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Thralls	By : neichan Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male > Angel(us)/Xander > Angel(us)/Xander Views: 10422 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Blood of demons. Spike and Oz and Nicholas, a beginning. Cordy returns, and boy is she unhappy. This Chappie is for Texasaries. Beta'd as always by Bryt! Who does me a great service. Couldn't do it half as well witout her.

Xander finally lifted his head. His pointed muzzle was bloody, and his tongue worked at it, around it, trying to get every tiny drop of succulent fluid. Doyle lay perfect, his tummy just lightly pink, except for the dark red handprint that was marked there. His chest rose and fell gently with each breath, but he was not yet ready to wake and deal with the events of the day just passing. Angel cradled him.

Gunn for his part was absolutely flabbergasted. He took a step towards the vampire and the half demon he held. Angel kept an alert eye on him, prepared for the possibility of retaliation. Gunn was staring. Gaping at the smooth, uninjured expanse of skin that had been, moments ago, torn, shredded. He had never seen anything like that. He'd been afraid that Xander would do more damage, bite Doyle, try to eat him, but, instead, he saw this...Doyle healed. He opened his mouth. Looked at Angel, at the thralls. He found he had nothing to say. He'd never expected this. Vampires and shapeshifters hurt, they did not heal.

Angel stroked an hand over Xander's furry head as the lycanthrope settled down next to him, taking care of grooming himself. Graham and Riley gathered the stained towels and carried the sodden mess into the bathroom, then returned with damp ones, handing them to Alistair. The blond vampire pulled his shirt off, which Riley took from him. He was nicely formed, looked strong, though Gunn knew that looks didn't make any difference when it came to vamps. Wesley and Balthazar were out into the hall way. Graham handed Alistair one of Angel's shirts, but the vampire shook his head.

"Angel." The creamy chocolate skinned vampire called from outside of the room. "It is time, I think." He was looking down at the foyer far below. "The Grimm are becoming restless." His distaste for the other demons was plain in his voice.

Angel picked up Doyle in his arms striding to the door, out onto the landing. He went to the edge, holding Doyle up against his chest, high, so the demons below could see him. They looked up, seven identical faces, standing in a wedge, like a flock of geese. Grimm. Hanth'h demon. They smiled, all at once, more a showing of teeth, jagged and saw toothed, sharp, cutting blades, rather than a welcoming expression. Otherwise they looked remarkably human, if a trifle larger and a translucent, honey colored.

Xander tried to follow his master out of the room, but Angel shook his head. "No. Not with the Grimm. You stay in my rooms. I will send for you, if it is safe. Riley, Graham. Keep him here."

The two human thralls looked at each other, then at Xander. Oh, now *that* was going to be easy. Graham sat down on the floor, Riley right behind him and they cuddled up to the unhappy were-hyena. Xander whined, yellow eyes huge in his furred face. Angel shook his head then turned back to the visitors.

Angel spoke, not in the grating language, but in one similar, one modified for the human apparatus of speech. Grimm nodded, seven dark heads bobbing, and came for the stairs. They went up, quick and agile, of one mind and action, the traits that had earned them the fear and wary admiration in the demon world.

Wes followed their little group, behind Angel, his anxious eyes moving from the back of the tallest, Angel, to the darkest, Zar, to the ghostly figure of the blond, Alistair. Gunn strode next to Wesley. Another problem, Gunn reflected. What to do with Wes. The normally practical man was clearly head over heels for a very inappropriate choice of lover. If Balthazar could even be a human's lover in the first place. The creature made what little hair Gunn did have stand on end. Add to that the fact Gunn had never seen Wes fall for a male at anytime...And yeah, it was a problem.

The Grimm gained the second floor landing and were met by Alistair and Balthazar first. The former scoured of the blood that had been on his clothes, now shirtless, his skin nearly glowing, stretched over very lovely muscle. The Grimm looked at him, heads tilting in unison, noses flaring. Interest sparking in all their eyes. They trailed into the meeting room after the blond vampire, sniffing.

