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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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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 most wonderful Bubbysbub as always looked this over for me.
Feedback: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I’ll get on my knees and beg for feedback both good and bad
Part: 24/?
Distribution: Ask and you will receive
Warnings: Suggestions of Het Sex and non-conditional, I promise only a little though.
Reviews: Hey Lady Virgo, thanks for the review. No there will be no Conner and Jasmine etc, I'm only rewriting season two of Angel and Season 5 of Buffy none of the others, you'll have to wait and see how Darla reacts because she is human she doesn't know yet. You'll soon find out where this goes though this is really just a bridging chapter. Hope you enjoy.
Daeomae - Thanks again for all the reviews. Sorry but this won't be a hot chapter though they'll definitely be more to come in the future, enjoy.
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.
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Chapter Twenty-Four

Angel smirked up at Darla as she pushed him to the ground in front of the lit fireplace. She lowered herself on top of him and demanded a passionate kiss from her fiery boy. Angel eventually pushed them up until they were sitting as he worshipped his Sire and maker. Angel could focus on nothing but Darla, feeling the air around them infused by their demonic passion. He couldn’t help but smile at her, relieved that she smiled back. Angel could never keep track of his Sire’s moods and the wrong expression from him at any time could result in the dastardliest punishments. As a result Angel had learned to school his features so that he hardly ever showed emotion.

His Sire arched back as Angel hit that spot deep inside her and when she faced him again her true face was showing. Angel kissed his Sire again, letting all her skills arouse him further. Finally the two immortals broke apart and Darla stared at her boy in all his vampire glory, she had always felt that he looked better when in vampire face, more dangerous and strong. Angel was aware of a voice whispering to him that sounded like Darla yet his Sire’s lips weren’t moving and she didn’t seem to notice anything apart from riding him harder for her own pleasure.

"Remember Rumania,” Darla’s displaced voice whispered seductively in his ear. “…in front of the fire, with the gypsy girl… all bound and gagged. You took her right there. You sucked her blood until she was dry." Angel found his passion increase though this time he tried to fight it; this was wrong, all wrong. He shouldn’t be here yet his body seemed to be acting on its own and he couldn’t rip away from his diabolical Sire. ‘Where were his lover’s?’ he wondered desperately, ‘What was going on?’ Angel found himself biting Darla’s neck though he tried to fight the compulsion. Darla smiled at her Childe drinking down her rich blood before sinking her own fangs into Angel’s neck.

Angel sat up with a start in his bed in the Hyperion, his lovers curled up together next to him. Watching him warily. Angel couldn’t help but raise his hand to where Darla had bitten him in his dream. He felt his turning scar under his fingers.

Spike watched Angel cagily; he had definitely heard Angel murmur the name Darla and knew that Angel was hard under the sheets. Spike held Xander tighter to himself, Xander was stiff in his arms and Spike knew that Xander was wondering the same thing as he was. ‘Why was Angel having erotic dreams of Darla when he had come numerous times over the evening and had two lovers to satisfy his every need?’

Angel tried to work out his own bodies’ reactions and feelings, by the end of the dream he did not want to be there yet his body reacted like it didn’t want to be anywhere else. Something was going on but first he really needed to reassure his lovers. Angel shivered at the remembered feeling of being in Darla. How could he have been hard for that whore when his lovers were the much better alternative, both in and out of bed.

“I dreamed of Darla,” Angel decided that it would be the best place to start when talking to his lovers.

“We got that loud and clear, mate,” Spike fell back on old behaviours to try to cover up the hurt he was feeling.

“No… I” Angel was interrupted from his scrambled thoughts by a knock at the door.

“Angel, Spike, Xander we need to come in, someone’s just used magic on someone in your room,” Willows concerned voice rang out. Angel just had enough time to make sure he was covered and no one could see the erection that still hadn’t deflated despite Angel’s best efforts.

Xander hesitated a moment before deciding to stay right where he was, in Spike’s arms. Willow would have to get used to it and Xander needed the reassurance because he didn’t know what was going on with Angel. Hopefully Willow would leave soon and Angel could try to explain his actions.

