The look of concern left the boy's face. "You kind of zoned out on me
there. I thought something was wrong."
Angelus allowed Angel to slip forward and press a gentle kiss on Xander's
lips. "We're fine Xander."
Xander's brow puckered for a moment and then smoothed out. "Angel!"
Angel/ Angelus smiled down at him.
"It worked." A shrill voice crowed in delight shattering the tender
moment.
Angelus surged to the forefront and lunged off the bed to the side
placing himself between the intruder and his fragile new mate. He
crouched on the floor his fangs fully extended. "Slayer!" He growled
deep in his throat.
The seemingly fragile blonde's stance shifted from open to threatening in
a split second. "Angelus." She returned his growl. "I should have
known." Her attention shifted from the master vampire to the naked bay
who was scrabbling at the bed clothes. "You just can't do anything right
can you Xander." She snorted in disgust. "I mean, all you had to do was
fuck the psycho and you couldn't even manage that. You're just
pathetic."
Xander felt his eyes begin to WATER. Salty tears leaked from the
corners. "You...you. Spike said you didn't know."
"Of course I knew. Do you honestly think that Spike could do something
with MY slayerettes if I didn't know about it. Who do you think made
sure the doughnut shop was out of the right doughnuts?"
''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
Angelus froze as he felt a wrenching pain from deep within his mind.
Angel began to wail in torment.
The devastation rolled through Xander followed by a wave of hot FIRE.
Anger so strong that for a moment he felt he couldn't contain it. How
dare she? After all he had done for her, given up for her, endured for
her. His pride, his life, the lives of his friends all had been
sacrificed for her cause and her safety, and she didn't value that
sacrifice at all. She didn't value him.
" We needed a male virgin sacrifice and I volunteered you. I did you a
favor goodness knows you never would have got any on your own."
"You don't know what you're saying Buffy." Xander's mind scrambled to
keep up with his emotions, a curious sense of not actually being attached
to his emotions or what was going on began to envelope him. He kneeled
up on the bed, the bed clothes falling from his grasp, revealing his
naked body. He placed one hand on Angelus naked back. Something was
wrong there. He knew someplace deep within himself that Angelus would
always protect him, even if just from Buffy's sharp tongue. At the
moment however his hand was all the comfort he could provide, his very
being was torn in too many directions. He was trying to hold himself
together.
Meanwhile Angelus was desperately trying to catch up to Angel. His
souled half was rushing blindly away from Buffy and all the pain she had
caused.
"Of course I know what I'm saying. You're worthless. You've never
contributed anything to the group. We all carry you."
Angelus saw Angel grind to a halt right on the very edge of the void,
wavering ready to fall. Angelus stopped behind him stepping carefully
moving forward as quietly as possible. Yet Angel still raised his hand to
stop
him. Angel stood at the brink of the drop trembling in every limb.
"Don't."
Angelus edged a little closer. "Please Angel. Don't do this."
Angel raised his eyes from the blackness. "How could she do this? He's a
human and she just threw him away. Why?"
"I don't know Angel. Some people just seem to lack something. They're so
caught up in their selves that they can't connect right with others."
"No!" Angel roared. "I didn't see it. I'm supposed to see things like
that. I'm supposed to save people from things like her. Instead I loved
her. I loved a monster, who can't care for anyone but herself. What's
wrong with me!"
"Nothing Angel. Nothings wrong with you. You just didn't see her. You
were in love with the idea of being in love. It's like you said. You
were alone for so long."
"I didn't look. I didn't look at her, the parts I didn't want to see. I
ignored Xander who could have offered me something real and I ignored
you. All because of some selfish girl who would allow her friend to be
raped. She set him up to be raped, Angelus. Raped maybe killed, and
she's not even ashamed of herself."
Angelus felt the pain like a living entity roiling around in Angel
chewing at his guts.
"If she is mankind's hope, what does that make me." Angel wavered on the
edge one breath away from falling.
"You can't do this Angel. If you do this you're not just hurting
yourself you're hurting both Xander and I. How do think we will feel
without you?"
"You have each other."
"But you'll leave such a hole in us that we might not survive. She
betrayed you and her calling but she also betrayed Xander. He's hurting
as much as you, but he's more forgiving. If we don't watch out for him
she might get her hooks in him again. We have to watch out for him,
Angel. Please help me." Angelus put his hand out to Angel. "Please
don't leave us Angel."
