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Fighting for Survival	By : AddictedtoBuffy Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes > Angel(us)/Spike(William)/Xander > Angel(us)/Spike(William)/Xander Views: 13766 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Fighting For Survival
Author: AddictedtoBuffy
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Angel/Spike/Xander
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel the Series. They are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy et al. I do not make money from the writing of this, it is purely entertainment. I do not mean any disrespect to the actors who have portrayed these characters. This fic contains explicit Male/Male relationships if you are adverse to this or are under the age of eighteen then please do not read. Thankyou to all the online writers who help keep the Buffyverse alive.
Summary: What if Buffy couldn’t stop the snake demon before it got back to Glory. Starts in the Buffy Season 5 Episode Shadow but then goes AU. Angel is the same as cannon up to this point except that Darla is not visiting Angel in his dreams despite having been brought back by Wolfram and Hart you’ll find out why later. Furthermore, this follows Jenns fic Playing Games found at AdultFanFiction or the Slashaholics Island. You don’t need to have read that to follow this but I do recommend it as it’s a great fic. I moved the timeline back a bit so that by the Season 5 Ep Shadow the boys are a threesome and Spike and Xander are only in Sunnydale to pick up their stuff before moving in with Angel.
Beta: The talented Bubbysbub keeps me going with her enthusiasm and proper spelling
Feedback: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I’ll get on my knees and beg for feedback both good and bad
Part: 18/?
Distribution: Ask and you will receive
Warnings: The normal language warning and mention of threesome sex
Reviews: Kage - Thanks for the support and feedback, sorry there's more Wathcer stuff in this chapter but I think you'll be pleased with Wes at the end of this chapter, let me know what you think
Daeomae - You'll have to read this chapter to find out if you're right or not, I hope you're pleased though, let me know
A/N: A big thanks to Jenn for allowing me to use some of her ideas evident in Playing Games. Buffyworld is back! A big thanks to Howard Russell for bringing such a wonderful resource back online

Chapter Eighteen

Spike stalked closer in full game face and every inch the big bad. He stopped in front of Xander and drew him in flush against his lower half so that Xander could feel his strongly muscled thighs and erection. Spike sniffed and mouthed Xander’s neck, feeling Xander’s pulse start to race, more in arousal than fear but Spike could smell a little fear in Xander’s scent. Spike lifted his head enough to see his Sire, who had his arms crossed across his chest but was still keeping a wary eye on the proceedings. Spike licked Xander’s neck one last time before addressing Angel.

“How do you think he will taste? All that fire and passion? What if we tasted him in the middle of his orgasm? Mmmm, what a nummy treat.”

“You want to claim him, mark him, make him our consort Spike?” Angel asked attempting to keep his voice calm.

“Like you don’t? I know that the only reason you haven’t is because you knew I couldn’t and you didn’t want to rub my face in it.” Spike told Angel and his eyes glittered with the word he could not say but Angel heard it anyway. ‘Thanks’.

“Hey, I’m standing right here,” Xander protested. “Don’t I get a say in who will be munching on my neck?” Xander asked, a little scared that he didn’t feel frightened at the idea of his lover’s drinking his blood.

“It’s more than just feeding Xan, its marking you as ours so that every demon will know that you are ours,” Spike tried to explain.

“You are our lover, our mate, we’d never drink too much of your blood, baby boy. It isn’t a feeding thing; it’s a sex thing like when Spike and I share blood.” Xander leant fully into Spike and bared his neck. Angel couldn’t help but smile, he’d love to take both his lover’s up to their room right now and claim Xander, but they had more pressing matters to deal with first.

“As much as I want to drag you both upstairs, the Watchers will be here in less than two hours so we need to get the last few details organised. Raincheck boys, as soon as they’re gone we will be in our bedroom like a shot.” Angel promised them, and with a thankyou to Dr Phillips the three left together.

*****

Quentin Travers stepped out of the cab and stared in disdain at the old run down hotel the beast used as the centre of his operations. As his entourage moved to surround him he reminded himself of the reasons why he was here in this rundown part of LA instead of home in England sipping tea and eating a crumpet. That infernal pain in the Watcher’s side Miss Summers was dead along with her Watcher Rupert Giles. The survivors, her friends, had fled to LA and Angel, the vampire with a soul who Quentin didn’t trust at all. He felt sorry for Roger Wyndham-Pryce who was a good acquaintance of his. His son had done his best to trample that fine name through the mud. Living here in LA, working for a vampire of all people, it just wasn’t done.

