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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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FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series
TITLE: What sound does a heart breaking make?
AUTHOR: Willie J
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PAIRINGS: A/X, E/S/D strongly implied, UST S/W
RATING: NC-17
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A/N: Those of Buffyverse are naturally Joss' creations, however, any and all other characters mentioned are my own.
Chapter 8
Gratefully Xander and Faith walked into the mansion with sighs of relief. Home. Finally they were home. Xander made a beeline for Angel and rested his head on the broad chest with a whimper. And when cool arms came around him, he sank into the embrace with a blissful sigh, while Faith, on the other hand, threw herself face-down on the couch with a tortured groan.
Wesley, Ethan and Angel exchanged similar expressions of amusement at the boy and girl's dramatics.
“Bad day at school...?” Angel hazarded a guess, stroking his lover's back with gentle fingers.
And other than a silent sneer Spike continued watching an interesting program on tape. Something called Passions. It was a soap opera, though he didn't see any soap or fat women singing. But it was good. And he just loved that witch. Now that was a proper witch, he thought approvingly. Muckin' about with people's head, summonin' devils and imps, just being a general nuisance and pain in the arse. He was quite sure that behind the scenes were satisfying buckets of blood and screams of terror. And if not, well, he could dream, couldn't he?
Besides, he certainly didn't wanna have no more of the Protector's version of an admonishing tap. That one blow convinced him to either ignore the boy and Slayer or try to get along. At least for the time being, he smirked. He would figure something out, he mused as he carded his fingers gently through his Dru's silken hair.
“Ya know, I usta think you guys had it easy. Go to school, study a bit, come home...like how fuckin' hard could that be? No worries, no care just studyin' and hangin' with ya dawgpound. Wes, Angel I don't wanna stay in school no more. I wanna just be a plain ol' Slayer. Okay?” She lifted pleading eyes at the two men. Mainly at her Watcher, knowing if she could get him to agree, Angel would cave in.
Xander lifted his head and smirked wearily at her. “Wimp...” was all he could muster the strength to say.
“Damn right and proud of it!”
But whatever a snickering Wesley had to say was cut off by a low melodious chime echoing through the mansion. And gone were the amused people and weary teens. Someone other than their family had triggered the magical alarm Ethan had in place. It began at the start of the path leading to the home and completely enclosed the mansion completely. In the air as well as underground. They were taking no chances on being surprised. And it gave them enough time to either get the hell out or activate their defenses.
Striding to the mirror hanging on the wall, just for such an event, Wesley activated the scrying spell. Everyone's eyes narrowed at the appearance of one Buffy Summers and Rupert Giles.
“Hsst! Hsst!” Dru sat up and made growling hissing noises, her hands shaped into imaginary claws. When she decided that wasn't good enough, she shifted into her trueface and the snarls and hissing sounded much more effective. So effective that Xander's eyes turned momentarily white when Protector felt its host's fear spiking.
“Angel...” Wes said tersely, his eyes cool and remote as he waited for the vampire's reaction to his former lover.
“Spike, Dru, Ethan...upstairs! Under no circumstances do I want you to come into contact with them or let them see you. At least not yet. Faith, Xander, Wes why don't you three prepare something for our...guests.” There was a dangerous harshness in Angel's voice. A dark emotion that was echoed in his eyes and face. And Xander felt extremely sorry for what Buffy and Giles were going to be faced with. Then he shrugged and happily went to prepare the snacks.
“Anybody up for roast beef sandwiches?” He asked cheerfully as he left the room.
Dru smiled happily as her two boys hustled her up the stairs. In the dim recesses of her mind, she could see ivory and pale sunlight bending over her. Touching her with lovely hands and fingers. The twin looks of wonder in her boys' eyes always brought sparkling bits of lights dance between her legs, and the stars to glow brighter in the sky. She giggled softly, Miss Edith said that she was such a bad, wicked girl. But Molly always shouted encouraging words, telling her to 'give it another go'. She was such a naughty one.
“Horsey horsey don't you stop,” she softly began to sing. “Just let your feet go clippetty clop, the tail goes swish and the wheels go round, giddy up, we're homeward bound.”
Drusilla stopped singing and looked up at Ethan. “Miss Edith says that you like flowers...peonies. I like them too and daisies are pretty. So does Spike. But they never seem to stay alive when he give them to me. They always die.” She looked bewildered at the thought of all her flowers dying.
They had halted midway up the stairs and she stroked Spike's face fondly. Then a sudden shiver took her unawares, SHE was in the house. The nasty, bitey one. And she felt a shuddery waver in the air. “I'm so cold.”
Ethan looked down into Dru's sweetly mad gaze, the darkness within her eyes calling to him. “Shhh, my beautiful dark lady...I'll keep you warm. I'll always keep you warm.” He whispered quietly, pulling her to him and kissing her gently.
But she looked up at him with sorrow in her eyes. “But the worms, and moldering in the ground,” she wailed softly.
“I'll still be with you,” Ethan promised softly. “Can't you feel me...here?” And he gently brushed her temple with loving fingers. Smiling as she purred in content. Two for the price of one.
And Dru felt her inner world shift and settled. She smiled up into her beautiful boy's eyes and slid a sharp nail down his cheek, drawing bead of blood on his face. She reached up to Spike and together they licked it off. All three move closer to kiss but didn't, instead their attention drawn to the loud voices going on downstairs.
Buffy and Giles hurried to Angel's mansion. One eager the other feeling out of sorts with this entire situation.
“Explain to me again exactly why we are here? It may have been your first day of school, however, my workday began last week,” the Watcher snapped irritably at his Slayer. He was already in a foul mood after lit little tete-a-tete with that soddin' rotter of a principal, Robin Wood. The cheeky fellow had the gall to threaten him?! As if he was some jumped up bullyboy! Why, he had half a mind to give the bloody pounce a right smack aroun' his ear! Teach him how to address his betters. He had gotten so infuriated with the audacity of the fellow that he let the Ripper out of his cage. Smugly certain the arsehole would show his colors.
But that wasn't quite the way the matter went. For in Robin's eyes he saw something swimming rapidly to the surface. With far too many teeth showing in the smooth smile Wood gave him, Giles found himself summarily dismissed from the office like some...some lackey.
And his mood certainly did not improve by Buffy's insistence that they hurry to Angel's. Babbling some nonsense that he was alive or rather back. Good riddance to bad rubbish trembled on his lips. Where that stinking rotter was concerned his Slayer was still a love-stuck fool.
“Giles...” Buffy whined, amused at the instinctive flinch he gave. It was a most fearsome power, the Mighty Whine. For that, it must be used sparingly, she intoned solemnly to herself. Barely restraining a fit of giggles.
“I know he's back. My Angel is back! Xander and Faith were no match for his superior vampiric strength. He must have escaped their fiendish plot.” Her eyes gleamed fiercely at how her poor love must have suffered from their treachery.
“Fiendish? 'Superior vampiric strength?! Good Lord, child this isn't some two-penny play or one of those dreadful comic books!” Giles exclaimed in exasperation.
Buffy shrugged carelessly. “Hey, I was on a roll!”
And without bothering to knock, Buffy opened the door and froze in astonished wonder.
Angel!
He WAS back.
With a glad shriek she flew across the room, intending to throw herself in his arms and plant kisses all over his beautiful face.
Angel moved smoothly behind the bar at Buffy's loud cry.