Angel's trembling hand reached out to Angelus who swept him back from the
edge and into his strong arms. Angel dissolved into tears. His legs
buckled under him and he collapsed sliding toward the floor.
Angelus' hard arms held him steady hoisting him upward. "Shhh. I'll
take care of you." Angelus strode through the mind's corridors until he
reached a room resembling a bed room. He gently placed Angel on the bed.
"I want you to sleep now."
Angel clung to him as he tried to move away. "Please." He begged not
even knowing what he was asking for.
"We'll take care of you Angel. We're your family now." Angelus soothed
his brow. "Angel. You're not thinking clearly right now, but I can't
stay with you. I have to check on Xander." He grabbed a chain that was
attached to the bed frame. "I'm going to put this on you. It's not that
I don't trust you or that I want to trap you Angel, but I don't want to
worry about you. This way I'll know where you are, and you can't go
wandering off somewhere." His thoughts straying to the image of Angel
standing at the edge of the void. "I don't want to worry about you."
Angel blinked at him. The magic of the bed drawing him closer to sleep.
He raised his hand so that Angelus could attach the chain. Angelus
leaned forward fixing the chain to the manacle. Angel pressed his lips
to Angelus'. "Take care of him for me."
"Of course." Angelus kissed his brow and then faded up to the real
world.
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Xander sucked in a deep breath, and it exploded out in a geyser of AIR.
"I saved your life! If it wasn't for me you would have died in the
Master's grotto. I have carried you as many times as you have carried
me. You think you are all that but you have only achieved what you have
because of us, your slayerettes. Without us you are nothing." Xander
found himself in front of the slayer yelling in her face. He had raced
past a frozen Angelus.
Buffy looked him straight in the eye. "I'm going to kill you Xander."
She said with a calm confidence.
Xander sneered at her. "You're nothing."
Buffy exploded into action. She grabbed Xander's shoulder and threw him
to the side. She reached into her jacket and pulled out a stake and
started to advance on a crumpled Xander. She raised the stake, only to
have it ripped from her grasp. She whirled around to find herself
staring at the outraged face of Angelus.
He tossed the wooden stake from one hand to another. "Come Slayer.
Come, meet your death." His quiet menace underlined the strength of his
promise.
Buffy smiled at him, her eyes narrowed. "Let's dance Angelus." She slid
another stake out of her jacket sleeve and started circling the vampire.
She lunged at Angelus and he turned at the last moment her strike missing
by a hairsbreadth. He countered and she blocked breaking apart to strike
again. She caught him by surprise landing a stunning blow. He stumbled
back managing to block her follow up. Then Angelus flew forward catching
her across the temple. She rolled with the blow striking out with her
foot, and knocking Angelus from his.
As they struggled back and forth first one then the other gaining the
upper hand, Xander pulled himself to his feet using the wall for support.
He shook his head watching the fight raging in front of him. One blow
and he was trying to pull himself together and they were trading such
blows with fierce eagerness. Maybe being supernatural has nothing to do
with strength it's just the one who can take the most abuse.
As his vision cleared, he noted with a growing dread that Buffy's hand
was inching toward her pocket. She pulled a glass vial from her pocket
and tipped off the stopper off the clear liquid. Xander launched himself
across the room and caught her hand splashing the holy water on her
instead of Angelus. In a sudden rage she backhanded him into the side of
the bed.
Angelus froze for one moment and Buffy taking advantage of his sudden
stillness raised the point of the stake to his chest. "Welcome to hell
Angelus." She started pushing the stake into his chest.
Dark black EARTH trickled out from under the coverlet and over Xander's
head, baptizing him anew in the power of the elements.
In one blinding flash AIR, FIRE, WATER, and EARTH merged and exploded
outward throwing Buffy violently against the wall. She crashed to the
ground and lay there limp like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
Angelus and Xander watched her shivering not quite believing all that had
come to pass. Shakily Angelus clambered to his feet. He cautiously
approached the fallen Slayer, while Xander tried to push himself into the
bed to get as far as he could from the lump of clothing and pale limbs
that used to be his friend. As he got closer Angelus heard the slow lub
dub of the blood swishing through her heart and he felt a curious sense
of relief. The life of the Slayer did not matter to him one way or
another but he feared the consequences to his mate, because as amazing as
it seemed that sudden surge of energy that had incapacitated the slayer
had come through Xander.
