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What sound does a heart breaking make?	By : chilli Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male > Angel(us)/Xander > Angel(us)/Xander Views: 24007 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Those of Buffyverse are naturally Joss' creations, however, any and all other characters mentioned are my own.
Chapter 3
Oz refocused his attention on the two dark-haired girls with a cool expression before his eyes flowed smoothly to very wolfish gaze.
“Ohhhhh, how cute, Faith! Wolfie got himself a little bitch!”
Faith snickered and leaned forward slightly. “Dogfood's over on Aisle 6. I hear they're having a sale,” she told them helpfully then both she and Cordy broke out in uproariously laughter.
And Willow shrank back. “You don't understand!” she burst out. “With the Zynest coming it's more important that the prophecy gets fulfilled,” she exclaimed tearfully. “We NEED Buffy to become the Protector.”
“You make me so fuckin' sick with that 'Woe is me' attitude! All big eyes and breathy catch! What you need is my size eight up your collective asses,” Cordy sneered at them. She sighed and continued more softly. “You wanna know something, Willow? There was a time that I actually envied you. Because of Jesse and Xander. The three of you had something special, something that I, with all my money, beauty and popularity didn't have: you friendship. And all I had was a bunch of ass kissers pretending to be my friend.”
“Then Buffy came along and replaced Jesse. But still you and Xander were tight. Yeah, I admit, I was jealous. Not a lot, of course, cause I am Cordelia Chase. Beautiful as well as fabulously rich, which did kinda cancel out my jealousy quite nicely, thank you. But still there was this slight feeling I had whenever I saw you and Xander.”
“Then I became part of your little circle and I saw a widening crack between you and Xander. And it really puzzled me why. It took a bit of actually looking past the surface but I saw where the division was coming from: Buffy. Inch by inch, she picked apart the little threads that bound you and Xander together. And I saw the last thread snap when you sided with Buffy over that damn Restoration spell. I think that was what started his infatuation with your skinny little ass. He was so desperate to get you back in his life that he didn't even think about the consequences to all four of us.” Then she snorted and gestured to Oz and Willow's clasped hands.
“Now you got your little fuzzy-wuzzy back to keep you warm at night and you left Xander out in the cold. So from one bitch to another, Welcome to the club! Though I gotta say, that if you continue to dress like an escapee from a nunnery, they'll rip up your membership card!” She said with a scornful look at Willow's attire.
And Oz growled warningly, growing tired of Cordy's yapping. Then he blinked as a familiar scent tantalized his nose and his eyes widened fractionally before his lip lifted, revealing lengthening teeth.
“You know something Cordy?” Faith casually asked her companion.
“What's that, Faith?”
“I wonder if the legends about werewolves and silver are true...” she mused thoughtfully. She and the other girl exchanged wicked smiles.
“Let's find out!” the other smirked and pulled out the long pin from her hair, then one-handedly unhooked her silver necklace.
Oz's eyes narrowed uneasily and he backed away from the girls. He pulled Willow with him and darted a horrified look at Cordy's boots then back to her face.
“You like? I had them specially made with you in mind. Stylish yet able to kick a little wolfy ass,” the girl answered his unspoken question as Willow gasped in understanding.
“Why the hell do you care about him anyway? You turned your back on him first!” she cried angrily as guilty rage surged through her.
And her long-standing nemesis looked at her in disbelief. “Oh no, you did NOT just go there! Let me explain the rules about breakups: if it's by mutual consent and there's no hard feelings, you can easily remain friends with each other. But if you catch your honey locking lips with some red-headed little tramp, fall through some funky old steps, get impaled on a re-bar then you are allowed to act as nasty as you wanna be! It's in the Breakup for Dummies Rule Book: Page 94, Number 44.”
“Let me give you some advice: you better read the book real soon. You're gonna need it!” and with that parting shot the two girls sauntered away.
“C'mon I need to find Giles.” Oz pulled Willow urgently out to his van.
“Why?”
However he had no intention of sharing his information with her. Her wavering emotions and loyalty had him almost trusting her as much as he trust Buffy and Giles. And he trusted them enough to know that they would screw him to the wall as soon as they could. Maybe he could casually mention to Buffy that she needed to have another talk to her 'friend'.
“Tell ya later...” he replied absently as they sped towards her house. Quickly dropping her off, he hurried to Giles. Ushered in, he was pleased to see Buffy lounging in a chair, although with a sulky look on her face. And at the moment he couldn't really decide which one of them he despised more: the Watcher of the Slayer. Then he shrugged, it was a tie.
“I think I know where Cordy took Xander,” he said without preamble. And Buffy immediately bounced to her feet.
“Yeah? Let's go then...” she exclaimed, perking up considerably. Slaying was no fun anymore without her Angel around. She sighed missing the times they would hide in crypts and makeout like bandits, but her honeybunny was still all growly with her. She respected that, she just wished he would hurry up and get over his mad. It was all Xander's fault, all he had to do was let Angel fuck him ONE time for God's sake! Was that too much to ask? And he called himself a friend, she snorted in disgust. If anyone should be upset, it should be her. While it wasn't exactly cheating, but it was still sex with someone other than her...
And she tuned back in time to hear Oz say “...Angel.”
“I'm sorry what did you say?”
The werewolf boy dearly wanted to know if he shook her would he hear rattling? Sternly he controlled his desire to bite her as he carefully repeated what he said and turned his attention back to the Watcher.GileGiles paced back and forth, harshly telling Buffy to be quiet and let him think. And muttering to himself he thought furiously before he came to a decision.
“Very well. We shall leave Xander in place for now,” he began calmly but was interrupted by his Slayer's loud screech of dismay.
“What?! What's wrong with you...we have to go get him and...oh.” Buffy began her tirade then quieted down realizing where they would have to take Xander: to Angel.
“Precisely.”
“So you think they will go through the spell?” Oz inquired doubtfully.
“But of course. They may not wish to proceed but they have no choice, not if the Zynaest are coming,” Giles replied, wincing internally at the blistering reprimand he received from Travers. Despite their antagonistic attitude for one another they both wanted the same thing: Power. Travers wanted in on the inner circle of the Watcher's Council while he simply wanted more power than his Slayer. He had grown increasingly tired on her rather mocking put downs, and her purposefully-accidental hits when they sparred.
Ultimately, both he and Travers realized that by working together they could both achieved their goals as there was one thing he had yet to tell his Slayer. She would not be the recipient of the power. He would be the one to received it. The Protector's power was expressively forbidden to be housed within a Slayer, Travers had told him. And the older man had people researching the whyfor of such an edict. But in the meantime Giles was to proceed with the current plan.
“So we just leave him? But how will we know when he's no longer a virgin?” Buffy demanded. And for some reason the look that had flashed in Giles' eyes made her a little uncomfortable but she shrugged it off as a trick of the light.
Giles smiled, “All we need is something that belonged to him, plus a bit of hair. There's a rather simple spell that can be cast to tell us.”
And smiling slightly to himself, Oz hurried to his van and drove to the street the Harris' lived on. He carefully parked his car some distance away and snuck around the back. Slipping under the crime scene tape, he broke into the house and cautiously proceed up the stairs to Xander's room. Entering the room he was assaulted by the stinking reek of despair. And pinching his nose shut, he pawed one-handed though the room. Stealing a brush and a blood streaked shirt and hurriedly departed.
After casting the spell on a small clear globe, Giles slumped down wearily into a chair. Lines of exhaustion etched finely on his face.