“Buffy. Giles. How good of you to call.” His voice was extremely mild as he poured himself a drink. His eyes unreadable at the flabbergasted look on Buffy's face and the dumbfounded one on Giles'.
“Angel...you're alive,” she stammered tearfully. Imagining the cause of his distance was because he must have thought they had left him alone to be staked by Faith and Xander. She frowned, probably that bitch Cordy was involved too.
“Actually, I'm still dead and lovin' it,” Angel replied mockingly. As he suspected his little joke went right over her blonde bubble head. How he ever thought he was in love with the silly chit still had him shaking his head in disbelief.
Giles looked sharply at Angel. Despite the easy smile, he felt something was seriously amiss with the vampire. Since when did he start making witticisms?
“Can I offer you a drink, Rupert?”
“Whiskey, neat.”
Buffy put on her most adorable pout, peeking at Angel beneath coyly lowered lashes. “You didn't offer me a drink.”
“No. I didn't,” came the cool retort that left her mentally reeling. Angel gave Giles a drink and they took their seats. “So mind telling me to what I owe this visit?”
Buffy had tears in her eyes as she haltingly explained how after the spell, they had raced back to the mansion for him. Only to find it empty. They had feared the worst, especially when Faith, Xander and Wesley disappeared.
By the time she was halfway through her tearful words of relief that he was okay, she heard something that abruptly dried her tears...
“Yo, Angel, you want dill pickles on your sandwich?” Xander asked. He gave a polite smile to Buffy and Giles as he poked his head around the corner.
But before Angel could answer, Faith was peering at him also. Both teens were grimly amused at the sputtering coming from Buffy and Giles.
“Don't listen to him. The only reason he's being so nice is 'cause he's a bottomless pit and been snacking on them, now there's only two left in the jar.” Then Faith shoved him back towards the kitchen. They could still hear the two arguing about who got the last two pickles. Then silence.
“As you can tell, neither Faith nor Xander managed to dust me,” Angel said dryly in the stunned silence.
“What the hell...” Buffy slowly got to her feet. And her face darkened with rage. She was so fuckin' gonna KILL Faith for daring to put her white-trash hands on Angel.
Then she got a bigger shock when Wes, Faith and Xander came out of the kitchen. Each with a small plate and a glass in their hands. Wes and Faith sat side-by-side on the other couch, setting their drinks and plates on the coffee table, while Xander balanced easily on the arm of Angel’s chair, giving him half of the sandwich on his plate.
Buffy's eyes flickered uneasily between Angel and Xander. Her mouth worked like a goldfish, especially when Angel, placing his drink on the end table, pulled Xander into his lap.
“God you two, you're supposed to be doing that in your bedroom. You asked us to fix the bedroom up for you and what do you do? You play the cooing lovebirds in the living room. You two make me sick! Don't you have any respect for the rest of us that ain't got a man?” Cordy exclaimed in exasperation as she stood behind Buffy and Giles.
Her eyes were flat when Buffy and Giles spun around in surprise. “Hello Bitch. Hello Useless. Angel, did I leave my leather jacket upstairs? I remember having it on yesterday when I woke you and Xander.” Oh, she was such a bad girl! She just couldn't stop rubbing the fact that Angel and Xander were sleeping together in Buffy's face. God, she just loved being an uberbitch, Cordy chortled to herself.
“Yeah, I think I hung it up in our closet,” Angel replied, his eyes gleaming with amusement at Cordy. She was such a little brat, he thought fondly of the malicious laughter in Cordy's eyes.
“Thanks...” Cordy turned and calmly left. In the stunned silence, they could hear her footsteps ascending the grand staircase.
Xander took another bite of his sandwich, watching Buffy with unreadable eyes as she slowly turned back to them. And they could all see the mounting Slayer rage in her clenching hands.
“You filthy slut...” she breathed softly. And she was visibly trembling with the need to literally rip Xander to pieces. She was barely able to think past the thick wall of fury.
While Giles was surprised and just as enraged as his Slayer, he had a niggling feeling that something wasn't quite...right about this disturbing scene. And surreptitiously he looked around the room, searching for the source of his unease. Then his eyes narrowed at the unconcerned looks on Faith and Wes' faces. In fact, there was a look of gleeful anticipation in their eyes that gave him pause. And he began thinking furiously.
“Buffy STOP!” He roared, jumping to his feet as pieces of the puzzle slotted neatly together.
“Damn...” Faith muttered and took a savage bite out of her sandwich.
“Stinkin' poofer...” Wes mumbled, eyeing Giles angrily for spoiling their fun.
Buffy whirled around with an expression of volcanic outrage on her flushed face. “GILES! Surely you're not supporting this...this...boyfriend stealing whore?”
Angel's face went flat and his eyes gleamed with a golden viciousness that was startling to Giles. The only other time he remembered seeing that look was in Angelus' eyes. And he wondered which one they were dealing with: Angel or his darker half, Angelus?
“Buffy, think for a moment?! What happened to the Protector's power? Where did it go and more importantly who has it?” Hesitation was in their eyes as they turned to Faith. She eyed them mockingly before she slowly shook her head. And puzzled their eyes turned to Wes. His lip curled in a nasty, twisted smirk. It was eerily reminiscent of somebody, Buffy felt, but he also shook his head.
“D'ya think they'll get it correct with their third guess?” Xander mused aloud to Protector.
“I find myself dubious about the intelligence of my Slayer and Watcher,” it remarked coolly pushing away from Angel and standing.
Giles swallowed hard and slowly turned around. Moaning softly at the brilliant white light that pulsed in the boy's eyes.
Buffy, on the other hand, instantly went on the defensive and attacked. Xander with white eyes equaled demon or possession. Either way she got to kill him, was her cold thought. And Giles didn't have time to stop her as she jumped at Xander with a clenched fist, backed by pure Slayer power and rage...
...and her arm was caught in a iron grip. She sneered and went to raise her other hand in another deadly blow. Surprised to find a gasping Giles at the other end, hanging on for dear life.
“Giles, can't you see I'm busy?! Hellloooo...enemy here. Slayer. Demons...ring any bells? Why are you trying to protect the demon boy wonder?”
“Actually, I believe he's trying to protect your life. Strange as it may seem, had your blow connected with my host body, I feel I would be obligated to terminate your existence, with, as Xander likes to call it, 'extreme prejudice',” was the cold response.
Buffy roughly shook Giles hand off, glaring menacingly at Xander when despite her best efforts she couldn't even budge the grip on her arm. And she was shaken, beginning to feel a bit out of her depth.
Calmly Protector released the child's arm, making it plain that it was only because IT want to.
“Yeah, you and what army? You think you're scaring me, huh?” She snorted in contempt, ignoring Giles strident protests to 'shut up'. He recognized the power residing in Xander at long last. And he cursed himself for being such a blind fool for looking for hidden meanings when the truth was in plain sight.
'Fathered' could have only meant a male and he should have instantly thought of the meaning of Xander's full name. Alex, Greek prefix meaning defender or protector and Xandros, Greek meaning of man. Alexander, Protector of Man.
Xander the Protector.
Protector arched a brow. “It is only on rare occasions that I do require an army. Ending a Slayer life is not one of them. And as to scaring you, it is not my intent to do so. However, should you raise a hand to Xander again, I will destroy you.”
“Buffy SHUT UP!” Giles finally managed to overshout the angry blonde.