He looked over at the cringing boy who lay curled up by the bed and was
suddenly struck as to how young he looked. He left the Slayer side and
with a blur of speed engulfed his mate in a hug. "She's alive Xander.
She's just unconscious." The boy sagged against him, shuddering in
relief.
"I didn't mean to do it deadboy. I just couldn't let her hurt you."
Xander hid his head against Angelus' neck, running his hand over Angelus'
chest. "WW ...wwh... what did I d..d..d..do? I don't even know what I
did? Am I possessed again? What did I do, deadboy?" The boy's hands
clutched tightly at Angelus biceps. If Angelus had been human he would
have sported bruises for days afterwards, as it was he was glad to
provide comfort to the boy in any way possible.
Angelus ran soothing hands up and down Xander's back. The boy lifted
tearstained eyes up to stare pleading into his. "You are not possessed."
Angelus stated as calmly as possible, letting his eyes add weight to his
words. "If you were possessed then I would feel your connection to the
hell mouth."
"But I wasn't possessed by a demon before. I was possessed by the spirit
of the hyena."
Angelus' brow puckered in thought. "That's unusual. Animal possession is
rare and it usually happens to someone more closely attached to nature."
"It wasn't just me. It was a whole pack that became possessed."
Angelus stiffened suddenly. "Who was the leader?" He demanded.
Xander glanced at him fearfully. "I was."
Smelling his fear Angelus brushed a fallen lock of the boy's hair back
from his brow. "You haven't done anything wrong. I'm just trying to pull
the threads together in my mind." Angelus glanced crossly at the slayer,
before pulling his arms away. He turned the boy around and gave him a
gentle push toward the closet. "Get dressed." He strode unconcernedly
naked over to the door of the room, and pulled it open. He looked out
into the hallway to find the vampires who had been guarding his door
dozing on the floor. Hot anger licked at his insides before his brain
reasoned that the witchy slayerette must have cast a spell. That thought
cooled his ire some but not enough to resist the urge toward violence.
All the fear and worry that he had endured erupted. He drew
back a foot and kicked one of the helpless minions lifting him off the
floor. It lurched up snarling to see Angelus menacing down at him. The
minion cringed back. In the meantime Angleus kicked the other one awake.
He glared down at the two whimpering vampires allowing his true face to
come to the front.
"Since it is my wedding night I won't rend you limb from limb. You may
thank my mate for this forbearance when the night dawns. Now since you
are obviously useless at guarding a door you will go wake up my children.
Send them to me at once." He addressed the one vampire. "You. Go get me
the manacles and collar chains. Now!!" He yelled as they stood cringing
in front of him. They shot off scurrying in different directions.
Angelus turned back into the room. His love was sitting on the bed with
the most distance as possible between him and the slayer. The clothing
swam on him a little. Angelus and Xander were close to the same height
but Xander was much more slender. The boy shivered slightly under
Angelus' regard, and the bed looked way to big for Xander alone. Angelus
remained lost in thought.
The was a timid scratching at the door. Angelus jerked it open to find
the minion standing there loaded down with chains. "Are those the
titanium steel ones?" He looked at them dubiously.
"Y...yyyou didn't ask for those." The creature stammered out.
"Pray tell what other chains would I use to immobilize a slayer?" Angelus
hissed through gritted teeth.
"Slayer?!" Squacked the vampire. "You didn't mention a slayer." He
glanced around frantically until his eyes fell on the crumpled heap by
the wall.
"Well you would know it involved a slayer if you had been awake guarding
the door instead of napping peacefully." Angelus growled menacingly.
"I'll jjj...jjj...just go get the.. the.. them." The vampire faltered,
then broke and ran when Angelus took a step toward him.
Angelus was distracted by a muffled giggle coming form the bed. He
glanced over to find the boy covering his mouth with both hands trying to
stuff slightly hysterical giggles back into his mouth.
Angelus stepped forward utterly charmed by the sight.
Xander broke into full blown laughter when made eye contact with Angelus.
"Di..did you see his face when you mentioned the slayer. I thought his
eyes would bug out." Xander threw himself back and laughed even harder.
Angelus found himself on the bed looking down into that laughing face
with a matching grin on his own.
"Now, now pet it isn't nice to laugh at the minions."
Xander struggled up to find Spike and a sullen Drusilla standing in the
doorway. He tried to control his mirth but found it impossible in the
face of the traumatic events of the evening and Spike's ironic
expression. He just lost it again.