“It's down, now all we do is wait until it turns red, then it will shatter. That will indicate that Xander is no longer a virgin and we can remove the power from him.”
“YESSSSS!” Buffy exclaimed whirling around giddily before collapsing into chair. Daydreaming of her and Angel. Together forever.
“She's a fool, you know...” Oz's voice was low as he spoke to Giles.
“True but she's the only Slayer we have...” Giles remarked sotto voice as they both watched Buffy.
Wesley prepared the spell ingredients. His ears were still ringing from Cordy's shrill protests over what he and Angel had decided to do. Though he was quick to point out to the furious girls that it was Angel's idea in the first place. They two were clearly taking an unfair advantage in that THEY could scream and yell at them while he and Angel had to keep their voices down.
But fortunately Angel finally convinced the young women of the plan. Pointing out that Xander was rapidly retreating from the world and soon no one would be able to reach him. This was the only way.
Cordy had immediately demanded that Wesley then be the one to have sex with Xander. But the young Watcher was no fool. He heard the threatening growl from the vampire and moved casually away, making sure he had something solid between him and everyone else when he gave his answer: NO.
Adding that Angel had more experience at same sex relations than he. He sagged in relief to see the angry glares disappear from the girls as they turned very interested eyes on the now discomfited vampire. Which served him right, Wesley had thought self-righteously. Next time he'll think twice about growling at people.
“Gay?! Omigod, you're gay!” Cordy had begun to laugh and was soon joined by Faith, her new comrade in arms. “Boy, Buffy's gonna shit bricks when I tell her!”
“NO! She can't know until we're done!” Angel immediately replied, stifling a little chuckle at the sulky look that appeared on the two girls' faces. “After we're done and everything is completed, you can tell her then.” And maybe it was something in his voice that had caused Faith to look at him sharply.
“You don't think it's gonna work? You think you're gonna turn into Angelus, don't you?”
And Cordy looked at Angel with narrowed eyes. “Yes and that's why you and Cordy won't be here. I figure that it'll take a few hours or so before we'll know either way. Wesley will remain behind to look after Xander and...deal with Angelus,” he said softly.
“You mean kill Angelus, don't you?” Cordy quietly said and she didn't need Angel's lowered eyes to know the truth. If Angelus returned, there would be no restoration spell, only dust.
Later that day something else had occurred to her as she watched Angel take a handle Xander. And if there was a God that looked after lost children, she prayed that he would look after them all, especially Angel and Xander.
Wesley tapped on the bathroom door when Angel was making sure Xander finished his bath. They had found that left to his own devices, the boy had a remarkable tendency to get lost in himself and they frequently would return to find him in the same position as when they had left.
“Angel, are you ready?” Wesley called softly, stepping back as the vampire ushered the drowsy looking Xander to the bed.
"Shhh,” Angel sighed heavily as he gently urged Xander to sit down. “The girls are gone?” he inquired, wanting to delay this moment. This time of peace and tranquility where Xander trusted him, let him hold him close. Soon would come the time when he was regarded with disgust and barely hidden fear. But even a sneering, mocking Xander was better than this automaton.
“Yes, they left about fifteen minutes ago,” the other replied sympathetically . No matter how they looked at it, Angel would lose Xander: either the Angelus' hand or by the boy himself reacting with horror and disgust.
“I will be waiting outside,” Wesley murmured softly. Quickly making sure that the manacles were securely fastened to the walls on either side of the bed before departing.
Xander tilted his head to gaze incuriously up at the motionless vampire, but in his foggy world it was beginning to roil and seethe around him, making it hard for him to maintain his footing. The attached holes were looking a little frayed around the edges from the unsettling motion. Then he he scooted back in the wide bed and smelled that wonderful aroma. A scent that promised security and safety. A combination of rich fertile soil and a cool refreshing breeze and his inner world settled. He was still safe, nothing could hurt him not now, not surrounded by the smell of security.
Angel frowned as a disturbed expression seem to settle on Xander's face and he was torn between happiness and sadness. Joy that Xander seemed to be revealing some sorta of emotion that would hopefully lead back to the real world and sadness that he wouldn't get to love him. Then the boy slid further back on the bed and that familiar vague look came back. And sighing softly, Angel shucked his robe and crawled after the slender figure.
“What are you doing?” Xander asked curiously as he lay back on the bed at Angel's gently urging. Lifting his hips at the vampire's prompting, the towel was unfastened from around his waist. His legs were bent until his feet rested flatly on the bed and Angel knelt between them. He restlessly shifted his head on the pillow as his inner world quivered softly.
“This?” Angel gestured to the leg he held in one hand and in the other he held a small plastic bottle. “I'm just gonna give you a massage,” he softly reassured the boy and flipped the top, inhaling the delicious scent of vanilla.
“Oh...”
Pouring a small amount in his hand, Angel swiftly closed the cap and began to knead the scented oil into the slender leg he held between his palms. Slow and steadily his hands crept up the long leg, digging his fingers into the muscles with frequent glances at the boy's face hoping to see some spark of awareness of his actions. But still Xander's face remain unchanging, gazing up at the ceiling.
Gently dropping the boy’s leg, but he made sure that the foot remained flat on the bed. Then he switched to the other leg and treated it to the same thorough attention. His hands crept higher until he reached the muscled thigh. And he saw the lengthy organ begin to involuntarily swell. Encouraged, he pulled Xander into a half sitting position and sank back on his heels, drawing the boy into his lap and adjusting Xander's legs around his waist. Grabbing the bottle again, he poured another small dollop into his palm before snapping the lid back down. Then he began firmly pressing his fingers into the long back, lightly kneading the muscles into relaxed compliancy. All the while keeping his attention focused on the vague eyes. And finally he saw something, a spark of awareness deep within the dull chocolate eyes.
Xander brows slowly drew down into a frown. Something…this wasn’t…what was wrong? Something was wrong, he looked around his cloud kingdom in puzzlement as a blush of color began flowing through the misty world.
“Angel…” he looked, really looked at the man holding him. He wasn’t afraid because he knew that he was still safe, but something…something wasn’t right. Something was disturbing his nice, safe world and he wasn’t sure he liked it.
“Shhhhh….” Angel whispered softly, stroking the rippling back. Soothing the slight look of distress in the those wide eyes. “Shhhh, just let me…it’s just me. It’s just Angel. Your Angel touching you….no harm. Shhhh…” And he watched the distress eased. Fade as the long lashes drifted down.
He almost cried out as the boy involuntarily arched into his gentle caress and a tiny sigh came from the softly parted lips.
By now, he had reached Xander’s shoulders. And he had the young man completed encased in his protected embrace as he lowered them to the bed. Lulled into pliancy the the boy allowed him to do whatever he pleased with only a soft questioning murmur.
He shifted them to their sides. Then slowly, he drew his hand down a flexing thigh, slid it over his hip and rocked into the warm space provided.. Still continuing his soothing motions. Circling his palms against the undulating back, alternating the heel of his hand then his fingertips to augment his soothing kneading actions.
Once again, he reached for the bottle of oil and squeezed a thick line of fluid on the writhing hips, gritting his teeth as their naked hardness rubbed against each other. Relishing the slight hitching sounds Xander made.
His hands moved lower to the bend of Xander's waist, then to the base of the boy's spine...and lower still...
And Xander's eyes snapped open.
...as Angel finger gently caressed and circled his bottomhole.
“Stop that!” Xander cried, as Angel ran his tongue in a long, slow caress up his neck, straight to his lips. Silencing his protests. Drawing back and licking an wet arousing stroke across his lips.