The door opened and Willow, Tara and Faith came striding in. Willow and Tara were too concerned about the magical energy they had sensed in the lobby to worry about their friends’ state of undress. Faith was there as protection in case one of the boys had been influenced by a spell and attacked. Willow wished Wesley was here too as he knew things she didn’t, but he refused, stating that he wouldn’t go into that room where his boss was probably being intimate with the other two even if someone paid him.

Tara peered closely at the three occupants of the bed, scanning their auras. Tara could tell if someone was being influenced by magic through the colours of a person’s aura. She gasped as she peered at Angel.

“Him, someone’s been messing with Angel but they have finished the spell, there are only after-effects now,” Tara explained to Willow.

“Hopefully this will still work,” Willow muttered to herself as she threw powder over and Angel and muttered a few words. The witches gasped in shock as the three occupants of the bed watched on confused.

“Ahh Red, what are you doing? What did you find on Angel?” Spike finally asked the question, curious as to what the witches found so interesting.

“Oh sorry,” Willow was brought out her inspection of the residue of the foreign spell by Spike’s question. “Angel have you been dreaming something just now where you couldn’t control your body?” Willow asked the question that inadvertently answered Angel’s ponderings.

“Yes I did,” Angel replied shooting a look at his lovers, hoping they would believe that his apparent reaction to his dream wasn’t by choice. “How can I get rid of its effects?” Angel asked hoping that they wouldn’t need details, he was still painfully hard, it wasn’t going away and he didn’t want to release the tension the normal way. It would feel wrong knowing that he had got into this state by the thought of Darla whether or not he was coerced.

“Effects, why would there be eff… oh. Oh.” Angel felt like burying his head in the doona when every pair of eyes turned on him. If he could blush Angel was sure he would be bright red. He studiously avoided all eye contact as Tara and Willow whispered together probably about his predicament.

“Sorry, babe,” Xander whispered to Angel, feeling upset with himself for not giving Angel the chance to explain himself before they judged him. ‘It must have been terrifying, not being able to control his body urges at all,’ Xander thought to himself before resolving to do everything he could to make it up to his dark haired lover. Willow finally turned to the figures on the bed. Chanting with Tara besides her doing the same. A wind blew up around them as the continued in some archaic language. Then it was all over and Angel felt his erection subside.

“Thankyou girls,” he told them sincerely.

“That’s… That’s all right, we’ll see you downstairs in time for the funerals,” Tara reminded them of the unsavoury business they had to attend to tonight before leaving with her girlfriend.

“Are we all thinking that this was the work of those rodents?” Spike asked after he had heard the door to Angel’s suite click shut.

“Wolfram and Hart!” Angel growled, promising revenge.

*****

“You sure it worked?” Lindsey asked the shaman in front of him.

“Yes, Sir, the target received the dream with all its unwanted urges,” the Shaman reassured him hoping that they would pay him soon and he would be able to leave.

“Good man, If you just go see my secretary she will make sure you get your fee,” Lindsey ushered the smelly little man out of his office before turning and watching the figure now standing next to his desk.

“His lovers,” Darla spat, “will be disgusted, and without them he’ll fall apart and I’ll have him again.” Darla was confident of the sway she held over Angel once his lovers had been eliminated.

"That's wonderful. Unhinging a man with all his particular and weaknesses takes a lot of work." Lindsey commented peering at his leg, which relegated him to this electric wheelchair. With only one hand he couldn’t use crutches or an ordinary wheelchair so he was even more handicapped at the moment, which was irritating the shit out of him. At least he could make Angel’s life a living hell and hopefully get back at the little shit of a human who had shot him.

"I created a lot of those strengths and weaknesses. I think I have a pretty good handle on them." Darla replied watching the incapacitated human, he amused her with his indignant anger at the world just boiling under the surface.

"We're counting on that. You've given us more information on Angel than we had when he first got here. Nobody knows him better than you do. Especially the side we're interested in." Lindsey had been amazed at how little Wolfram and Hart had had on Angel considering what files and records looked like. That was all changed now; thanks to Darla, they had whole filing cabinets of information of Angel thanks to her.