“C'mon Buff, you gonna listen to that?” Cordy smirked from her casual position as she leaned in the arching hall entrance. She pushed off and sauntered elegantly into the room. “You gonna let them punk you like that?” And Faith marveled at her friend’s wickedness.
“Cordelia, please desist in your efforts to force me to terminate this Slayer's existence,” sighed the energy creature. “Angel, Wes you are not helping matters by laughing at her antics.” And on any other, its' expression would be classified as peevish. But since it was the Protector it wasn't. Peevish that is.
“Buffy, I want you to listen to me very carefully. Leave Xander alone. As a matter of fact, don't even think about him. Xander is the Protector and the Protector is Xander. And should you hurt it, meaning Xander, it has enough power at its disposal to incinerate the Northern Hemisphere. So imagine what it could do to one small girl.” The Watcher's voice was grim when he spoke to his Slayer.
“Not quite Northern Hemisphere, I'm afraid, at this point,” the Protector gave a slight deprecating cough. “North America, perhaps. I'm not quite up to my full strength. Once I've reached the peak of my powers, THEN I'll be able to reduce this world to ashes,” it said in tones of supreme satisfaction. But at the horrified looks the others gave it, the Protector hastened to assure them that it had no intention of doing so. Yet.
“In addition you are quite incorrect in your surmise that Xander and I are one. We are not. Currently we maintain our separate existence and consciousness. However, eventually I will merge into Xander and there will be only Xander the Protector.”
Buffy blinked, her senses screaming 'Danger! Danger, Will Robinson!' at her from this...Xanderthing. “But is it a demon?”
“No, I am NOT. What I am is the originator of the Slayer line. It was my power that took a simple human girlchild and endowed her with the unique strength and abilities to hunt rogue demons. And what was given, can be removed. Quite easily.” Its voice was wintery as it spoke.
And the blonde Slayer, despite her wanting to deny the words, felt its power echo in her bones. Resonate in her soul. Her Slayer power stirred like a guard dog sitting alertly in the presence of it's master. Waiting for the signal to return.
“Giles...” was said through gritted teeth, “We need to leave NOW!” This was far from over. She would have her Angel back no matter what. She still had her claddaugh ring and what did Xander have? Nothing but a dick up his ass. There had to be a way to get Angel from under whatever spell the Protector cast over him. Probably as a reward to Xander for using his body. She wanted to tell Angel not to worry, that she and Giles would figure out a way to set him free. But that would only clue them in, so instead she gifted him with a tremulous smile before departing with her Watcher.
After the two had left, Spike sauntered down the stairs where he had been crouching, listening to every word. “She's daft, ya kno'. Almost as wonkers as our Dru.”
“She's not crazy...she's just...focused. Really, REALLY focused,” Xander protested weakly, allowing himself to be pulled back down into Angel's lap.
“Daft.” Spike repeated flatly. After all, who better than he to know when someone was loony?
Dru and Ethan drifted down the stairs, then the mad vampiress drifted over to Xander and Angel, settling easily on the arm of their chair.
“Kill them, and then we shall have a nice party, with ballons, cake and ice cream,” she said looking wistful.
“And streamers and song,” Ethan added, his face just as wistful as hers.
There was a few moments of silence in the room before Faith broke it..
“She's not going to give up, ya know,” she remarked quietly. “Give up on getting Angel back, I mean. Because Xander's right, she is focused. With all that focus directed towards getting Angel back. And if she can't have him...” she left the rest unsaid.
And later that night, laying beside the cool body of his mate Xander reflected on the dark Slayer's words. His thoughts were going around and around in increasingly frantic circles.
“Stop your fretting,” Angel said mildly, pulling the boy firmly atop him. At the drooping lips, his smile widened encouragingly. “C'mon baby, do you think she'll be able to take me away from you? Especially with you so ably protecting me. I trust you and love you with all my soul.” His words were quietly adamant in the soft darkness of their bedroom. Sighing in relief when his beloved's lips turned upwards in a shy smile.
“So, you trust me that much, huh?”
“Yep,” the vampire responded, pulling his warm eager lover down to his waiting lips. Drinking deeply from the honeyed warmth within. Their lips pressing, parting and releasing with soft sighs of rising pleasure.
Angel groaned at the naked heat squirming erotically on him. And smoothing his hand down the flexing back, he pa war warm globes of hot flesh in his hands. He slid his fingers between the sweaty cheeks to brush teasingly at the spasming entrance, tickling the wanton pucker to an even more needy state. Chuckling hoarsely at the eager whimper from his lovely boy.
“Can I...” Xander began then broke off, wondering what insane part of him actually thought Angel would welcome his request.
“Can you what...?” Angel prompted with an encouraging smile, peering questioningly up at his hesitant lover.
“Can I take you?” Came the tentative request as if Xander thought the vampire would grow enraged at his bold request.
And Angel's smile broadened to an eager, happy leer. “Baby boy, I've been waiting for those words for a long time.”
Xander grinned slightly, then dived onto the smorgasbord that was Angel. Feeling an enormous rush at being the one in charge. With every kiss he lay upon the straining pale torso, the more reaction he got from his vampire lover. Every action caused an equal and opposite reaction, he thought proudly. Briefly recalling just how long it took Wes to pound that fact into his head.
He had a field day, playing with Angel's body. Though he was half-way certain that the other would take control back from him, flip him over before fucking his brains out. Not that there was anything wrong with THAT idea. But to his delighted surprise Angel allowed him to do whatever he pleased, only hoarse gasping praise coming from the tensed figure.
With confidence, Xander traveled downward to the rigid, dripping organ. He had no doubts as to the capability of making his vampire cum by sucking him off but he wanted...more. To feel the sensation of being inside Angel for once. And lowering his head he began to feast on the towering staff. Using only his tongue, Xander bathed Angel from the top of the drooling shaft and down to the base several times before sucking on the large sacs below while trailing an inquisitive finger to the spasming entrance, employing methods that Angel used to drive him absolutely wild with need. He was pleased that this also worked wonderfully on his vampire. And encouraged by the yelp from above, he began teasing more of his finger into the cool spasming entrance, though he was a little startled by the anxious bucking until he realized Angel wanted the entire length of his finger.
And with a wild grin on his face Xander figured it was his turn to drive Angel insane. To his remarkable surprise, he had his big strong vampire babbling nonsense by the first 5 minutes and begging within the next 15 minutes.
Life could be so amazing sometimes, he thought with lustful pride before granting Angel his wish.
Waking up Angel fondly regarded the tousled head resting on his chest, a wide smile growing on his lips. His boy was an animal when he was in the driver's seat. And when his baby slid inside him last night, well it was worth the wait.
Slapping his butt, slamming into him with powerful strokes, Xander put an exclusive claim on him and his ass with the first plunge into him.
Thank God for vampiric healing, was Angel's fleeting thought. And wincing, he limped-walked into the bathroom to take a long, healing hot shower. Coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips, he was treated to the alluring sight of a very naked, very hard, very horny boy playing with a rapidly stiffening shaft.
And luminous brown eyes met his with intense erotic sensuality.
How does he do it? Angel wondered in amazement. One look from those big, doe eyes of his and I get harder than a steel pipe.
“It's almost breakfast time,” he began huskily. “So what do you want to eat?” He asked, already knowing the answer when Xander's eyes fastened on his slowly tenting towel with rapt attention. And he groaned, backing away to rest his hips against the table when the boy crawled off the bed with sleek feline grace. Unwavering eyes focused on the terry cloth covered 'breakfast sausage'.