“You don't like this....” he purred against a fragrant neck. Tender, pulsating skin was now gently being suckled into his cool mouth. And when those thick, sable lashes of Xander's lifted to meet his focus straight on, Angel couldn't resist diving back into the honeyed sweetness of the warm luscious mouth.
And Xander's misty world was being shredded by a cool rushing wind. Ripping apart his safe cocoon. Leaving him with no place to him.
“Angel no! I don't...please...I don't want to do this...it hurts...they'll hurt me again...please stop!” Xander cried, hot bitter tears spilled from his eyes. But he continued to arch into the intoxicating caresses that the vampire was giving him. He rocked forward with a short cry when Angel crooked his finger and brushed against a something that caused him to see stars.
“I can't baby...if I let you go you won't come back to us. Xander, trust us...trust me! We won't let them hurt you again. But you have to come back to us,” Angel pressed thick, seductive kisses to the pouting lips. Moaning as he slipped inside and drank thirstily at the succulent heat within. Twining his tongue around the shy, supple muscle within. Teasing it to a erotic duel while slowly introducing a second finger into the sultry back channel. Groaning at the incredible tight heat that blistered his fingers.
“I won't...I promise I won't...I'll stay...I promise I'll stay...,” Xander babbled out as tears poured down his face. “I won't go away...oh...oh...ohhhhhh...ah ah ah...ANGEL!” came the low passionate cry as Angel gently brushed against...something deep within him.
Xander gazed forlornly at his tattered misty world. There was no place to hide from that cool wind that twisted and swirled playfully around him. Teasing him, tugging at him, pushing him to the edge of the cliff. Promising safety. No harm....
And he leapt.
Angel sank into the aroused need of the boy as the lithe body pressed hungrily against him. Their lips slid, touched with an erotic, beguiling rhythm. All that was heard in the room was heated sighs, hungry moans as need...desire spiral higher.
Abruptly, Xander managed to pull back. Away from those arousing lips. Fully back in the real world. And what a world he was in. He gazed up into Angel's shadowed face.
This can’t be real…maybe he was still in another world. A crazy dreamworld because this was Angel...Deadboy that he was swapping spit with, a Deadboy that had his fingers up his ass. He can't be feeling this way about...he can't be feeling pleasure.
“Kiss me...” Xander demandingly moaned. He had to prove to himself that this wasn’t real. “Right now.”
Angel paused for only a second before he he bent forward and brushed cool, silky smooth lips over the soft, lush feel of the boy's warm intoxicating lips. It was incredible. It was tender.
And it nearly blew Xander’s socks off.
He stretched up slightly and reached up to cup the back of Angel’s head. Feeling like Angel was towering over him even while they were laying down. Moaning breathlessly into the cool heat of the mouth drinking deep from his. And helplessly, he parted his lips wider. Succumbing to the intensely sensual need Angel's lips invoked. Hungrily. Pressing against the firm body greedily. Using his leg to draw them closer...closer still. Writhing on the fingers that played so deliciously, wantonly within his spasming flesh.
Clasping Angel’s shoulder and upper arm, he drew himself deeper into the cool embrace, absently noting the sleek, muscular strength flexing beneath his curious wandering hand. And he slid anxious fingers up the strongly ed ned neck, sinking them recklessly into the depths of the silky dark locks. There was something incredibly sensual about touching Angel, the feel of cool flesh touching him. It was unlike anything…
And he felt Angel tremble. Marveled that he, Xander the Zeppo, could cause such a reaction and realized that he was hard. Drippingly hard....they were hard. And he wanted Angel with hunger that was fast driving him insane.
This kiss, their kiss was endless. Wet, lush and deep. And his body eagerly responded, pressing against the huge stiff rod. Their hard erections gliding, sliding against one another, fitting against Angel, undulating in a mating dance that was heightened by the feeling of his lover intimately exploring his simmering ass with those long, thick fingers.
Angel rolled them over, settling firmly between the splayed thighs. His fingers still intimately sliding into the honeyed warm sheath with greedily fingers. Reveling in the soughing moans and the harsh groans of passion pouring from wet, trembling lips. And swiftly he moved down the undulating body and sipped from the towering staff before enveloping Xander's length deep within his mouth.
Xander gave a startled cry....it was too much and he tried to back away from that voracious mouth. But Angel wouldn’t let him. Xander tried to steel himself against the sensual assault the vampire was waging on his body. And against his will, he felt his body give over to a decided awareness of Angel’s ministering, sensual hand. His very experienced hands. And he was moaning with pure ecstatic joy, watching Angel, watching as his dick disappear and appear within the wet luscious silk of the dark immortal's cool mouth as he suckled him and played erotically in his ass. Gasping and moaning he rocked back and forth, torn between the twin carnal caresses.
And that mouth, that ravenous mouth that pulled such…rapturous sensation from him that he was totally helpless against the heated anticipation that surged through his body. Felt his body come alive as tantalizing tremors shivered down his length and through the rest of his body.
Angel felt the reaction that the boy couldn’t possibly hide nor contain. And he pulled Xander tighter, deeper into his mouth. Nursing greedily at the warm length that pulsed between his lips. He really was going to love teaching Xander the passion that seethed within that slender, pliant body. Watching it rise slowly, relentlessly until it overtook him. Overwhelmed him...overwhelmed them both.
And a picture of Xander sprawled across the bed came into his mind. Golden skin softly brushed by waning sunlight, gleaming with dewy moisture. Hot skin, a dripping stalk arching proudly in the air, waiting impatiently for his lover to join him as he shifted restlessly on the rumpled sheets.
And he wanted to be that lover. To be the one that ignited the passion that burned deep within that lean supple body. Wanted to be the one that Xander wait for...that he hungered for...that he watched with greedy possessive eyes...
He pulled his fingers almost roughly out of their warm nest. Ignoring Xander cry of bereavement, he gently touched the head of his aching shaft to the spasming circlet. Just kissed the head of his organ to the loosened muscle ring and simply waited.
“Angel...”
And he plunged into the molten heat.
“Ahhhhh....” his eyes nearly fluttered close, it felt so...so damn good.
Easing his hips back, smiling tightly at the distressed whimper Xander made before he slid his length inside. Heat...blessed caressing heat. And so tight...so fuckin' tight.
And then Angel began a scorching, plowing rhythm that pinned Xander willingly to the bed.
“Omigodomigodomigod,...” he moaned as Angel fucked him with an almost savage force that nearly took his breath away.
He couldn't move...wasn't too sure he wanted to move; all he could do, wanted to do was accept Angel's mouth, that insatiable tongue filling his mouth, and that huge cock as Angel moved with dark, sinful grace within him; powerful hips writhing and undulating, ramming, thrusting into him...plunging to his very core. Withdrawing and starting the primitive drive into him again...relentlessly. Over and over. And it only got better when Angel wrapped his hand around his shaft and began working his cock, ruthlessly pulling at his throbbing length. Swiping his thumb over the wet, drooling head.
All he could do was feel; gladly feel again. And he wrapped his arms around Angel's neck and hung on for dear life; gasping short cries of encouragement as his dark lover surged into him, muttering thick words of lust, of desire against his lips while plunging feverishly within his spasming channel.