"Who is this one? He wears the blood of our brethren." The Grimm ground out, the huge hands of the first one reaching out. Balthazar and Alistair growled warningly. But it was only the arrival of Angel, Doyle in his arms, that averted the physical confrontation.

"No. Grimm. Be seated and I will explain. This one is mine. He is Alistair." Angel said taking a wide chair for himself. Doyle stayed in his lap, draped over his legs like a living pieta. Arm trailing to rest just above the floor, his bare chest gleaming, his green eyes soft, as if he dreamed. Angel reached out, pulled a couch blanket off the back of his chair and covered him with it. The eyes of the Grimm noticed it all. The smooth, healed skin. The hand print marring the silk of his skin. They rumbled as one.

"Explain, yes, we wait to hear your words, Angelus." Wesley translated for the rest of the room. "We have heard things. Important things, we must know if they are true. We must have this answered, son of Aurelius, do you start a court on these shores? Is it as the rumors have said? That around you there are those who are a blood circle?" The Grimm asked, the room filled with the grating, tearing speech of their kind. The skin over their bodies rippled when they spoke. Gunn blinked at the odd phenomenon. He wished fervently for his axe.

Angel nodded. "It has been done, Grimm. By humans who interfered with the balance. I would not chose it. But now that it is done, I can not undo it. I form a court here in LA. And there are others, I do not know how many, who have also been given thralls through the interference of humans." Angel said, leaning back, holding Doyle carefully, gently. It was vital the Grimm not think the half demon was not being treated properly. They were the keepers of other demons. They would protest, violently, any mistreatment done in front of them.

"You have taken one of ours into your circle, you reek of his sacred blood, the blood of a seer, brought to life to serve the Powers. Why has this been allowed to happen?" The Grimm asked him, shifting around, moving from chair to chair, rubbing their bodies against each other's, communicating without words.

"My power called to him. He burned for my blood. I gave it to him." Angel said, carefully. "He came to me in need. A fellow demon and a friend. I could not turn him away." Wesley listened to the response and whispered the interpretation. Gunn listened avidly. So this was not the vampire's fault?

"As you should. But, it is not your blood we smell, vampire. It is the sacred blood. It either blesses or defiles as it is spilled. Which purpose does it fill in this house?" The grating roar rose a fraction, tinged heavily with the promise of retaliation for the wrong answer.

Angel looked completely disconcerted. Doyle's blood? Sacred? Not just blood in general being called that, but Doyle's blood specifically? "I do not know how to answer you, Grimm. He did himself injury after I gave him my blood. I have not taken nor drawn his blood apurpose." Angel uncovered Doyle, showing the demon Doyle's healed abdomen again. The print of his hand glowed scarlet. The Grimm grunted, those of the seven who were standing, taking a step backwards.

"He is marked." The first one said. The others shifted restlessly behind him.

"He tried to remove the mark, and he bled." Angel explained, quietly. "He did not wish to be marked."

The Grimm looked at Angel, all eyes fixed on him. All gone still, intent on his face. "How did this mark come to be, Angelus?"

"We were here, he came to me hungering. He let me know he needed my blood. I gave it to him. My hand was on his skin. I did not realize it, but it marked him as he fed." Angel told them truthfully.

"Did you speak vows to the sacred one? Did you bind together?" The Grimm asked. Their eyes flickering from Doyle to Angel to Wes and the others in the room. Balthazar crossed his arms over his chest. Alistair murmured something to the other vampire, too low for Gunn to hear. Balthazar uncrossed his arms.

"No vows beyond me telling him I would never deny him the blood he needs. I felt the binding, but not so powerfully as the bonds to my thralls. I did not expect it. I have no intention of forcing it beyond what it is." Angel said very carefully.

"It is everything already as we stand here. Angelus, uphold the honor of your line, son of Aurelius. Speak the vows. Bind to him. We witness." The Grimm said, all standing, looming over everyone else in the room.