And all Angel could do was spread his legs wider as the dark head ducked under the towel and warm lips nuzzled hungrily at his balls. Then came the soft wet tongue, lapping delicately at them before hot lips and an even hotter mouth wrapped around his cock. Swiftly the already hard, proud organ stiffened even further. Glistening in the light when Angel removed the towel the better to see Xander practice his magical skills of making his dick vanish and reappear between the warm lush lips encircling his shaft.
Finally he couldn't take it any longer and pulled the protesting boy from his morning breakfast. He backed away and sat down in a chair simultaneously preparing Xander before dragging him down onto his towering member with a sigh of bliss. And he set up a steady vigorous rhythm, pressing his forehead into Xander's back and groaning at the tight heat of his precious, loving the short gasping cries of pleasure he pulled from Xander with every heavy thrust. But still it wasn't enough. Not nearly enough.
Clasping Xander under his knees, Angel rose to his feet, eliciting a startled yelp from Xander who fell back against the pale broad chest at the abrupt move. And quick steps brought them to the bed, where he carefully deposited his beautiful lover on hands and knees. Then carefully, with gritted teeth, Angel slowly drew his hips back until just the flared head rested within Xander.
“Ready...?” He asked his beautiful mate hoarsely, trembling with the need to simply ram recklessly into the grasping sheath.
For an answer, Xander merely lowered his upper body to the bed, resting his head on folded arms.
And Angel slammed home, drawing a deep, ecstatic shout from the writhing young man. He held tightly onto the undulating hips, he was too close to letting go, and Xander's ass was too enticingly hot and tight not to give in to seductive warmth that was squeezing him with almost painful pressure. And the way his boy was wiggling and squirming, moaning and trying to pull him even deeper...all he wanted to do was wash Xander in a gallon of cream. Rub the thick rich froth deep into the writhing body until his lover reeked of him. He pulled back and forcefully plunged back into the moist, sheath. Again and again, pulling Xander up, thrusting deeper, harder into the wanton core. Verging on the edge of being out of control in his need to leave his mark on Xander.
Lunging one last time, Angel felt Xander cum with a hoarse shout and let out a primitive cry of his own as the tight passage milked thick, frothy juice from him. And he pumped his hips convulsively, a torrent of cool semen flooding deep into Xander's core. Then they collapsed boneless onto the bed, still joined and riding out the aftershocks of their climax.
“Okay, no more early-morning lovemaking,” Xander puffed out weakly. “Especially since I'm the one that hafta go to school.” But he made no efforts to dislodge his welcome intruder.
Angel grinned tiredly as he made a move to lever off of his lover anndernder clamped around him firmly. He pressed a soothing, promissory kiss on the boy's sweaty neck before smacking a glistening buttcheek with his hand and pulling away as quickly as possible when Xander yelped in pain.
“Hey! I think I can get you on grounds of spousal abuse. If that didn't turn me on,” Xander rolled over with a lascivious smirk, his cock already stirring proudly.
“You are such a little horny pervert,” Angel laughed when Xander wiggled his hips, making the lengthening cock dance.
The young man pushed himself off the bed and latched onto his lover with a lewd smile. “Yeah, and you love every minute of it doncha?!” With a quick kiss, Xander bounced happily away to the bathroom for his turn in the shower. Experience had already taught them that both of them couldn't occupy the shower at the same time. Especially not if one of them had someplace to be in a few hours.
Angel smiled fondly after his mate before stripping the bed. At the rate they were going, he definitely was going to have to stock up on more sheets.
With a sigh of relief, Friday finally arrived. And by mid-morning Willow was nervously biting her lips as she waited anxiously for Xander to show. She tried earnestly to convince herself that nothing had changed between them. They both had made mistakes, but it wasn't nothing they couldn't get past. But with each passing day, with every second, her feeling of total despondency was starting to grow.
Then her feelings lifted at the sight of him heading her way, and she smiled gladly. Though her smile tightened slightly at the appearance of Cordy and Faith talking animatedly with him. But she forgave him. He obviously needed friends wherever he had went over the summer. But now she was here, and things would be okay between them, so they could get the hell away from him.
And she wasn't talking to him just because Buffy and Oz gave her the okay. She was going to do it anyway. She smirked guiltily, she wasn't even going to ask him the questions Buffy told her to ask. This was about her and Xander. This was because she missed him. Missed seeing that funny, crooked smile he always gave her.
Her eyes lit up and she waved her arm vigorously to attract his attention, her smile broadening into a wide smile of happiness when he detoured and headed for her.
“Xander...I've been trying to talk to you for the last two days,” she called breathlessly to him as they got closer.
“I just wanted to tell you just how awful I feel about how things happened. And...and I know how...confusing things must have been or...or...seemed to you,” she couldn't stop babbling, so relieved that Xander was actually listening.
“And I just hope...” her words died as Xander and Faith stepped left around her while Cordelia stepped to the right. Reforming, the trio continued strolling to class.
“Xander!” Willow whirled around in disbelief, hardly able to believe that he had just froze her out. But there was no hesitation in his steps as Faith twisted and said something that made all three laugh heartily. And she stared after them.
Watched them play fight and have fun. Her heart twisted.
Saw Xander put his arms around the two girls' shoulders. Her shoulders felt the cold.
Watching them wrap their arms around his waist and hug him tight. Her arms felt empty.
'Xander...” she whispered, her eyes wide in searing pain.
And the bell rang, leaving the young witch standing in a rapidly emptying hallway.
“So, he ain't talking to you either, huh?” Buffy stated thoughtfully as she and Oz silently appeared at Willow's side.
At the continuing silence from the young witch she glanced incuriously at Willow. But at the sight of the trembling lips and tearful eyes, Buffy sneered and rolled her eyes. Why in God's name did she hafta pretend to be this little crybaby’s friend? But noooo, Giles kept insisting that Willow was still useful.
It was driving her nuts that every time she turned around, there was ole Weeping Willow. All big eyes and quivering lips. Always on the verge of boo-hooing about her precious Xander.
“Let's get to class before we get into trouble,” Buffy ordered tersely as she turned away.
“Willow!”
The young girl jumped at the impatient snap of her name. She met the cold exasperation in Buffy's eyes and the bored, disinterested look in the blonde's eyes hammered the final nail in her coffin as to just how she was viewed by Buffy. And vulnerable wet green eyes swung helplessly to her laconic boyfriend's face, seeing the same lack of care and concern in her feelings as Buffy's. Finally coming to realize just what she had sacrificed by siding with this ruthless group of betrayers. And despite the emotional storm in her soul, her mouth twisted bitterly. She should feel real welcomed with them, afterall, she was in good company. And with screaming, flinching denial in her heart she accompanied Buffy and Oz to their next class. Too scared to stay with them, but terrified of what Buffy and the others would do to her if she tried to leave.
Xander smiled gratefully at the sight of Cordy and Faith in gym class. But then frowned at the appearance of Oz and Buffy. Especially with those cold looks on their faces.
Trouble...thy name is Buffy and Oz.
Oh yeah, I can already see this is NOT gonna be my favorite class, he thought dryly. Then he pretended to clutch at his heart in pain and stagger backwards, smirking at the dark flush that crossed Buffy's face.