He was helpless against the vampire's strength even while he gloried in it. He was pliant under the weight of Angel, and he reveled in the cool naked body covering him while a mouth devouring his, and that hard jutting shaft continued to pleasure him. And Angel rode the gasping, squirming body in a hot torrid claiming of Xander. Claimed by sex, claimed by the most rapacious and virile part of him. He rode the lithe, writhing body until Xander was near senseless with agonizing pleasure each time he rammed his considerable length into the hungry, wrinkled pucker. Stuffing himself deeper into the honeyed flesh with every licentious flex of his hips. And he gloried in every loud needy cries of 'More' from his lover.
He moved, Xander groaned. Every sensation seemed magnified by his leaking cock in the velvety sheath, slippery with his juices and wet with Xander's own natural secretions. Making the most seductive, salacious sounds imaginable.
The lush supple body surged in erotic cadence with his every move; he took Xander with long powerful strokes with the rhythmic movements of a very experienced lover. Angelus tenure in their shared body finally standing him in good stead. He found an almost inexhaustible reserve of stamina as he possessed Xander. He thought he could go all night, endlessly plunging into the wet heat of the tight gripping passage and Xander wound himself tighter around the dark immortal and gave Angel his mouth. As the intensity of the thrusts increased, he lost himself willingly in the icy hot kisses and in the torrid sensation of pure lust. And then it was over, in a sudden paroxysm of white-hot, electric, sizzling that burned through him. Swelling into a ravishing unfurling sensation. One moment it was there, he was there. Climbing, soaring to a capricious crescendo of excitement...and next...
“Come for me, Xander!”
...and he exploded in a heart stopping eruption of pleasure.
“Oh God....ANGEL....!”
And when he felt Xander clenched around him, squeeze him tightly during that long ecstatic moan of shattering release, he knew he wouldn't be long after as sweet, fragrant boy juice erupted over his hand. And Xander met his every thrust, snapping his hips against his, rolling his body wantonly to his cadence. Building the feeling, building the intensity until his final...glittering surrender. He didn't want to, but it took him almost by surprise; and gritting his teeth jammed himself deeper into the luscious warm passage. Chanting Xander's name like a benediction he jerked his hips roughly against the boy, then let loose with an almost anguished howl of pleasure.
His face shifting, teeth lengthening before he buried his teeth in Xander's tender neck. Drinking deeply from the fountain of life. Headily spiced with the sweet ambrosia of lust, pleasure unending. Hearing the low whine from the frantically undulating body beneath him as his cum spat out, spangling against Xander's prostate with every pulsating foamy bullet. Making his lover work his needy hips hungrily before Xander shot his load again and he flooded Xander's fluttering ass in the volcanic geyser of his climax. And blunt human teeth sank deeply into his shoulder, forcing a second orgasm from him, taking him by surprise and he again flooded the ravenous bottom mouth with his cum.
Sighing in orgasmic satisfaction, his ass still twitching around the thick rod still buried within him. And as Angel sank down onto his limp body so tightly, so deeply, he felt as if he was bound to Angel... forever.
And waiting outside, Wesley began the spell. Each word meticulously pronounced, there was no room for error and he felt the magic grow. Pressing, swirling around him with furious intensity, forcing him to his knees. But he still continued to chant out the spell, casting the material components into the brazier as the pressure built. Until he finally shouted out the last words of the spell, gasping for breath on the floor as coils of smoke wafted through the air with almost sentient intelligence before undulating to the bedroom door, and seeping under it.
He winced at each increasingly loud pleasure filled moan from both Angel and Xander. Unfortunately, he was becoming rather turned on as well. Gritting his teeth, Feeling thankful that they seeto bto be winding down, he stepped away from his post for a last ditch et tot to control his arousal: and ice pack. Fortunately, the couch was there to catch his fall when he received a call from the Watcher's….correction the Shadow Council. And he waited with trembling knees as he was connected directly to the Shadow Council.
Rumors abound about the Shadow Council. Most Watchers could count on one hand the number of people they knew that had seen a Shadow Council member. The Shadow Council existed, it was they that had formed the Watchers Council and if any of the original Council of Watchers knew who the Shadow members were, that answer died with them. No one knew what they looked like, no one had ever SEEN a Shadow member except for the five heads of the Watchers Council. Well, actually four heads, considering the other recently passed away. And by tradition, there were always five ruling Council members.
People were brought before them for questioning, but still they never saw the Shadow Council's faces. Only heard their voices. And the rumor mill insisted that some members of the Council walked among them as ordinary people.
And while he tried not to listen to gossip or rumors basing his evidence on fact not conjecture in his short time as a Watcher, he had only rumors an gossip to credit a Senior Watcher's disappearance to the Shadow Council.
He later found out that the Watcher had been guilty of selling secrets about the Watchers Council, resulting in five potential Slayer and fifteen Watchers falling to the hands of a demon clan.
He jumped as a smooth, quiet voice filled drifted through the receiver.
“Wesley Wyndham-Price, is that correct?”
“Y..yes...yes Sir,” he managed to quaver out before firming his voice. “Yes Sir, this is Wyndham-Price. To whom may I ask I am speaking too?”
“You may address me as Mr. Seven. As to your calls to the Watcher's Council, be advised that you are on a speaker phone so please make your answers and questions clear and succinct.”
“Yes, Mr. Seven...”
“Now it is our understanding that you have been attempting to gather information regarding the Protector and the use thereof, correct? If so, we have an...interest in why are you inquiring on this matter.”
Wesley took a deep breath. While the smooth silky tone did not change he had the unmistakable impression that his guts would decorate the mansion if his answers did not please the caller. And carefully he began explaining the situation. Neither adding nor embellishing the truth, simply laying out the facts of the matter and what steps that were forced to take. “...and now the Dark Champion has mated with the boy. We didn't quite know what else to do, with the Zynesh imminent arrival.”
“Correct me if I'm wrong, but from your words it appears that the Senior Watcher of Sunnydale tried to coerce, Alexander into a relationship with the child despite the boy's protests. Now you seem to be condoning this...this relationship.”
And Wesley blinked rapidly at the aura of menace that silkily purred through the telephone. “No Sir, it was not condoned...but it was necessary to bring Xander back to us.”
“I beg your pardon, how does involving sex bring the boy back to you? Was he lost? It was our understanding that the child were with you.” the voice spoke sharply.
“Sir, I'm sorry but I was not here to witness the events. All we have, all I have is just conjecture. Not facts...” Wesley replied helplessly.
“Then conjecture for us if you will...”
“We believe that Xander was forced out of the group; we believe that rumors that he was gay were deliberately spread throughout his school; we believe that he suffered a great deal of sexual harassment and physical assaults while at school, and at least one attempted rape; and then he was badly beaten by his father. As a result, he retreated in his mind. He had been hurt so badly and betrayed, that he refuses to come out. But please sir, these are just conjectures, we do not KNOW that these events are true facts as yet.”
There was absolute silence on the phone before Mr. Seven began to speak Explaining precisely what a Protector was, what it was use for and why no Slayer could house such a force. And Wesley face was chalk white by the time Mr. Seven was done and all he could think was: Oh buggery!
“We will be sending a representative along with additional information that is to be given only to Alexander. His duty is solely to Alexander. You will not interfere with this representative in any shape or form. Have I made myself clear?”
“Yes sir...uhm who is this representative...so we'll know who to expect,” Wesley said hastily.
And at the answer, the young Watcher couldn't help his low groan of dismay.
“Good day Mr. Wyndham-Price.”
*CLICK*
“Oh, this is absolutely bloody marvelous...” the Watcher groaned, slumping back against the couch. Blinking at the quiet, then jumping up with an exclamation of shock as he rushed to the bedroom door.