Angel frowned. "Huh. What vows would those be, Grimm?" Afraid he already had an inkling.

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Nic fell back on to the bed. His headache was gone, he no longer thought he was going to die. Or that he would be better off dead. At least not right this instant. And damn, the blood had *tasted* good. He licked his lips.

"Thanks, Spike." The red haired man was saying, snuggled up close to Nic's side, keeping him toasty warm. "You look better, how do you feel?" He asked Nic.

"Just peachy." Nic grumbled, trying to deal with more, with the situation he found himself in, now that his headache was gone. "Where are we?"

"In bed." Was the vampire's grinning reply as he looked down at Nic, over the red head's shoulder. "One of my favorite places. What about it Oz? Did I earn my kisses, precious?" The vampire wheedled. Being this close, and in a bed with his thralls was doing interesting things down below. He was hard as a rock, ready for action.

Oz looked over at him, rolling onto his back, reaching up. "Kiss me?" He ventured with a smile. Spike's eyes went dark gold as he descended, mouth opening, fangs extending, a hell of a *lot* of fangs.

Nic stared. Oh, shit.

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Cordelia strode into the hotel, pushing Lorne in front of her. It had taken hours for her to convince him to accompany her back to the hotel. Lorne still thought it was a very bad idea not to call first. They weren't dealing with the more forgiving Angel of the past. But, Cordelia had a way of insisting. So, here they were. In the entry way. Which was blessedly, strangely empty.

They stood, undecided on what to do next, when the eerie silence was broken. They both heard the awful, grinding sound coming from the second floor and without a word, Cordelia took a firm grip on Lorne's arm and headed for the noise. Lorne shook in his boots, recognizing the sound.

"Uhm. Cordy, uh, princess? This is not a good idea, sweetie. That is the Grimm up there. They are dangerous. Really dangerous. We should be a little more cautious." Like running the other way. The Host tried. But the woman was not listening to him, her face contracted in a mask of fury, happy to have some focus for her anger. He was dragged up the flight. Oh, *rats*, this was not going to be pretty.

She entered the room pulling the large green demon behind her. Taking in the tableau at a glance. Seven sort of cute, very big and shimmery demons to one side. Standing, tall. Indentical. Two other vamps in the middle of the room, between the strange demons and Angel. Wes and Gunn near them. At the other end, Angel. Seated.

Doyle on his lap.

Doyle, pale faced and blinking up at the vampire who held him.

Doyle.

On Angel's lap.

*HER* Doyle. Angel uttering words in a horrible sounding tongue. Caressing Doyle's face with his big, masculine, strong, male, vampire hands. She was going to tear them off at the wrists.

More grinding noises. Cordy wanted to put her fingers in her ears. *After* she clawed Angel's eyes out for daring to touch her man.

Doyle....licking(?)...licking(!) Angel's arm. His mouth bright with...BLOOD???!!! Cordelia reacted. Dropping her hold on Lorne's arm and striding all the way into the room, making for Angel and Doyle.

"Allan Francis Doyle, you stop that right now!" She shrieked, hands on her hips. "Angel, let go of him this instant!" Both looked up at her, but didn't stop. Everyone else in the room looked at her, too. But, she was used to being the center of attention. She didn't let it phase her one bit.

Lorne groaned very in very sensible terror. He had to do something before the Grimm got angry. An angry Cordelia was bad enough. An angry Grimm and an angry Cordy, he shivered.

"Hi, guys." He said when the Grimm turned to him. They ground out words in his direction. And Lorne's healthy green color turned puce. Oh. NO. The Powers wouldn't do this. It was not...

Grimm growled at him, this time with a note of warning. Lorne swallowed as Wesley translated so that everyone in the room, including the insane female who was standing, legs spread, high heels planted, hands on hips, glaring at the next vampire lord, the first vampire king in the Americas, understood.

"We who stand here, witness the Lord Angelus, eternal son, and his chosen consort." Wesley's eyes, hell Gunn's too, were huge.

Lorne went down on one knee, bowing his head.
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