Then his eyes darkened to near black when Buffy, with seemingly casualness, strolled to Taylor Neismith, one of the school star running backs. His eyes narrowed when Buffy whispered in Neismith's ear.
“Wonder what game Bitchy's playing now,” Cordy remarked as she sauntered up to Xander's side.
Faith, just trotting up to them, heard her. “Dunno, but check out the look on their mugs.” And they observed the nasty smirks that Buffy and Taylor threw at them. Actually, they realized, threw at Xander.
And a flash of insight had Cordy inhaling sharply. A guess confirmed when she saw how Xander was faintly trembling as well as the clenching and unclenching of his hands.
When Faith opened her mouth, Cordy flashed her a silent warning look to say nothing. Then the Coaches appeared, blowing their whistles and explaining that basketball was going to start this year, ending with softball.
Quickly the class was organized into various opposing teams. Fortunately for Xander, he, Cordy and Faith got to be on the same team along with five others. But unfortunately, they found their opponents Buffy, Oz and Taylor along with the running back's, as well as three others. Faith and Cordy eyed the team with a definite feeling of misgiving. And Cordy was sure that you didn't have to be a psychic to see that this was gonna be a problem. Their team had the ball, with Xander dribbling down the court to their basket. Dodging, weaving, he was on a roll when Taylor deliberately clotheslined him. And the two girls were instantly on the quarterback, screaming and yelling, which quickly became shoving and a hitting match as they tried to protect their gasping friend from further attacks. It was with disbelief that they heard the Coach call it an 'accident'. And it was only Xander's hand on their arms that stopped them from showing the teacher what a true 'accident' looked like.
But they were glad they didn't when Cordy spotted Principal Wood lurking in the doorway. An unreadable expression was on his face as he observed the bustling gym class.
“All right, I got a plan,” Cordy whispered to their team when they went into a huddle.
And once again Xander had the ball, but this time, Buffy and Oz decided to join the festivities and began closing in on him. But they had to contend with both Faith and Cordy, while Taylor's cronies dealt with Xander's other teammates.
The Protector calculated the trajectory necessary as they headed towards their goal. Then it seized the moment and the entire class seemed to pause as Xander bounced the ball *almost* between Taylor's legs as he whirled around the bigger young man. The ball hit a slightly raised floorboard and bounced upward with a sickening smack in the athlete's chin and nose.
The force of the ball broke Taylor's nose and knocked him to the ground. The ball ricocheted backwards into Cordy's surprised hands. And she swung around, 'accidentally' slamming her elbow in Oz's nose as he was standing way too close. She shot the ball to Faith amid exclamations of false apologies to the furious bloody werewolf as the dark hair Slayer tried to dodge around Buffy, and 'accidentally' slammed the ball into the blonde's chin, knocking the girl to the ground, before shooting the ball back to Xander. Who neatly sank the ball into the basket.
Score!
Xander calmly jogged back, dribbling the ball amid the Coach's furious whistle blowing. Cool satisfaction was safety banked in his eyes at the sight of one of his former tormentors with blood all over his face.
“HARRIS! If that boy's not fully recovered by today, I'm gonna have your ass kicked outta this school so hard you'll have my treadmark on your behind!” The Coach roared, his face red with rage. Then he rounded on the sweetly 'apologetic' Cordy and Faith.
“And don't think I don't know what you two did either! I don't give a damn how much money your daddy has! You're outta here too!”
“And why would Mr. Harris be expelled for playing a simple game of basketball? While unfortunate, I fail to see why this accident is considered cause for expulsion,” Robin's voice was frostily polite and smooth as silk as he stepped between the chattering students. He coolly surveyed Taylor Neismith being helped to his feet with a dispassionate look in his eyes. Though he did wince at the swollen lips and twisted nose.
“What do you mean?! That was a deliberate act of aggressive foul!” The P.E. teacher blustered, rounding on Wood. Then he stormed up to the slighter built man and breathed harshly into the calm dark face. Trying to intimidate the other with his much larger build.
“Back. Off. NOW...” Robin said softly, but there was a darkening glitter in his eyes that had the other man moving hastily away.
“Now, how is what Mr. Harris did any different than what the other young man did? Mind you, I am a veteran of many years of street pickups but I have never seen anyone clothesline in a game without the entire game degenerating into a brawl. However, it appeared to me that this team ignored the provocation and chose to continue the game. With an unfortunate side effect.”
“But...but...” the man sputtered, his eyes wild and desperate. The students were absolutely silent, not one of them wanted to miss a thing.
“However, if you do feel that Mr. Harris' actions were out of line, then in the interest of fairness that perhaps since he was also injured and could have potentially suffered a broken neck or throat, that perhaps Mr. Neismith's actions went beyond the borders of being considered a foul and should be classified as an unprovoked attack. While Mr. Harris' move was perfectly legitimate, as was Ms. Chase and Ms. McDaniels, I truly cannot say the same for Mr. Neismith's apparent guarding defense.”
The room was eerily quiet as the students waited to hear what the Coach said. They weren't exactly stupid, they knew precisely what Principal Wood was saying. And doing. For far too long, members of any sports teams had the liberty to do whatever they wanted while Coach turned a blind eye to everything. Or when called into question, excusing it as youthful high spirits.
But it seem like Principal Wood was telling Coach that things were different and playing favorite just wasn't going to be tolerated any longer. And they regarded Principal Wood with worshipful eyes. The gym teacher opened his mouth then slowly closed it, temporarily defeated. Quietly agreeing that this was simply an unfortunate 'accident'. Whirling around at the angry protest from Taylor to give the boy his fiercest, coldest glare. They would deal with Harris...later.
Robin turned to go, then turned back, stepping closer to the fuming man. “Oh, and Coach? If Mr. Harris should experience any...repercussions from this unfortunate incident, I may feel it necessary to bring this matter to the school board. Perhaps suggest another coach that is more capable of controlling his players.” He stated quietly, lowering his voice for only the other man to hear. Smiling slightly at the bitter tightlip nod the other man gave him. Then he left after gazing at Faith and Buffy with a thoughtful look.
A look they returned with interest. For the first time in unspoken agreement. Somehow, somewhere, they recognized him. But where? And they exchanged puzzled looks with each other.
Xander's eyes flashed white as the Protector peered after the young principal, recognizing a most unusual anomaly. With an unhappy look to Faith, Xander agreed to remain silent on what the Protector told him. Under the firm promise that this would NOT cause her any harm. A fact that the energy source was quick to assure him that it would not in any way hurt the dark-haired Slayer.
They finished the day without further incident, other than a cold stony silence in the boy's locker room. But a number of young men were also tired of some of the sports' elite trying to rule over them and they made their firm support of Xander plainly clear by virtually surrounding him in a wall of flesh. And several of the jocks sneered but did not venture too close. They weren't fools. Especially considering a quick head count showed there were a lot less of them than Xander's motley crew of wanna-be body guards.
But they could wait. Harris wouldn't have them around forever.
Xander looked around at the standoff and carefully eased from his semi-circle of guardians with an apologetic grin and murmurs of 'Excuse me' 'Sorry 'bout that' until he finally extracted himself from them with a sigh of relief. No use getting them hurt.
Escaping out the doors, he hurried away hoping that with him gone the hostilities would ease or better yet, disappear. Much like magic. Abracadabra, POOF! Bad times vanish! And he grinned wryly, he felt like Captain Kirk trying to avoid a war between Klingons and Romulans. Though truth be told, in a knockdown drag-out fight, his money would be on the Romulans. They were a sneaky bunch of bastards. Sneaky and conniving beat out muscles anytime. Catching sight of Faith and Cordy, he hurried to catch them.