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London, England
Quentin Travers studied the reports the field Watchers had sent, frowning heavily at one written in an almost illegible hand. Wondering when they would announce the fifth head of the Watcher's Council, he could only pray that it would be after that ridiculous fool Giles had retrieved the Protector from the boy. While he was ahead in the running, he wanted a bit of insurance in case he was not chosen as the fifth.
However, he was very much aware that Giles would try to betray him, however, without the additional documents on controlling the Protector, having the Protector's power would be a lesson in futility. The little airy-fairy would likely blow himself up the first time he used the power.
He snorted, Giles was a bloody arsehole to actually think he could outsmart him. He was the one that had taken all the risks. The bleedin' documents regarding the Protector was guarded by so many seals and locks that it had taken him months to get through them all. Endless bribes to Sheldon, the vault custodian. And he grinned mirthlessly. Al-most endless bribes to him. Another silly fool...seeking to blackmail him! What rotten luck Sheldon had to be attacked by a rogue demon. At least that was the word that was floating around the building.
Travers smiled again. Sheldon was most unpleasantly when he had shown up and began clawing at him with the modify gloves. Blubbering and pleading for mercy before the begging stopped with one swift grab at the pathetic fools throat.
He patted his combination locked briefcase containing the all important documents...but once Giles had the Protector's power, together they could dictate the terms in the Watcher's Council. Perhaps instead of five Council members there should be only...one. One head, one vote...one vision on the direction of where Slayers and Watchers should focus all their attention: the extermination all demons.
He shrugged, should the Council heads bestir themselves over this, all he need do was explain...and he became aware of one figure standing in his doorway.
“Yes, may I help you?” he asked curtly, but was uneasy at the woman's blank expression.
“Mr. Quentin Travers...?”
“Yes, yes what do you want?” he inquired impatiently.
“I've been sent to tell you that the Council wishes to speak with you. At once.” And she gestured slightly to the hallway.
Hmmm, are they perhaps going to make a private announcement that I am to be the fifth
head, he mused as he followed the elegant woman. Hardly, old boy, he snorted to himself in amusement. Obviously something else has captured their attention....as he was led through the labyrinth maze of corridors and hallways...
“Your pardon, but this isn't the way to the Council,” he protested quietly, starting to feel a bit uneasy about the entire situation.
“But of course it is,” the woman answered him pleasantly as they entered an elevator. She withdraw a key card and slid it into a slot just above the floor numbers. And they the elevator was swiftly move downwards.
And a fission of fear skittering on tiny feet down his spine. “Young lady, I tell this is most emphatically NOT the way to the Council Chambers,” he snapped angrily to hid his burgeoning fear.
“I'm sorry, perhaps I was a bit imprecise in my words. The Shadow Council requests your help in clearing up a small matter of some importance.” The odd woman smiled once again.
This time he was not reassured by her pleasant, calm demeanor. “What is your name? And who is your superior?” he demanded swiftly, blustering to hid his sudden attack of nerves.
And the doors opened into a darkly lit vast room. In the center on the circle of light sat a comfortable chair and desk, just beyond the lit were a semi circle of desks and chairs. He could just make out shapes and forms, the brief glowing red ember of a smoking cigar that a figure or two smoking and waving carelessly about. Not even hearing the woman's reply to his question.
“Ah...Mr. Travers, please have a seat. We would like to thank you in advance for your prompt willingness to help us in a troubling inquiry that has us a bit...concerned. “ A quiet voice from the shadows spoke politely.
And with knees that had a disturbing need to shake, he made his way to the chair indicated and waited with a racing heart for the questions to begin. Sternly cautioning himself not to panic. He had covered his tracks extremely well, there was nothing that they would be able to find that could be traced back to him.
They questions started innocently enough, even though he dared not allow himself to lulled into a sense of complacency still he answered them honestly.
“It was mention in passing that there's a situation going on over in the America. Perhaps you might ease our curiosity regarding the matter?”
And Travers mentally heaped curses on both Giles and that damn Wyndam-Price's head even while he smoothly told them of the happenings in Sunnydale. What the power of the Protector would do to bring order to the world.
“Just think Sirs, of what could be accomplished with the Protector's power housed in a mortal body. We wouldn't have to depend on rebellious, independent minded Slayers any longer. We would have someone dedicated to our cause, loyal to our belief. The current Slayers are both rebellious females. One is even in love with the vampire that is the Dark Champion. Can you imagine that? Absolutely ridiculous, of course! She is a Slayer, her job is to kill their sort!” he snorted in disgust.
“No doubt you are proposing that you be the one that would house the Protector's power?” came a dry whispery voice from the shadows.
And Travers mustered a faint modest smile. “Oh no Sir. I do not feel that I'm qualified for such a difficult task. However, there is another Watcher....a Rupert Giles that I feel is uniquely qualified for the honor.”
“No doubt, eh?” and there was something in that particular gravelly voice that had him wanting to be on his feet. Perhaps with a thick wall between them, maybe even several walls along with a dozen guards.
“Of course I have doubts that he would be able to do the job, naturally. I'm not that big of a fool. However, he believes that demons should be exterminated. That is what the Watcher's Council was set up for, to train Slayers who would destroy demons.”
And there was a murmur of voices, whispers before one voice spoke calmly.
“Well, fortunately for you that will no longer be a concern. Once the Protector has been awoken in the mortal boy you will not be able to remove it.”
“What?!” Travers couldn't help but exclaim, his mind racing. Scrambling mentally over the various purloined documents he had secured in his briefcase, that couldn't be true. Almost all the papers indicated that...and with frozen horror he listened as the voice continued.
“Yes, Mr. Travers. We were quite aware of your theft of the documents relating to the Protector. You see, we deliberately seeded the vault with these falsified papers many years ago, waiting for someone. Someone clever enough to conceive of such a scheme. someone ambitious enough to bribe the vault custodian. Someone vicious enough to kill to achieve his or her goal.” And the lights slowly began throughout the room.
“And do you know, Mr. Travers that in over 10, 000 years you are the first person to do so,” Sheldon quietly added, his lips quirking in cold amusement at the horror on Travers' face.
“H...how? Wh....why?” the man stumbled out of his chair, backing frantically away. Seeing for the first time exactly who, or rather what also presided over the Watchers Councils.
Demons.
Sheldon smoothly got to his feet. As one of the ranking member of the Shadow Council, the majority of them enjoyed an extremely long a healthy life. Illness, disease or injury were no longer fatal. Thank God his tenure would soon be up and he could go to that Final Sleep. He looked at the three original members and shivered. Wondering how could they continue to go on and silently shook his head in awe. These men, these ancient warrior mages took their duties to the Protector very seriously.
“Allow me to tell the true nature of the Protector,” he began. “Many, many years ago when the world was young. Demons freely walked the land and preyed on the weak. Their kind as well as humankind. The two PTB's reluctantly met and after much discussion, created a defender, a Protector. It was created not only to protect humans from demons, but also demon from demon as well as demons from human. But after a millennium of near constant battle it became tired and felt the need to Rest.”
“And in order to rest, it had to create another Guardian. So it sent its acolytes to find a young girl and it imbued her with a fractional part of its essence. Creating the First Slayer. These men,” he gestured to the motionless African magus, “Served as her Watchers and one became her mate while the other two in turn took other mates. The Slayer/Watcher pairing produce 15 daughters in total, fifteen potential Slayers...only one of which would be activated upon her mother's death. While the other two men produced 29 sons between them. And all the children carried a specific...gene, I guess you could call it. When the male and female genes combine together it would produce either another potential Slayer or a Watcher. With the exception of the fifteen girls, this is how potential Slayers come to be.”