Spike too found himself drawn to the sparkling laughter. It pulled him
forward despite Angelus' warning look and Drusilla's persistent clinging.
"So what up, Sire." He said mockingly. "Need some help deflowering your
mate?"
Angelus growled and began to lunge forward. "It sound like you need
another lesson."
Suprising even himself Xander caught Angelus' arm before the vampire made
it off the bed. "We had a visitor, Spike." He nodded in the direction of
the Slayer.
Spike growled. "The bloody little chit. Good on you Sire. Did ya kill
the bitch?"
"I didn't do it." Angelus said.
Spike and Angelus met each other's eyes over Xander's head, with a quick
downward motion of his eye's Angelus indicated that Xander had.
Drusilla wandered over to the fallen slayer and grabbed her by the hair,
and pulled her head up. "She's a pretty little doll, but someone's
keeping her asleep.
Spike's eye widened.
Angelus shook his head at him.
Xander ducked his head and clenched his hands. "i just don't think she
should wake up right now." Xander mumbled.
"I don't think she should either." Angelus said soothingly. "She might
get hurt if she fought us." He rubbed the small of the boy's back."
The minion broke the tension by stumbling back into the room.
"Chain her up." Angelus ordered with a quick jerk of his head toward the
slayer.
The minion timidly crossed the room under the watchful eyes of two master
vampires. He felt their stares almost drilling into his back. Okay.
Okay. I have to get this right. Do her legs then jerk her up and do her
arms real quick. No. No. Better check for weapons first. Easy. Easy.
Just don't screw this up. He saw Drusilla stroking the blonds hair.
"Can I keep the doll?" She asked hopefully.
Shit. Shit. She wants to keep a slayer as a pet. Oh this was bad. Maybe
he could take a vacation somewhere. How do you feed a slayer anyway?
How many vampire do they have to slay a day to keep in good health.
"No you can't keep the slayer!" Snarled Angelus disgustedly.
Yea! thought the minion.
"Oh come on Sire. She won't be much trouble. We'll take such good care
of her." Spike whined mockingly.
Oh noooo. The minion almost whimpered. He glance up to see Angelus' mate
smiling at him. He quickly glanced at Angelus in the hope's he hadn't
seen. The master vampire was too busy glaring at his child. This was
not good he told himself even as his lips quirked up in response to that
engaging grin.
He glanced over and met the baleful gaze of William the Bloody. His eyes
faltered under the look and he quickly gathered the chains and attached
them to the rings in the floor and ceiling. He got the manacles around
her legs easily. Did she twitch? Oh damn. This really sucks. He
grabbed an arm and pulled her up as quickly as possible securing it. One
down one to go. He thought.
The slayer moaned.
The minion quivered and jumped back from the dangling slayer.
"Oh for fuck's sake." Spike grumbled lunging forward and securing the
slayer's other arm. "Sod off." he yelled at the minion.
The minion scurried toward the door, then stopped as his eyes again met
those of the lovely youth on the bed. The boy smiled at him gently.
A rough hand grabbed him by the collar. He got a brief glimpse of
Spike's yellow eyes before he was shoved unceremoniously out the door.
Spike dusted off his hands. "So why are we here again. Not that the view
isn't nice and all." He looked the still naked Angelus up and down.
Angelus glared at him and strode over to the closet to pull on some
pants.
"Why don't you kill the bint and get it over with, then we own the
Hellmouth."
Angelus felt an unholy glee leap within his breast at the thought of all
that power belonging to him. His glance left Spike calculating one to
land on Xander's pleading one. How would the boy feel if his actions got
the Slayer killed. He remembered how his souled body had felt weighted
down by the guilt he carried. Was it worth it to subject the boy to that
pain?
"Spike make arrangement for us to leave as soon as the sun goes down."
Angelus looked directly into Spike's eyes expecting to see censure. What
he saw was approval.
"About time we got out of Sunnyhell. Come my dark princess we have a car
to find." He offered his hand to Drusilla who was still hovering around
the slayer. "Oh by the way luv, where are we headed."
Angelus' eyes widened at the endearment that he hadn't received in over
50 years. He jerked his head to the 'seemingly' unconscious Slayer.
"We'll discuss that after we get in the car." Spike turned to go.
"William." Spike looked at him a tremor ran through his body. "Make sure
the car is worthy of my mate." Spike looked at him searchingly. He
glanced over at Xander who was looking at both of the vampires. Spike
nodded at Angelus. "Sure thing luv."