“Quick question, Romulans versus Klingons? Who'd win?”
The two girls rolled their eyes before walking away. They were well used to his flights of fancies.
“Cmon, it's a serious question,” he called after them and they stopped with a sigh. Xander would badger them until he had an answer.
“Romulans...” was Faith's response.
“Klingons...” came Cordy's surprising answer.
Faith and Xander's jaws dropped. The dark-haired cheerleader glanced at them in surprise.
“Why are you looking at me like that? I just think that while they're strong and aggressive, they are very smart. It's an image thing. People don't look further than the growling and snarling to see that while they're laughing and pointing at them, the Klingons' have already slipped past them.”
Fortunately, the bell rang before more disturbing thoughts troubled Faith and Xander's worldview of Cordy.
Later that evening, and after a two hour sparring session with Spike, Angel and Wes, Faith and Xander decided to stroll to the Bronze without their 'Guardians Against Fun' as they liked to call the two over protective men. She and Xander frequently got into arguing over which man, Angel or Wes, were more against them having a good time. Spike, they already knew, they could count on for a good time. Preferably a bloody good time. A red, ripping off your head good time.
As they walked along to the Bronze, both teens were equally aware of something settling over the town.
“Can you feel it?” Xander asked Faith quietly. It was only six o'clock and already several shops were closing at least three hours early.
Faith watched a woman hustle her children to a car. Scurrying would be more accurate, she decided. Sharp Slayer eyes easily saw lines of uneasiness scoring the woman's face. Looking around, she saw others still on the street hurrying away.
“Yeah...looks like the people of Whoosville ain't as unbelieving as they used to be,” she replied equally softly. “How much longer do you think it'll be before they get here?” She looked up at her taller companion as she spoke.
“A couple more days,” the Protector said calmly as it came to the foreground. It glanced down at her with white eyes. “However, you will not be taking part in the battle.”
“What?! I'm a fuckin' Slayer! It's my goddamn job to fight demons.” She stopped abruptly, looking at it with a sense of shock.
“True. But you will not survive this fight, especially not with these particular demons. You would only lose. And most horribly, at that. There is no dishonor to be felt in not being a party to the coming battle. Your talents will coming in handy, along with Buffy, in handling any of the demons that escape us.”
Faith ground her teeth jealously. Hurtful pain stirred in her heart at the feeling of again being second-best to the golden girl. “After everything I've done for you and Xander, apparently I'm still not good enough for you.” Bitter anger was in her dark eyes when she glared up at the Protector.
It blinked as it regarded the young furious Slayer. “You mistake my words. It is not a matter of being good enough for me, it is a matter of being good enough to protect your friends from the demons. If one manages to escape, while it will be hurt it still will be strong enough to kill either Cordy, Wes, or Ethan. Or perhaps it will escape the world and begin slaughtering the rest of humanity. Thousands of children just like that one over there,” it said, gesturing to a small brightly dressed little girl, “will die.”
“While undoubtedly your friends can handle themselves, they will still need Slayer power to aid them.”
“But you need me. You said you would need all the Slayers you can get out on the field,” Faith argued back passionately, feeling a small thrill go through her. She wasn't second best to Buffy. Not anymore.
“True...but the only way you will have even a remote chance to fight against the Zynaesh will be for me to imbue you with my power. Much more than you have now.” It's words were cool and calm as they resumed the trek to the Bronze.
“Then do it!”
“That amount of power will exhaust your body before the fight is over. The more you fight, the faster you will spend the energy. You will burn like a star before you are devoured. Do not be so hasty to throw away your life, child. You have only one life. Live and love to the fullest.”
Faith snorted, her morose mood returning. “What life? Slayers are bred to live very short lives. Besides, there's always St. Buffy on the job and you sure as hell don't need two of us hangin' in good ole Sunnydale.”
The Protector locked Xander's throat muscles before the boy had a chance to shout out the truth.
~“It is unnecessary for her to know that,”~ it said coolly watching as the boy paced angrily back and forth. They were in an elegant, old-world library. A fire crackled merrily in the hearth while overstuffed, cozy armchairs were placed at an angle in front of the fireplace. A small child was coloring industriously in front of the fireplace, his tongue sticking out as he concentrated on getting the cartoon soldier's military fatigues just the right shade of green. The little boy was wearing miniature army fatigues of his own.
~“But you're lying to her,”~ Xander argued. He ran his fingers through his hair distractedly. ~“We're lying to her!”~
~“Not true. I have not spoken one word of untruth. Neither to her, nor to you,”~ it pointed out dispassionately. It was a glowing nimbus figure that sat in the easy chair, watching its' young host’s restless movements. The Protector also kept a careful eye on the little boy, reaching out with it's power to draw the child back when it seemed the boy was getting too close to the fire.
~“But we're avoiding telling her the truth. That's as good as lying. You're going to use her then toss her to the side,”~ the young man whispered stridently. Trying not to attract the attention of the little boy. He came to an abrupt halt and glared hatefully at the Protector. And ignored, for the moment, the hyena puppy that was trying to get his attention.
~“You know as well as I do, that there can be only ONE Slayer at a time. Two Slayers are upsetting the natural balance and agreements that I managed to wring from the two Powers. Buffy and Faith are the reason WHY the Zynaesh are able to breech the barriers between the two dimensions. There can be only one. For this, I am sorry.”~
~“So you're gonna pick Buffy, huh? Despite everything she's done to me.”~ And Xander's mouth had a bitter twist of disgust.
~“She's not even a real Slayer or at least not what this world needs a Slayer to be. She's selfish, immature and all she cares about is herself. She's the only one that's allowed to have an opinion or decision about demons. Which ones to trust, which one to kill. And if it wasn't for you, she would have beaten the hell outta me because she wants Angel. She doesn't listen to anybody else but herself.”~ Xander pleaded to the unresponsive Protector.
~“As it is supposed to be. A Slayer responds to her Watcher. But in the end, it is she that must stand alone.”~ The Protector stated unemotionally.
Xander dropped heavily into the chair and gazed into the fire with a sad, angry expression. Absently he fondled the wiry hair of the hyena pup worrying at his ankles. Then picking her up, he hid his tears in the wiggling puppy's fur before he spoke again.
Faith was gonna hate him forever.
~“Will you tell her? I mean, before you do it? Explain why you hafta do it this way. Make her understand that she's NOT second-best. That being a Slayer is a punishment for Buffy for being such a bitch?”~
The Protector studied the downbent head thoughtfully. ~ “And what if the decision goes the other way? That Faith is chosen instead of Buffy? Shall it still be considered a punishment? Or shall it be considered an honor?”~
Xander's head jerked up, his eyes hopeful. ~ “You mean it's not set in stone that Buffy's gonna be the only Slayer?”~
~“Certainly not!”~ The glowing figure stated testily. ~“Both females have disreputable qualities for a Slayer. In any event, the decision can go either way. And be that as it may, I cannot allow you to interfere with the decision making process. If you warn Faith, then she may feign an attitude change in order to become the sole Slayer.~ It bent a stern gaze on its youthful host and reluctantly Xander agreed.
They turned their attention to the little boy as he stumbled to his feet. “Xander! Xander! Lookit what I drew!”