"So, what is the plan exactly?… I tease him to death?" Darla asked sick to death of these humans’ games; despite being one she still didn’t count herself among their number. Nor had she forgotten Angel’s staking of her only other childe, he was going to pay for that and if Darla got her way, which she always did one way or another, Spike was going to end up in a world of pain before the end. The law firm could have the human kid if they wanted she wasn’t interested in him but the other two were going to be hers to do with what she wished.

"We don't want him dead. We want him dark. And there is no better way to a man's dark side than to awaken his - nastier urges, is there?" Lindsey asked, not sure if he was referring to his relationship to two males or Angel’s urge to do anything in order to protect what was his. Darla watched as Lindsey unconsciously rubbed the skin just above his plastic hand.

"He did that to you. What's it feel like?" Darla asked curious. As a vampire she had forgotten what it was like to be a human and being back in this vulnerable form she was curious what it would feel like to lose a physical part of herself like Lindsey had.

"Doesn't feel like anything." Lindsey replied, refusing to remember the time where all he could feel was pain and all he could see was his severed hand lying near him and a mocking smile from the vampire with a soul. Lindsey didn’t notice that his real hand was balled up into a fist as these thoughts filled his head but Darla did.

"Can I?" Darla asked before reaching out and stroking the fake hand. She needed him on her side if she was going to go through with her plan, which was definitely different to that of Wolfram and Hart. Lindsey was proving to be an invaluable resource to her and his feelings about his hand were clouding his judgement making him careless around Darla.

"It's very smooth… You don't feel anything."

"Not in my hand.” Darla smiled as she moved back from the lawyer; her seduction of the human was working perfectly. Soon he would do her beck and call like a puppy dog wanting to please its owner. “How is it - seeing him again?" Lindsey asked needing to change the conversation.

"It's strange." Darla had taken to spying on Angel from afar, she had seen Lindsey’s botched attempt to kidnap her grand-childe and the human. Seeing Angel all fierce and proud as he went to comfort his lovers had left her aroused and bitter that he had never worn that look on his face around her.

"He betrayed you." Darla snorted at human ideas of betrayal and trust.

" Everyone betrays you, that's not what eats you in the long winter's night..." She replied philosophically.

"Yeah? What does?" Lindsey asked intrigued, he was gaining free advice from a four hundred or so year old being.

"Missed opportunities. - He got a soul and it sickened me.- All that power wasted on a whiny mopey do-gooder. God, I could eat his eyeballs." Darla could do more than just eat his eyeballs but that would be a good start.

" Our plans for Angel are a little more long term than that - but if you can't help yourself, then, by all means, be my guest." Darla smirked as Lindsey revealed his obvious hatred for Angel, ‘this was going to be too easy,’ she thought to herself pleased.

"You're fun for a human."

"I have a particular interest in this guy… a lot of people do.” Lindsey replied trying to play down the seething hatred he had for the souled vampire.

*****

“…Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust.” The Priest intoned over the caskets of Rupert Giles and Buffy Summers. Xander, Angel and Spike all leaned against each other crying softly as were most of the people gathered around the coffins in the garden part of the crematorium. Dawn and Joyce were opposite barely standing as they let their grief at Buffy and Giles deaths overwhelm them. Even Gunn who had never met either person was close to tears by the depth of emotion and mourning through those around him. Spike felt a presence watching them and lifted his head searching the bushes around them until he found what he was looking for. An older man about Rupert’s age was leaning against a distant tree and obviously weeping as he watched the funeral. Before Spike could think on it anymore he was distracted by the priest’s assistant lighting a torch and then pushing it into the wood under the coffins. It had taken quite a few strings pulled by David Nabbit to organise this as they didn’t usually allow cremation bonfires on the lawn. David was there as well, comforting Cordelia and looking thoroughly out of his depth. As they watch the flames crackle around the coffins Angel gripped his lover’s tighter. He knew this moment was coming from the first time he had spied Buffy on the steps of her old school in LA. But being in this moment was still gut wrenching, however, Angel had two things to be thankful for, that Buffy had survived as long as she had and that her death had been relatively painless, not drawn out agony. As long as Angel kept looking for the small mercies he knew he would be okay.
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