After they left Angelus felt a solidly warm body nestle into his.
"Deadboy?" Xander ventured.
"Yes love." Angelus tenderly pulled the boy's head up.
"What about Buffy? We can't just leave her here? Someone might hurt
her."
"Why do you care love?" Angelus asked gently. "You heard what she said.
She plotted with Spike and put your life in danger. She would have
killed you, at the end there."
"She loves you. I can't fault her for that deadboy. I love you too. I
would probably do some desperate stupid things too if I was losing you."
"But you're her friend and you did nothing wrong yet she was willing to
chuck you aside on the word of one of her worst enemies."
"First of all Spike is good at plotting. I fell for what he was saying
too. Second, I think as the slayer she has this belief that everything
will work out. If she didn't how could she go to work every night, and
face what she does. "
"So she was willing to let you get raped to get her Angel back. Isn't
she supposed to protect people from vampires not offer them up as blue
plate specials? I can tell you right now if Angel came back he would
despise her for what she did. I know I do. She has betrayed her
calling."
"No!" the boy said. "She just messed up. She didn't think it through.
When she calms down and realizes what she did she'll be upset. Deadboy
if it wasn't for her I wouldn't exist. Everyone messes up, but she's
important and she's my friend. Yeah I guess our friendship isn't ending
on a good note but there were a lot of times that she was there for me,
and I can't just forget that."
"Alright. After we're gone you can call Giles and let him know where she
is."
"And you won't hurt her."
"I won't hurt her unless she comes after us again."
Spike stuck his head in and sang out. "The car's here. I got a limo."
Spike grinned. "That good enough."
Angelus smiled at his childe. "Take Xander out and show it to him while I
pack."
Spike came forward and offered Xander his arm.
"Play nice Will. Or I won't." Angelus warned.
Spike nodded, and escorted Xander out. Angelus put on a shirt, and
buttoned it methodically, while staring at the Slayer.
He walked over to the wall and grabbed the Slayer's chin jerking it up
ruthlessly.
She blinked at the action.
"Do you understand that Xander gave you your life? "
She looked up at him blinking back tears. "I understand."
He sneered at her. "Do you understand what you have done and what you
have lost?"
She nodded. "Angel despises me?" She whimpered.
"He's locked in my mind just as I was locked in his. He cried when you
told Xander that you had plotted with Spike. You killed the hope that he
had. Do you know how unique it is that Angel remained alive in my mind
for the Gypsies to empower? In all this time he has never given up.
When he realized what you did he tried to step into the void. He
actively tried to suicide."
"He's still here?" She looked up at Angelus "Can I talk to him?"
"He's still here and no you cannot. In fact I'm not even allowing him to
hear this conversation. The only thing that kept him here was me holding
onto him, and reminding him that Xander needs him. So I will tell you
what will happen. I will coax him back for both Xander and my sake,
because surprisingly enough he has taught me a demon how to love, and
someday when he is strong enough we will merge, and Xander will love us
both. You will never bother either Angel or Xander again. You've hurt
them both enough. You will leave us alone to put the pieces together
again. If you don't you will die. The only reason you are alive is
because it would hurt them more to kill you. I however would enjoy
listening to your screams. Do you understand what I've told you."
"But I can help Angel." She wailed.
"Help him! You stupid child! Have listened to anything I told you! You
almost killed him." He slammed the Slayer's head back against the wall.
"Do you want him to die?! You claim to love him, can you do what's best
for him, or can you only do what's best for you?"
She sagged limply against the wall. "I won't follow. I won't talk to
either of them again. When they're ready tell them I'm sorry."
"Hmph. If you say so Slayer." Angelus smirked in disbelief. "I think
you're only sorry you got hurt. Grow up child. You are not as important
as you think. You are one of six billion. Yes you are stronger and more
skilled but that doesn't make you special. The special ones are the
people who are not as strong or fast but have the courage to still face the
things you do. I'm really tempted to snap your neck. " He put both of
his hands around her neck. "It would be so simple."
She trembled beneath his hands. "I said I wouldn't follow."
"Maybe I could start a little fire, then as I drive away I can imagine
you back here burning alive."
"I won't follow. What more do you want." She screamed at him.
He shook his head. "You are such a useless waste of oxygen. If there
was some way to keep Xander from feeling guilty about this." He snorted
in disgust, then he turned his back on her and stalked away.