“My God...” was all that Travers was able to breathe in wide-eyed amazement.
“And now that you know part of the true story, it's time for you to leave.” Sheldon continued calmly.
“Y...you..you're letting me go?” the other stammered, almost weak with relief and then he felt a stinging pain in his chest followed by something against his back. Fearing a heart attack, he was puzzled as to the line that seemed to....
“NO!” he screamed in horror as the cord was jerked out of his chest, the barb end ripping through his heart as well.
“Silly old git,” Sheldon snorted and nodded in thanks to his fellow Council member who was licking at his bloody hand where the barbed coil was just sliding back into his slitted palm. Demons sometimes had the most amazing physiology.
“You heard?” First acolyte spoke in an almost soft papery whisper and a dark form glided out of the shadows and bowed.
“Yes, my lords,” came the cool reply from the still figure.
“The boy must be protected,” and unspoken was the fact that terrible things would happen to him should he fail. .
“I will do my best,” he vowed and shivered under their ancient regard. Once again cursing that fuckin' arse Ripper for the mess that he was left to clean up. He just KNEW all this could be laid at the feet of that pompous bastard.
“You will need more than your best to succeed. Your primary focus will be to try to ward the boy until the Protector is fully awaken and at that time you may return back to England. You are not to have any contact whatsoever with Rupert Giles, is that clear?” the Second acolyte spoke, with a dark gleam of amusement in his eyes at the sulky expression that immediately flash quickly across the mage's face.
Dammit! Will I have no fun on this assignment? The dark magus silently grumbled but bowed his head in acquiescence. “Yes, sir.”
“You will tell the vampire that we will draw away as much as many demons as we can, but he will need to garner protection for both himself and the boy,” the Third spoke this time, a clear note of warning in his gravelly voice.
“By your will....”
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Back in Sunnydale, specifically Angel's bedroom, the two lovers lay slumped in sated pleasure, both breathing raggedly.
Moaning softly, he gently pulled free from the possessive sheath that clung to his length. He rested on his back for a few seconds before reaching for the bowl of water and cloth, and began gently washing the white pools of cum from Xander's still heaving chest and belly. Firmly ignoring the slight hitch in the boy's breath when he touched him. Finished he allowed the younger man to roll over on his side, though he firmly restrained the boy when Xander tried to crawl away.
Spooning against the shuddering back, he pulled the warm body into his arms as he rested his chin on top of the tousled locks and softly began purring. Feeling his eyes tear as well from the broken sobs the boy tried manfully to suppress.
“Why…?” Came the bewildered wail of confusion.
“Because we were losing you…” Angel replied quietly, stroking the soft hair away from the flushed face.
And Xander tried to understand. He really tried but he couldn't understand. He wasn’t bothering anyone, he wasn’t hurting anyone.
“But I was safe there!” And he finally broke into racking sobs. “And…and no…body was gonna….hurt me…there!”
“I know, baby. But it wasn’t a good place to be. There's plenty of people that love you right here…that’s been waiting for you to come out of hiding. You’ll be safe, we’ll make sure that no one hurts you again.” Angel whispered soothingly, softly stroking the overly warm body.
“Why do you even care?! You don’t even like me,” Xander muttered petulantly, his breath coming in hiccups.
“I care…” came the quiet whisper in his ear and he twisted trying to wiggle out of the vampire's embrace. Stilling as a sharp stab of pain laced through his neck and his eyes widened incredulously.
“Hey, you bit me!”
“You bit me back!” Angel muttered as he helped Xander twist around.
“I so did NOT!”
Angel merely gestured to his throbbing left shoulder and Xander flushed at the evidence of what he had done. Then his face turned absolutely white, causing Angel to sit up in alarm at the wheezing noises the boy was making.
“Xander! Xander, what’s wrong?!” he asked urgently.
“You….me….bed….” Xander choked out. “Omigod, I’m naked and I had sex with you! And I’m still naked! I’m gay! And you must be gay…” And he looked like he wanted to start crying again.
Angel manfully restrained his laughter. He pulled the shrilly protesting boy into his arms. “You humans have a lot to learn about sex. Xander, if anything you may be bi-sexual. But baby, it would have taken more willpower than you have right now to have resisted what I was doing. Not that I’m sorry, but we needed you back among the living.”
“Or a reasonably facsimile of one…” the boy couldn't help smirking back, then quickly remembered his naked state and hastily grabbed a pillow to cover himself. Just in case Angel got anymore funny ideas about…and a furious blush covered his face.
Angel smiled, “Now that's the Xander that we know and love.” And dearly wished he could take those words back. No need to frighten the boy more than necessary. He averted his eyes hastily, making a big production of putting on his robe to avoid the searching look Xander cast him.
“Xander, you need to understand that there are people that care about you. Faith, Cordy…Wesley and want to help.”
And Xander hid his hurt that Angel didn’t include himself in those that cared about him. Not that he wanted the vampire to care about him, he reminded himself hastily. Because in that direction lay gayness and his eyes narrowed, just waiting to pounce on him.
Then he felt himself getting angry…he wasn’t kinda baby that needed protection and he vehemently said so.
“We know that. But it’ll soothe Cordy’s ruffled feathers if you pretended that you needed her. She’s changed a lot in the past couple of days, looking after you. And I can tell you right now, that no one wants to mess with Ms. Chase at this moment,” Angel said in such an admiring tone that Xander grinned.
“Yeah, she can be pretty fierce when she wanna be,” he admitted with a smile that slowly faded. He looked down, plucking nervously at the cloth covered pillowcase. “I still don’t need anybody to protect me, though,” he muttered softly.
“I know and I never said anything about protecting you.” Angel replied evenly. “You are fully capable of standing on your own two feet. You just need a little help right now. All I’m saying is let them take care of you, until you’re strong enough to stand on your own.”
“And what about you? You obviously don’t wanna be around me, I guess all I was to you was a quick fu…” Xander began to sneer and found himself quickly flat on his back. He squeak was muffled by the large hand covering his mouth and he froze at the narrowed golden eyes glaring down at him.
“Don’t even say it, boy…” Angel growled down into the frightened eyes before he sprang from the bed. “Wesley is waiting outside for you,” he stated harshly, turning his back on Xander.
With shaky limbs, Xander crawled from the bed, wincing at the pain in his...okay we will NOT be completing that particular thought, he ordered himself sternly.
And he never once took his eyes off of Angel as he gritted his teeth and stooped slowly to grab his towel. Halting as his eyes fell on the manacle laying on the floor. He followed the thick links all the way up to the wall in disbelief before switching his widening gaze to the other wall and the matching manacles. They didn’t use to be in the bedroom…that much he remembered.
And he swallowed heavily, despite what Buffy and Giles thought about him, he wasn’t exactly stupid. One manacle plus one manacle equaled one enchained dangerous psycho vampire: Angelus.
“I’m sorry…” he hardly dared whisper as shame overcame him. Here he was bitching about his virginity and Angel was going to go bye bye.
“I don’t need your pity,” Angel hissed spinning around and snarling. But for once his fearsome face failed to terrorize the youth.
“Then would you be willing to accept my gratitude?” Xander asked with a somewhat shaky smile and felt shy pleasure course through him at the slow smile Angel gave him in return.
“Wesley is waiting for you outside,” Angel repeated, but with a softer look and reluctantly Xander headed for the door, clutching his towel firmly around his waist. Then another thought struck him.
