What really happened behind the Wings

Disclaimer: That would be a no with owning them, but I really like to play with him...ahem...I mean them. ;)

Rating: Please...like Jenna writes anything, but smut. ;) ;)

A/N: to Red, my beta...you're awesome sweetie. Thank you for always taking the time to make a fics a better plece to be.

Also, I'd like to give a shout to Taz. jeez, chica...FINALLY! I got to tell you, it was so cool to hear from you. I missed you!

A/N 2: Now, I like to give give another shout out to a new writer I've found... frosty 600 is a tremendous talent that I've recently become addicted to! *lol* Seriously, she has some great fics out there. Her Buffy/Angelus fics are amazing. Also, I want to especially pump Esmerada007's fic 'Forbidden Love'. it reads just like the show you guys, and she's really doing a great job with it. Check it out and R&R, if you would. Of course Helmi1 has some AWESOME fics too as most of you know... 'Ghosts of the Past' and 'Just One Night'. If you've missed them, read em. She's a terrific talent.

My other girls like Vixangel, and Brandi Rochon have already been 'pimped out by me' as some like to say...*lmao* I giggle every time I hear that, but I still want to pimp em again... *lol* Seriously though, these women are amazingly talented. If you haven't read their fics...you're missing out! 'Broken' and 'Vampire Fairytale' are both great reads.

Okay, enuff with my talking...on with the show, huh?

xoxo

Jen

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Chapter 2

Backstage:

Angel and Buffy made their way to the door leading backstage and the dressing rooms.

"Uh-oh," Buffy said. The guy blocking the door looked like he just stepped off the pages of Ugliest Wrestlers Ever magazine. She sighed. "This isn't going to be as easy as we thought."

"That's an awful lot of muscle for a ballet company, don't you think?"

Buffy nodded. "Well, I could try and distract him…" She did her best impersonation of a flirt. "You know, I make with the nice while you slip by."

Angel snorted. "Right…don't be stupid," he said, looking Buffy up and down. "If I'm that guy and the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on is making eyes at me—it's either a bachelor party or a scam."

Buffy's breath stopped. "What did you say?"

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean that you were stupid."

Buffy shook her head. "No, before that—what did you call me?"

Angel's throat closed up and he got that 'wide eyed' look. His gaze flitted everywhere before coming back to her upturned face. "I said you were the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on."

Buffy's knees sagged and she had to clutch Angel's arm. How long had she waited to hear him say something like that to her again? Much too long, and now it almost hurt to hear it. Her lip trembled and it took every bit of courage she possessed not to run from what might turn into another angst-filled Angel/Buffy moment.

"You still…see me…like that?" she asked, blinking rapidly to keep her tears at bay.

"Always," he murmured, unable to look away from her haunted green gaze.

She swallowed hard, and looked away first. "O-kay…I think that's a conversation better saved till after we solve the mystery, don't you?"

Disappointed, but realizing the wisdom in her words, Angel agreed.

Buffy looked at the guard again. "So, any ideas on how we get past King Kong?"

Angel shrugged. "Well, I suggest we go with my patented sudden burst of violence."

She rolled her eyes. "Not everything has to be solved with violence, you know."

"This coming from the girl who carries stakes under her evening gown?" he said with a smirk.

Buffy giggled. "Still…I might have an approach that will be a little more subtle," she said. Digging into her beaded purse, her lips twitched as she pushed aside the stake hidden there and produced a folded bill. "Aha…this should do."

She approached the man, hips swinging. "Hey—you know I really wanna get backstage…" she said waving the bill in front of his face. "And I was thinking…" She slipped the fifty dollar bill into his hand. "Maybe you could help me with that, hmmm?" She flashed the man a radiant smile that left Angel weak in the knees.

The guard took the money, pocketed it, then grabbed Buffy around the waist and leered down at her. "Yeah, okay, but since that wasn't so much a bribe as it was a tip…" his hand reached for her breast, "I'm thinking there's something else you got that'd be worth—"

Angel knocked him out before Buffy could react. She gave him a rueful grin. "And then there's those times when violence is exactly what's needed…" she said, adjusting her dress and glaring at the unconscious guard.

Buffy went to step over the guard, but stopped when she noticed Angel hadn't taken his eyes off the man.

"What's wrong?' she asked.

He continued to stare at the huge lump of unconscious human, fists clenched as he forced himself not to beat the living hell out of the asshole. "He's just lucky he didn't actually—"

"What?" Buffy asked, her heart stuttering at the raw, primal jealousy on Angel's face. "He's lucky he didn't what, Angel?" she prompted when he remained silent.

"Touch you," he growled. "I'd have killed him if he had!"

Buffy's breath came out in a gasp. "Why?"

"Do you really need to ask?" he snapped and took her arm, dragging her along as he stepped over the guard and headed through the doorway.

Buffy dug her heels in and pulled her arm from his grasp, forcing him to stop too. "Yeah, I really do. Why?"