Looking up at the hotel again he sighed as he crossed the filthy street. Hopefully they wouldn’t be here for too long. They just needed to convince the occupants inside that they should work for the Council in exchange for the information they were after. Then they only needed to stop into the jail on the way to the airport and deal with Faith once and for all. The only Slayer who had hurt the Council worse than Miss Summers. ‘Now why couldn’t they all be like that lovely Kendra girl,’ Quentin asked himself. She had known her true place in the scheme of things, these American girls were just too self-willed to be good Slayers.

The entourage, loaded up with stakes and crossbows, strode through the little courtyard in front of the monstrosity of a hotel, and without knocking, straight inside the dimly lit, mildly gloomy building. In front of them stretched a large lobby. On one side was what was once a check in desk but was now cluttered with dusty old books. Behind the desk a young woman was on the phone to someone, probably a client, as this was supposed to be a detective agency. Quentin caught sight of Wesley Wyndham-Pryce, discussing something with a red headed girl. ‘Willow Rosenberg?’ Quentin thought, remembering the file he’d seen on the Slayer’s friends. Wesley was holding two books as they discussed something magical, Quentin assumed.

“Well, if you're serious about these matters, all right, but ... you need to be very careful. Measure precisely, and, and, please don't step ahead.” Wesley cautioned Willow.

“No, he's quite right.” Quentin Travers walked straight over to the ex-Watcher and the Witch. Quentin takes the book from Wesley’s lifeless fingers and briefly glanced at it.

“You wouldn't want to do anything dangerous. Turn the wrong person into a badger.” Quentin smiled and joked but the connotation was clear in the air, ‘You can’t handle books like this.’ He handed the book back to Wesley, whose nerves were already set to grating just by the presence of his one-time mentor.

“Quentin. I didn't realize you were here.” Wesley gave the book back to Willow, who left to alert the troops. Wesley left the other part of his sentence unsaid but knew that the head Watcher had picked up on it. ‘You didn’t ring before arriving.’

“Well, evidently.” Wesley attempted to be polite as his English background dictated but found himself wishing he could be a bit more like the Americans and say what he really felt.

“Been a while. I see you've, uh, brought some of our ... colleagues with you. Would you care to introduce us?” They weren’t his colleagues, would never be his colleagues again and for once he wasn’t sad over that. In fact he felt relieved that he didn’t have to be around these stuffed shirts ever again after today.

“Well, first I thought we might catch up.” And that was a lie if ever Wesley had heard one. They had absolutely nothing to talk about, nothing in common. Not anymore, not since Wesley stopped speaking to his father, or more accurately, his father stopped talking to him. Wesley watched out of the corner of his eye as the other Watchers spread out and started investigating the foyer and various doorways off it. Wesley wasn’t concerned with them going upstairs; as soon as any of them tried they would hit a magical barrier. Willow seemed to be remarkably good at those lately. They couldn’t let the Watchers anywhere near Dawn and Joyce Summers, or Spike and Faith, also hiding upstairs for the moment. They were the backup in case anything went wrong; otherwise it would probably be best if the Watchers did not see them.

Angel choose that point to walk out of his office where he had been listening the whole time. The Watcher’s whipped around and pointed crossbows and crosses at him as well as the occasional stake. Angel had to smile; these middle-aged, overweight pompous fools would be no match for him if he were to attack them. Instead he casually leant against the doorjamb, arms crossed, the picture of bored and unwary. In reality he was ready to strike if these men and one woman made any move towards violence.

“Why don’t we just skip the preposterous small talk and you tell us exactly why you came and what hoops we have to jump through before you give us the information you undoubtedly have, that we need to keep the world a safe place.” Angel drawled picking up a mug and drinking the blood in it.

“Fine. First, this is just for the duration of our stay. I think you can see why.” One of Quentin’s watchers walked over to Cordelia but Angel didn’t take his gaze off Quentin, trying to suss out the meaning of his words.

“What is just for the duration?” Angel finally asked, not liking conceding a weakness of any kind to the Watchers. Quentin didn’t need to answer his question as the meaning became apparent quickly. The Watcher called Nigel took the phone out of Cordelia’s hands.

“Hey!” she protested.

“Angel Investigations valued client I am sorry to tell you that the agency is closing early today please call back at a later time. Terribly sorry for the inconvenience.” he told the person at the other end of the line, not sounding sorry at all before hanging up.

“Hey! Angel, what are they doing? You can’t ask someone whose daughter has a third eye to call back later. It needs to be dealt with now.” Angel stalked up to Quentin, extremely annoyed that this man thought that he could dictate what Angel and his firm did.

“I'm sorry. It's just for the duration of the Council's review.” Angel stared at Quentin until the Englishman looked away.

“What review, Quentin?” Angel menaced. “No one said anything to me about this.”