And Xander pulled the small boy into his lap, balancing him with the ease of practice despite the wiggling puppy. “Oooh, nice...” he exclaimed in admiring tones. He studied the calm, resolute expression on the cartoon soldier's face and blinked, realizing the image was of him.
“It's for you,” the boy said solemnly. Great, big white eyes gazed up at his grown up counterpart.
“For me?” The young man asked quietly, pulling the boy closer.
“Yeah, so you remember me 'n' Nena when we're gone,” the tiny soldier stated quietly.
Xander hugged both Soldier and Hyena to him, his throat thick with tears as he tried to smile. “As long as I live, I'll never forget you two.”
“Good...” the boy said. Then a huge yawn split his face. “Getting sleepy 'gain,” he murmured, his head drooping.
“Then sleep...” Xander said even softer, stroking a shaking hand across the buzz cut the boy wore. Carefully cradling the two children, the hyena and boy, he came to his feet. Then with reverent gentleness, he placed the two into the Protector's waiting arms.
“Xander, they will be fine. You know both the Soldier and Hyena agreed to this merger of their selves. And this was the best way. You agreed and they agreed, seeing the wisdom in this arrangement.”
"I know...it's just that'll I'll miss them. They were the ones that kept me going when I wanted to give up.” Xander smiled shakily.
The Protector shook it's head. “No, they didn't. The strength has always been within you, you simply didn't trust yourself.” And it faded out, taking the children with it.
“...leaving Buffy to take care of ole Sunnydale and I'll take the rest of the world.” Faith grinned. “That way, you know, I can be like a traveling Slayer. Demon over there, beware! The Slayer's comin' ta get cha!” But she couldn't help a niggling feeling of wanting to stay in Sunnydale forever. This was the longest she had ever had a place where she felt at home. She sighed, oh well, if she was lucky, her and Wes would find another place where they felt welcomed. Then she frowned...maybe Wes would rather stay with Spike instead of her? Would she hafta get a new Watcher? Ewwww!
“Uh huh...” Xander said quietly. Squirming with the need to blurt out to her that she needed to start acting like a real, proper Slayer. Whatever that was. He had no doubts that the Protector would follow through on that crazy-ass idea. Faith not a good Slayer?! He snorted, Buf Buffy was any better!
They finally made it to the Bronze and entering it they looked for Cordy. Spotting the largest crowd of males, they forced their way through the crowd until they reached the expertly made up fashion diva.
And both Xander and Faith's jaws dropped at the outfit the girl was wearing. Or not wearing. “Damn girl! Ya daddy let cha out looking like that?!” Faith exclaimed with wide eyes. Cordy smiled and gave a slow, hip wiggling turn. Modeling her black, spandex micro mini-skirt. It was topped by a sheer black middi-top with two opaque black circles for modesty sake. In her bared stomach, a dark red jewel rested in her bellybutton.
“Damn yourself, I bet Wes ain't seen that little number you're wearing,” Cordy teased back. Gesturing to Faith's blood-red suede pants and matching fringed top. The dark haired Slayer merely grinned wickedly in response before eyeing the dance floor.
“Hey, a girl gotta blow off steam, ya know? Need to make sure my 'good' parts are in working order...hey ya never know,” Faith yelled over her shoulder as she shimmied onto the dance floor. Hips shaking, hair tossing every which way, she soon had half the males attention riveted on her. Cordy watched the girl's frenzied movements with amused disdain.
And hidden among the throng was a tiny blonde watching Faith's admiring crowd of worshipping boys with a set stony expression. Clutched possessively in a steadily tightening grip a cup of diet cola and the other hand was firmly gripping the thick forearm of her current boyfriend. She was hoping Angel would show up and see her with David, and get all jealous. Hell, it worked last time when she did the bump 'n' grind with Xander, didn't it?! Oh, that had certainly pissed Angel off. She was praying that it was enough to bring him to his senses before it was too late and she couldn't forgive him. Because she had no doubt that whatever he was doing with Xander was simply to make her jealous or to get even with her for suggesting that he fuck Xander.
She seethed with barely hidden fury watching Faith’s sluttish dancing. Look at those stupid dumb fucks buzzing around that whore!
And Oz smiled into his cup. He was having a hard time controlling his laughter at the waves of pure rage coming from Buffy.
“Excuse me...” he said in a strangled rush to Willow. Thrusting his cup at her he rushed out the back, where he burst into loud fits of mirth. His laughter rang merrily in the alley behind the Bronze. Then an eerie awareness drifted over him. Whirling with preternatural speed, he turned and saw a white clad girl, swaying to a song sang in a low, clear voice. And slowly he began backing away as she drifted closer.
“Wolfie on the railway lines, picking up stones; down came the engine and broke wolfie's bones. Aah! cried little wolfie that's not fair. Oi! cried the engine driver I don't care!”
“Hello, little wolfie. Will you play with me?” Came the softly asked question in a distinctively English accent. Dru vamped out and leapt at Oz. Passerbys heard the ferocious commotion in the shadowy area. The growling and snarling rose in volume. Garbage cans were overturned and animalistic yelps of pain resounded in the darkened alley and the people hurried away, not wanting to be found lingering. If it was one of those gang members hopped up on drugs then it was best to stay out of their business and if it wasn't...they hurried faster. Shivering at the long mournful howl that came from the alley. Then silence.
“Wolfie on the railway lines, picking up stones; down came the engine and broke wolfie's bones. Aah! cried little wolfie that's not fair. Oi! cried the engine driver I don't care!” A sweet voice was heard singing in the darkness.
Back in the club, Faith finally made her breathless way back to Cordy and Xander. A wide smile of happiness was on her lips and shining from her dark sparkling eyes. “Hey, don't think I didn't see that look on your face, Ms. Thang,” she gasped out, pointing a finger at the other girl. “You're just jealous that I got the boys all hot for my bod.” And she slid her hands over her hips and gave a sinuous wiggle, winking at the agog looks on her adoring fans.
“Oh please! Sweetie, I learned a long time ago that slow and steady can get a man's attention a damn sight faster than that hot to trot shit you were doing,” Cordy replied in a dismissive voice.
“Ha! Baby, my style been working just fine! Ya get in there fast and bang bang you got 'em!” The dark-haired Slayer responded hotly. Then a sly look came in her eyes. “Prove it! Ya think you can do so good, then you get out there and shake whatcha mama gave ya!”
Cordy gave Faith a flat look while Xander tried to halt the sparkling temper flaming in his ex-girlfriend's eyes. One thing about her, Cordy did NOT tolerate anybody commenting on her ability to attract and hold a male's attention.
“Now, now ladies...you each have your...” he began soothingly enough.
“Fine!” Cordy snapped, glaring at Faith unrepentant smug expression.
“...but obviously you have no intention of listening to me,” Xander sighed in defeat.
And the elegant clothes horse sauntered out to the nearly empty dance floor as a smooth almost reggae beat began playing. Listening, Faith’s smile widened in recognition of the song. There was no fuckin' way the Princess was gonna win dancing to Mr. Bombastic by Shaggy. It was freakin' raggae, and she knew Cordy didn't listen to that kinda music. Her lips shifted in a pre-victory smile.