“Angel?” he called just as the vampire fastened the cuff around one wrist. Angel looked up and waited. “Uhm…what…what will happen if Angelus doesn’t make a surprise appearance?”
And his face turned red, “I mean…I can’t imagine you losing your soul over…” gesturing helplessly at the rumpled bed, looking anywhere but the vampire sprawled on the bed.
“Xander, I’m surprised that I’ve lasted this long in talking to you. If Angelus doesn’t make an appearance then we’ll face that tomorrow, okay? Now go and don't come back until morning,” Angel ordered gently, smiling at the embarrassed look of pleasure that claimed the boy’s face before the young man hurriedly limped from the bedroom.
Omigod, I am so screwed! Xander shrieked silently. You idiot! Don’t think sex thoughts, he yelled to himself. And he began thumping the back of his head repeatedly against the door.
“Xander? Are you okay?” Wesley asked cautiously, a bit alarmed at the myriad of rapidly shifting expressions on the young man's face.
Xander peeked up at Wesley, exhaustion suddenly weighing his limbs down. “Don't know...sleep now?” he softly pleaded.
“Yes, of course...” Wesley darted forward and escorted the boy to his, now Xander's room.
Yawning mightily, he slapped the Watcher's hands away from his towel. Clutching firmly at his only covering, he backed away with wide eyes. “Don't tell me I have to have sex with you too?!” he screeched and Wesley literally jumped back with a horrified look on his face.
“Absolutely NOT!” he exclaimed. “I just thought you would be more comfortable...”
“...sleeping naked in your bed? Ewwwww! I have no idea where your body's been,” Xander yelped, feeling a surge of adrenaline. “You might even have coodies. And what the hell are cooties anyway, ya know? I mean it's something that I used to yell at the girls when I was a kid but I never exactly knew what they were...do you think they are germs and do you know why we called them cooties?” he exhaled his question in one long breath and the older man just stared at him.
“Perhaps it would be best if you were to simply lie down now,” Wesley carefully avoiding giving an answer, when he wasn't quite even sure of the question.
“K...” that simple word combined with the look of sleepy innocence made Wesley smile helplessly.
And climbing into bed, the boy was restlessly asleep within seconds.
Wesley went to check on Angel.
“Is Xander okay?” the vampire asked anxiously.
“Yes, he's in quite fine babbling form,” Wesley wryly replied, forcing a laugh out of the enchained man. “And you, how are you doing?”
“Well, so far HE seems to be quiet...which is making me very uneasy.” Angel tried to laugh and even to his ears, it sounded false.
“Do you know how long it will take before we are sure?”
“Well one way or the other, we'll know by morning,” Angel sighed, rolling his head restlessly on the pillow. “You and the girls keep an eye on Xander. And until this is over, I don't want him in here, you understand?” Turning, he looked the Watcher in the eye and saw the acknowledge in the other's face.
“As you wish...” Quietly Wesley left the room.
Shortly then after Faith and Cordy came back, quietly inquiring on both Xander and Angel. Peeking in on the vampire and gifting him with cheerful, encouraging smiles that swiftly faded away as soon as they shut the door. Then they peeked in on Xander, hoping to see him awake but disappointed to see him still asleep. Sighing they shut the door softly before retreating to the living room to wait out the night with Wesley.
And as soon as the door was shut, Xander's eyes popped open. Exhaling a shaky breath and wincing slight he sat up in the strange bed. He was feeling too ashamed to see Cordy or Faith, two girls he had almost became seriously involved with. They knew what happened between him and Angel, they knew! And he felt the cloudy fog start trying to form in his mind. He grew more terrified with each passing hour that he was going to get lost again. And he fought the cloud, trying to hold on to Angel's promise of safety.
Every creak of the mansion had him jumping, every sigh of the wind against the windows had him cowering. He couldn't rest, he couldn't get comfortable. Nothing was the fuckin' same! And he angrily punched the pillow. It wasn't even his damn pillow! That's what the problem was: he needed his pillow to really get to sleep. And carefully, with a stealthiness that only he and Batman could pull off, he snuck back into his room. Sniggering at the three sprawled out on the couch.
“Xander, what are you doing in here?” came the harsh whisper that made him yelp and fall back against the door.
“Can you be any more louder?!” he sharply whispered back, then got lost in the splendor of Angel's body spread-eagle on the bed....
“Oh my...” he softly murmured before quickly giving himself a mental slap. Stop looking at him! Sure, he looks good...good enough to eat...a great big smorgasbord of vampirey goodness. But I don't eat men, I only like the girls. Quick think of breasts! Big, bouncy breasts. Nice wide pecs with fat nipples...leading to a pale washboard stomach, and that thick dick...
“GAH!” Xander moaned softly banging at his head.
“Xander, are you okay?” Angel watched the boy with confused eyes, sure that for half a second he smell Xander's arousal singeing the air.
“Yeah, yeah I'm okay...” he responded breathlessly, averting his eyes quickly from the pale body chained to the bed.
“Okay, now tell me what the hell are you doing here? I thought I told you not to come back into this room until morning,” Angel said harshly.
Xander shot the vampire an indignant look. “Hey pal, you're not the boss of me! I'm not even the boss of me! Just because we made lo...” he abrupt shut his mouth with a snap and carefully looked away. “I...I...couldn't stay asleep...because uhm...I...I wanted to...to take shower! Yea, that's it! A shower!” He darted into the bathroom quickly and turned on the water, hopefully to drown out Angel voice.
Quickly washing and drying himself, he dithered for a month before peeking out around the edge of the door. And met Angel's eyes head on. He sidled warily out of the bathroom, to the dresser drawers and withdrew his pajamas. Hiding behind the chair he dropped his towel and pulled on the bottoms with nervous fingers.
“Are you quite done...?” the other asked through gritted teeth.
Xander's head shot up and his eyes narrowed. “You know, for a person with chains wrapped around his wrists, helpless to defend himself...you're being awfully mouthy.”
Angel dropped his head back on the pillow, muttering something too faint for Xander to catch. And the boy's mouth tightened, that's MY pillow he's got his head on! Marching over to the bed, he yanked his pillow from under Angel's head, drawing a surprised grunt from the vampire.
“MY pillow!” Xander snapped at the open mouthed expression on Angel's face. “MY blankets and sheets, too!” Eyeing the bed, trying to figure out a way to get the vampire off his bedding so he could take them. He just knew he would be able to sleep real good if he just had his nice comfortable sheets. Reaching a decision, he began tugging at the sheets determinely.
“Xander, what is wrong with you...?” Angel asked in honest bewilderment gazing up at the boy.
“Wesley dumb ole sheets smell funny, they just don't smell...right,” Xander retorted, trying to understand what was it about his bed, his pillow that made him feel safe. He yawned mightily. The hot shower, combined with restless sleep slammed into him.
Smell? Smell! And understanding dawned in Angel's eyes. It was against his better judgment but Xander clearly needed to rest. “Why don't you lay down? I think I'll have enough time to wake you in case anything goes wrong.”
And the blinding smile that lit the boy's face made him grateful for this one last opportunity to be close to Xander. Feeling his breath catch in his throat as youthful figure clambered over him eagerly and slid under the covers. Plopping his pillow on Angel's outstretched arm, Xander settled down easily and was sound asleep.
Hours later, as dawn approached Angel drew in a hissing breath. His eyes flashed gold, then brown...features rippling, shifting from human to demon as a low sound rumpled through his chest, awaking Xander who was resting against the broad chest.