She felt a light headed relief as he left the room. She was the slayer
she thought she shouldn't be afraid, but her limbs continued to tremble
in direct contradiction of her thoughts. Maybe it was for the best
Xander was totally useless anyway and Angelus was probably lying about
Angel anyway. Yes that was it Angel was probably dead. Angelus had
probably killed him and even without his soul Angelus couldn't kill her.
Xander had nothing to do with this. He was just a toy Angelus had picked
up. Yes someday Angelus would come back to her. He just couldn't
resist. Until then she could wait. Just not too long.
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Spike watched the youth looking around wide eyed at the luxuries to be
found in the limo. He had poured the sulking Drusilla a glass of
champagne, but Xander turned it down when he was offered one. He
silently compared the two of them. Xander was brimming with life and
anticipation even if it was slightly tinged with sorrow, while Drusilla
was sulking petulantly. She kept making little demands and forays for
his attention, but for the most part he ignored them. She had been
shunning him ever since her 'Daddy' had returned. Now that Daddy had
found someone new she was plastered against his side trying to recapture
his attention. Spike cast a rather jaundiced eye at her efforts. He had
begun to question why he had put so much effort into winning her back.
Especially when he remembered the feel of Xander's body against his. He
looked over at boy's kiss bruised lips and wondered what it would feel
like to have those lips wrapped around his dick.
The door was jerked open and a visibly angry Angelus entered the car.
"Let's go." he said tersely.
"Where to?" Questioned Spike with a raised eyebrow. "You haven't picked
a destination yet."
"We'll go to Los Angles for now, until we can pick a more permanent home.
Unless of course you have a better suggestion." The words were innocuous
but the tone contained a buried thread of anger.
"Let's see we go to the nearest major city. Nah. Buffy will never figure
that one out. What a brilliant plan Sire." Spike said with a heavy
strain of sarcasm and a mocking emphasis on the word Sire.
"You're really asking for more of what you got last night aren't you
boy." Angelus snarled.
Xander flowed across the seat and molded himself against Angelus,
disrupting the flow of conversation. He took Angelus' hand in his. "Umm.
Sorry to interrupt and all guys but I was wondering if you had figured
out what I did to Buffy yet. I know you said I wasn't possessed and
everything but would you know if it was something like the Hyena again."
"Yes. Instantly." Angelus assured him turning all his attention toward
the boy at his side. "Even though it is a nature possession it would
still garner it's power from the hell mouth. It is different if you seek
the spirit of the animal for reasons of enlightenment, but if the animal
seeks you out for the purpose of committing violence then it has to make
an alliance with a demonic power to control you, and we would feel that
alliance. The fact that you could be the conduit for that power means
that you could also borrow from those animal spirits not aligned with the
hell mouth. "
"So why wouldn't Giles tell me this."
"There is difficulty in telling what the intentions of the spirit you
proposition are. If you know you can do this and you don't have the
proper training then you can be tricked."
"It sounds like something dangerous to mess with. Two questions. Is that
what I did to Buffy? Did I ask something in without knowing it? and How
do I learn how to do this safely? Is it something like witchcraft?"
"I think that was four questions Xander." Angelus smirked.
"Okay so it was four. Answer them already." The boy muttered
impatiently.
Angelus laughed. "No, that isn't what you did to Buffy. No if you ask
something in you will definitely know it. You will have to be trained in
it's use. No it is not witchcraft. It is more natural then witchcraft,
more elemental. Probably the closest you can get is shamanism, even that
is not a good match. "
"So what did I do to Buffy?"
Angelus shook his head. "I don't really know, but it wasn't demonic in
origin. It was a type of natural magic. The biggest problem I see is
that since we know nothing about it or even where it came from, or how
you did it. Every time you use it you put yourself at risk. We don't
know what the consequences of using it are."
"So I try not to use it until we find out more about it. Why do I get
the feeling that this means more research?" Xander whined.
"If we're lucky." Spike muttered darkly. "It probably means we'll be
tramping through the bloody woods for years on end."
Angelus smirked at them both. "Well we have the whole world to look for
answers in and Buffy's stuck in Hellmouth being the slayer. It's a win
win situation for me. I've spent about a century brooding, and it's time
for a little adventure."
"I don't know if the world's ready." muttered Xander.
"Well it better get ready." Angelus pulled Xander into a breath stealing
kiss.
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