A smile that wilted at the edges when Cordy began moving. Her brows rose when the other girl began moving with slow almost hypnotic movements. Hips undulating, hands stroking a sleek torso with a wickedly inviting look in half-closed eyes. And dark red lips curved triumphantly when the males attention fastened on her like a magnet. And every guy experienced raging jealousy when Cordy pulled Xander onto the dance floor, then Faith joined the duo in an erotic, sensual dance that had both genders aroused and horny.
“Ladies, I just hope you both will explain to Angel why I reek of the two of you,” Xander stated calmly as both girls writhed like a pair of snakes against him. He looked upwards, towards the second floor, into a pair of golden unreadable eyes. And he relaxed, flowing with the music and girls at the smile that slowly formed within Angel's eyes.
“They're beautiful,” Spike's voice was quiet as he gazed down at the dancing trio. “They would make such dark Childer. Kinda think they'd give me and you a run for our money, eh?” He nudged Angel companionably, flashing a fanged grin at the Watcher. Then his eyes grew sly and he sidled around his grandsire and came up behind Wesley. Drawing a startled gasp from the taller human when he pressed against the man. And his nose twitched as arousal wafted from the dark-haired male. His devilish smile widened.
“Spike...” Angel said warningly, sliding a flat cold look at the blonde vampire as Spike rubbed tauntingly against the trembling human.
“Wot?! Can't a man get a little slap 'n' tickle...” the blonde protested in an aggrieved voice but at the warning snarl, he stepped back mockingly. But he did give a lingering squeeze at the Watcher's bum in passing.
And Wesley let out a shuddery breath as that tantalizing presence moved away from him. Setting his jaw with a muffled curse, he glanced at Spike and flushed, looking away from the vivid blue eyes. Those knowing wild blue eyes that were featured in his feverish dreams at night. And he again heaped virulent curses on both his head and Spike's. He knew...knew it in his bones that it was nothing more than a cruel game the blonde enjoyed playing with him.
The young Watcher swallowed heavily, feeling a prickling in his eyes and looked away from the suddenly intent eyes. Struggling for control, fighting against the heavy arousal stirring between his legs. Steeling himself, he regained his hard-won control then gave a cool look at the motionless blonde vampire. “Gentlemen, I think we are being summoned,” he said dryly to the two men.
He would be damned and doubled damned before he allowed himself to become some sort of toy for Spike to play careless games with. If he wanted that, he would have stayed in England and continued living under his father's roof. Wesley stared challengingly at Spike before he looked away and headed down the stairs. His back turned, he didn't see the sudden interest flare to life in the blonde vampire's eyes.
But Angel did. Nabbing the other with a cool grip on his nape, Angel held the vampire back. “Leave him alone. If you are not serious, let him be. You've got Ethan, plus Dru..so please leave Wesley alone.”
Spike gave Angel a calculating look, wanting to see just how serious the older man was. His eyes narrowed disagreeably. Very serious. “What if he wants to play with me?”
“Don't. Think of him as an older Xander. If you play your usual games with him, you'll scare him away. Besides, he'll never come near you as long Ethan or Dru is still in your bed.” Angel's voice was quietly serious as they slowly walked down the stairs. He gave a half-smile at the questioningly, suspicious look Wesley directed towards them.
“Like Xander, eh?” Spike looked thoughtful as he mulled over what Angel said. “Hows about if I get me own bedroom. Separate from Dru and Eth. Be all nice and gentle like? Sorta court the bugger, huh? Flowers and candy, ya think?”
Angel rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth. “NO! I mean, he's not like you...able or willing to share his affections. Some humans don't like to share.”
“Wot?! No sharing? At all?!” And Spike looked horrified at the thought. “But...that's no fun!”
“They are human...and some humans believe in monogamy.”
“You and the boy? I kinda figure you, him and the cheerleader were snoggin',” Spike softly exclaimed.
Angel snickered. “Other than the fact that either Xander or Cordy would try to stake me instantly...hell no. Besides, having just Xander in my bed...it's more intense. All that energy and passion directed exclusively at you. For you...” Angel shivered in an orgasmic rush of passion. His eyes flashed with a startling brilliant gold.
“That good, huh?” Spike spoke thoughtfully as they came to a stop a few feet from the young Watcher.
“Better than good...” was the simple reply. They joined the dark haired human. Then felt a fission of electricity tingle along their nerves from their right. Since Faith was directly in front of them, it could only mean that Buffy was watching them. And with careful, non-expressions they looked in the direction their senses were telling them the blond Slayer was.
The crowd parted, giving them a glimpse of the cold attention she directed at them. More particularly at Xander. Angel's eyes shifted to gold...and remained that way as he joined his mate.
Spike's eyes flowed from stormy blue to gold as well when Buffy began stalking towards them. Towards their trio of dancers. And he grinned. He had been pleading for a chance to tangle with the Slayer again. With her so obsessed with his soddin' grandsire, the bloomin' bint would provide days of entertainment. If that bloody Protector would just let him have at her! “Bleedin' goody-goody two shoes,” he muttered softly. But he hoped not loud enough to be heard by it.
Buffy headed determinedly towards Xander, or more importantly towards Angel who had joined her backstabbing former friend. Her lips twisted in a hard smile at the sight of HER boyfriend standing protectively beside Xander. Well, if she couldn't have Angel then maybe it was time for her to 'do her duty as a Slayer'. Either that, or seriously impact Cordy's attempt to be a Homecoming Queen.
“Ah, Ms. Summers! What a pleasant surprise to find you in this fine establishment,” Robin said as he smoothly stepped in front of the angry looking young blonde. There was a cool look of curiosity on his dark-skinned face as he gazed around at the thronging crowd of clubbers. “So this is the famous, or infamous shall I say, Bronze...the place where all the young people so like to gather.”
Buffy ground to a halt at the odd look in Principal Wood's eyes. She had a feeling that any move forward would result in some serious academic repercussions, namely her getting her ass bounced out of school.
So she put on her most charming smile and rapidly adjusted her attitude. Respectful attention was in every line of her body when Robin turned back to her. But she was puzzled at the momentarily flash of something still in his face when he looked away from Angel and crew.
“Mr. Harris, Ms. Chase and Ms. McDaniels. I hope your homework is at least partially completed,” and he had a slight teasing lilt in his voice as he turned back to the other three teens. Then his eyes shifted to the three men standing next to them, and his brow rose inquiringly.
“Uhm Principal Wood, this...this is Wesley, Angel and our friend Spike,” Xander introduced the vampires with reluctance. Cordy plastered a carefree look of unconcern on her face, while Faith merely had a disgruntled rebellious look on hers. She didn't know why but Principal Wood made her feel...antsy and uncomfortable for some reason. And she kept reacting like she always did with authority figures: defiance and a half-sneer. Besides, it wasn't like she really needed an education. Long as she could read and write, what else did she need?
“Hmmm, cold hands...” Robin murmured as he shook hands with Angel.
“...but a warm heart,” Angel shot back. His stare was venturing on a glare at the slim dark man. His eyes narrowed on the cool obsidian black eyes, feeling as if he was being challenged in some odd way. It was the same way he felt meeting Buffy and Faith for the first time. Like he had to protect himself against a Slayer.
Robin raised a brow, no visible emotion was evident on his face. Though his eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the closeness between the teen and the other man. But his thoughts remained hidden behind cool black eyes. Then his eyes widened fractionally when he looked at Spike. And both Spike and Angel’s eyes were instantly lowered . They had to fight not to show their demon face at the violent wave of rage and hatred that assaulted their noses.
Directed at them.
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