Twisting up, he met the savage deadly gaze of Angelus and drew back fearfully. Then Angel reappeared, his face one of agonizing pain but then Angelus returned, eyes promising death. And the chains rattled, groaned as the deadly vampire began exerting tremendous strength to what bound him.
“Where's the key, boy? Where is it! Get me the damn key!” he roared, hissing with rage as the human slithered rapidly off the bed.
“RELEASE ME, BOY!”
“WESLEY!” Xander screamed, racing for the door and was almost knock in the face when the others outside ran into the bedroom.
“Xander, what the hell...” Cordy began, when the figure in the bed starting screaming, body arching tautly on the bed. Writhing as if caught in vise, crying out hollowly in a voice filled with unbearable pain. Again and again, the muscular body arched in agony, bellowing in anguished rage.
Helplessly the four waited, drawing together for comfort and safety. Touching Xander gently on the shoulder, Faith regretfully offered him a stake. And with a shaking hand, he took it, turning back to the bed and prayed.
Angel and Angelus ripped into each other with increasing brutality. Both males were evenly matched in size, but it was Angelus rage that made him such a deadly opponent, but it was Angel intelligence that made him an even deadlier adversary. The could be only one outcome to this last battlefield. And Angelus grinned viciously he knew what awaited him on the outside, but at least he would destroy his despised soul first.
And with a roar of fury, he leapt with surprisingly quickness on Angel. Driving the other to the ground and pounding his fists into his twin's face. He loathe the sickening love the other felt for the walking food containers; the goodness that lurked within his souled self. He boiled with fury at how it made him feel...all icky. First that stupid blonde Slayer, now the boy. Though he must admit Angel did show a bit of amazingly good taste in his latest selection of bedpartner. His moment of distraction proved costly as Angel swiftly flipped them over and began choking his longtime nemesis.
How he hated his demon self. The sickening rage that would surge through him at time; the lust to rip the throats of the ones under his protection; the contempt Angelus felt for the humans. He seethed with rage at how it made him feel...all slimy. He knew that if he destroyed Angelus, that he would be effectively destroying himself. But he had to protect the others. He had to protect Xander.
Angelus managed to punch him in the face and scrambled away.
//Your affection for these humans is your weakness. But the boy....oh the boy is your true weakness!// Angelus sneered, circling his opposite self.
//Oh, like you don't fancy him yourself!// Angel spat, keeping his eyes on his adversary.
//True, but I can live without him.//Angelus smirked.
Angel snorted //Oh, haven't you heard? Denial is a river in Egypt.//
Angelus slowly straighten, his eyes narrowing, thinking swiftly. //If we join, IF we merge, we both will get what we want...freedom and the boy.//
//How do I know if I can trust you?// Angel retorted suspiciously.
Angelus smirked. //Now, would I lie to you?//
//Hell yeah!//
Angelus smiled wickedly. //You're not as dumb as you look.//
His smiled faded as he stared evenly at Angel. //We both want the same thing...freedom and the boy. If you kill me, you die. Without me, all the years this body has existed will catch up within an instant. If I kill you, your little pets can't allow me to roam free and I can't afford to let them live. Except for the boy, of course. But together we can survive as one individual. One mind, one body the way it was intended to be. It's still be the same, I think. Just more.//
//How can I trust you?// Angel groaned, badly wanting to trust his demon self. But the consequences would be too great.
//How can you not? My needs are simple: freedom, blood and Xander. Your desires are a little more complicated than mine but still the roots are freedom, blood and the boy. We both win, don't you understand you fuckin' idiot!// Angelus snarled, growing tired of trying to convince the other of the plan. He was very much surprised to hear Angel's quiet agreement.
//You agree?! Oh course, you agreed...it is after all a brilliant plan if I do say so myself...and I do.// Angelus smirked.
//So how do we do this?// Angel sighed, far to used to his demon counterpart's crowing.
Angelus held his hands up, palms facing outward. //We start like this. I bite you, and you bite me. And we'll begin to merge.//
//How do you know all of this?// Angel asked warily even as he approached the other.
Angelus rolled his eyes. //Why do I even bother with you?// he muttered.
//Look, did you bother to pay attention to that spell the Watcher cast...oh yeah, I forgot. You were a trifle *busy* at the time with our boy.// And he licked his lips lewdly.
//Will you just get on with it?// Angel retort through gritted teeth.
//If you bothered to listen to the spell been whispering how to merge for the last couple of minutes.//
Blinking Angel refocused his attention and indeed heard the whispering, echoing words repeated over and over.
//Then why the hell were you fighting with me?// he yelled.
And Angelus roared back, //Because I wasn't sure you would be willing to share. Your only thought has been to keep me locked up and away like some dirty little secret! What the hell did you expect me to do? Besides, I wanted a little payback for you getting to fuck the boy first. This way we BOTH get him and protect him, agreed?//
//Agreed.// and Angel stepped forward.
Pressing his palms against Angelus, he leaned into the other and felt pain blossom in his neck a half-second before he bit deeply into his demonic counterpart. Drinking down the rich blood, feeling himself being drained. They sank to their knees, leaning gratefully against each other for support...and slowly Angelus toppled over, and Angel fell into the other's body. Feeling himself draining away...
Xander crept forward, despite Wesley restraining hands as Angel stilled on the bed. The tortured cries finally becoming silent. Slowly he slithered up the foot of the bed, his eyes fixed on the pale face.
“Angel...? Angel, you're starting to scare me and you promised you wasn't gonna try to do that anymore, remember? You promised me! You better come back right now! You promised...you promised me! And who's gonna make me eat healthy foods? Cause...cause you know that I don't like eating that nasty stuff...I like twinkies and...and chocolate, but you...you make sure I eat that good stuff. And...and...and you promised that we was gonna talk in the morning and it's morning and I wanna talk. I wanna talk, damn you! So...so you gotta wake up and talk to me! If you wake up, I promised I'll be good, I won't make fun of you anymore, I won't call you names or...or anything. You said you'll help me be strong. Please, Angel I wanna talk.” He curled over Angel's chest, his throat thick with tears, rocking back and forth.
“Angel, I wanna talk...please Angel, please wake up...pleasepleaseplease,” his words were barely understandable, hiccuped through his tears.
Faith and Cordy both drew shuddering breath at the anguished pain in Xander's voice. And they sniffed back tears of their own, while Wesley's jaw tightened to control his feelings as he stepped forward to retrieve the grieving boy. He stopped abruptly as the manacles gently unlocked from around Angel's wrists, then began coiling silently away before being lowered to the floor.
And slowly Angel's arms closed around the trembling boy. “Shhhh, I'm awake...I'm okay. Me and Angelus just had something to discuss. Shhhhh, baby...it's okay...shhhhh, c'mon Xander, you're gonna make yourself sick,” he murmured, stroking soothingly over the shuddering back.
“An...Angel?” Xander looked up with a tear streaked face then punched Angel in the gut. “Don't you ever do that to me again, do you hear me?! You had me scared half to death, and that's NOT a good thing to be, you know, not with living on the Hellmouth! You idiot! You knucklehead! Ooooh, somebody give me a stake! You lousy stinking...umpf,” his words were cut off as Angel flipped them out and cut off the venomously spewing words with his mouth. Chuckling lightly as the angry lips softened and parted for him, allowing him to drink deep from the lush interior.
He lifted his mouth slowly, dimly aware that the other three had left the room. “I just want you to know that I'm still not gay,” Xander informed him solemnly before yanking Angel back down to his hungry lips.
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