“If you want to work with us why don’t we sit down and talk about it over here.” Quentin told Angel. Angel didn’t like the ‘work with us’ part, he would be perfectly happy having nothing to do with the Council, but they needed that information. Once they had it, Angel was determined that they would cut all ties to the Council. Angel walked into his office and sat in his chair leaning back, Quentin reluctantly followed obviously not liking that Angel had the position of power. The other Watchers followed and stood around the office looking intimidating, well; at least it would be intimidating to someone who wasn’t Angel.

“You all stand around and look sombre.” Angel told them and of course they do, Angel just rolled his eyes. Wesley who had followed them in surprised Angel by speaking.

“Good job.” Wesley said as sarcastically as he could. ‘No wonder he had been such a failure in Sunnydale, not one of these Watchers would have done any different by the look of it’, he thought. They were all made out of the same mould that didn’t actually prepare them for the type of situation Wesley found himself in when he first arrived in Sunnydale.

“You used to respect us, Wesley. You used to be one of us.” Quentin addressed Wesley, hoping to get him on the Watchers side for this discussion with the vampire.

“You used to pay me. If you recall, firing me was not my idea.” Wesley reminded the head Watcher.

“Touché. But you were on the inside once. You know what sort of resources we command.” Quentin took some papers offered by one of the Watchers and then addressed Angel. “We've discovered information about this creature, your Glory. Some of it is clearly vital, the rest merely extremely disturbing. And it won't be handed over until we're convinced that your group can be trusted with the information, that you can handle it. Thus the review.” The added criteria ‘That you are not evil’ was not spoken but everyone in the room heard it clearly just the same. Angel leaned forward and spoke softly to Quentin but everyone in the room heard it and they all heard the threat thinly veiled under his words.

“I'm not having you put the Sunnydalers through one of your insane tests. They have been through enough.”

“It's not a test. It's a check of your methods. We need to know that this information is safe. The Sunnydale group doesn’t need to go through the review unless they are planning to stay in this hotel and help in your efforts against Glory.” Quentin was adamant anyone planning to stay in the hotel would go through the review. Angel resisted the temptation to sigh, his attempts to keep the Watchers away from Xander had failed, and they would be talking to him. At least hopefully he could talk them out of putting Xander through his paces because of his injury. Angel wondered what would happen when they found out about Spike and Faith, which he was starting to suspect that they would.

“Do you really think that they will walk away from the fight now? She killed their friends; they’re not going to walk away without having stopped her first.” Angel replied, attempting to reach the Watchers compassion, but decided that it mustn’t exist at all, as they continued to stare dispassionately at him.

“Fine, then have all your people assemble in the lobby and we will start with interviews. Find out whose who and who does what, that type of thing,” Quentin actually had the gall to smile at Angel. Angel’s face was a blank mask as usual but inside he was positively seething. He knew what they wanted to find out by interviewing his friends, ‘was it likely that he would turn evil.’ Unfortunately for the Watcher’s Council, no one in the hotel liked them and they would not find the information they wanted.

“Okay then, if you’ll follow me gentlemen.” Wesley took over ushering the Watcher’s members out of Angel’s office, “oh sorry and of course ladies.” Wesley placated an upset woman Watcher, Lydia, if Wesley rightly recalled her name.

*****

The AI members and the Scoobies were sitting huddled together in the lobby as they were interrogated by the Watchers Council. The Watchers had attempted to divide them up and talk to them separately but they had refused. Angel was holed up in his office, they didn’t want him influencing the humans, and they seemed to have forgotten that he could hear every word from the office. Xander was sandwiched between Anya and Cordelia. He wanted nothing more than to have one of his lovers there holding him but that could not happen. For one, they were hoping that the Watchers would not find out that Spike was in the hotel and secondly, Xander knew that if they found out about his relationship to Angel, the shit would definitely hit the fan. So Xander was pretending that he was with Anya, a façade that the two of them had shown in the past to the Scoobies when he and Spike first got together. Right now the Watchers were gathering everyone’s names, starting with Wesley, ‘like they don’t know his name,’ Xander thought. Everything was being recorded in a tape machine and that made Xander even more nervous.

“Name?” Nigel asked.

“Wesley Wyndham-Pryce, but you already knew that Nigel or have you forgotten we shared a room back at the Watchers academy?” Wesley asked as dryly as he could. Wesley was already sick of their games and had decided that as his name was already mud he could say what he liked and hopefully drag one of the Watchers down too. “Have you also forgotten how softly you would whisper my name into my ear in the middle of the night?”

“What? Wes, don’t,” Nigel looked flustered and confused as his fellow Watchers started to stare at him.

“Have you forgotten how hard you used to scream my name on those hot nights where we had had a few too many and forgot to be quiet in case someone caught on?” Wesley asked him, his meaning very apparent to everyone in the room. Gunn had to stifle a grin at the look on Nigel’s face. Who would have known that Wesley had a pair on him?
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