"Because I—" He stopped, let out a long sigh and ran a hand through his hair. "This isn't the time for this conversation." He looked back to where they'd just come and stared at what was now a long endless hallway with no end in sight. His brows drew down and he frowned. "Wasn't there a door there?"

That got her attention and she turned in a circle. The doorway they had just come through had disappeared, and now there was nothing but endless corridors. "Okay, when you pulled up here tonight—did this building look like it went on forever?"

Angel glanced down the halls. "It's gotta be a spell or maybe a time flux or something…"

Buffy started towards the rooms and Angel grabbed her arm. "Why are you stopping me? We seriously need to find out what's going on," she said, trying to pull free.

He shook his head and held her tighter. "Sounds good in theory, but I don't think we want to be rushing in there. Can't you feel the magic in this place?"

With a burst of Slayer strength, she shrugged him off. "Yeah, I do, but getting to the bottom of this is the only way we're going to get out of here, so I'm not seeing much of a choice here."

"Why am I thinking this could go really bad?" he muttered ender his breat as he reluctantly followed her..

After wandering around for a long time, Buffy stopped at a door. "This is her dressing room," she said, touching the smooth wooden panel.

"Whose?" Angel asked as the hairs on his neck started to prickle. The magic was all around them and it was making him nervous.

"The prima ballerina," Buffy replied, opening the door.

They both shivered as they walked in and Angel looked around at the nineteenth century furnishings. "It's unchanged," he whispered, as a strange heat swept over him.

Buffy felt the heat too. Like a fever, it burned through her. She lifted her hair and waved the back of her neck as she moved around the room. "She'd wait for him here."

Angel narrowed his eyes. "She—how do you—?" The room was like a sauna. "Is it warm in here to you?" he asked. A trickle of sweat ran down his brow and he wiped it away, gazing at it strangely—he never sweated unless he was fighting or…better not go there.

Buffy's breath was coming in rapid little pants. "Yeah, I feel it…it's way too hot and—" She stopped as she touched a dried up rose on the ballerina's dresser. "Some thing happened here," she whispered and turned to him. "Angel?" Her voice was low and husky, more like a moan.

He stopped and shuddered as fire seemed to scorch his dead nerve endings, making him feel alive again. "What?" he whispered, his belly tightening at the look in her eyes. He swallowed hard.

"Undress me," she said and Angel almost groaned out loud. Two little words, but the consequences…

"Buffy no, I—why?!"

She took a step towards him, chest heaving, eyes dilated and dark green with desire. "Because this is just a costume—it isn't me." She reached for him. "I want you to see me—see me for who I really am."

Angel almost tripped over his own feet in his haste to get away from her. "No, I—Buffy, stop. This isn't us. Someone is pulling the strings here and what we're doing is acting out someone else's drama."

Suddenly the heat and the fog lifted and Buffy gasped and staggered back. "Oh my God, did I just ask you to undress me?"

Angel felt it sweep him up then and was helpless to stop it. "Is that what you want?" he asked, advancing on her.

She stepped forward to meet him, shuddering as her own longing for Angel became meshed with the longing of the ghost haunting this room. "You know I do," she whispered.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her to him.. "But you're afraid," he said, running his knuckle along her cheek.

She gripped his biceps and pressed her face into his hand. "I don't want to be—I want to love you like I used to—what if he finds us," she said, her own feelings for Angel blending with the ghost's need for her lost love.

Angel placed her hand on his chest, while his other hand slid down to cup her rear and pressed her intimately against the hard bulge in his pants. "I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid of anything."

Buffy braced her hands on his chest and pushed back. "What about the curse?"

He groaned and lowered his mouth. "It won't affect us here…"

The spirit fluttered inside her as she explored Angel's firm, muscled chest. She flipped open a few buttons and slipped her hands inside his shirt, savoring the smooth flesh she found there. "Oh, God," she gasped, as her long-suppressed need for him flared in a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations all around them. On tiptoe, she wrapped her arms around his neck and met his kiss eagerly. "I need you—I'm only alive when you're inside me…" she murmured against his mouth.

Angel gave a deep growl and nibbled at her lips. "Buffy…" he groaned, right before he took her lips in a deep, possessive kiss.

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Wes and Fred met Cordelia and Gunn at the backstage door that Angel and Buffy had gone through.

"Did you see anything in the wings?" Wesley asked.

"Just the dancers as they twinkled their toes off the stage and then disappeared," Cordy grumbled, still ticked that Wes had foiled her plan to get Angel alone.

Gunn nodded. "It was weird. They danced off stage and then 'poof'—gone," he said, frowning.

Fred sighed. "Well, that's a lot more than we saw. So what do you think is going on here? Are they ghosts? And where's Buffy and Angel? They've been gone a long time."

Cordy rolled her eyes. "Great ghosts. Am I the only one thinking we should have just stayed home?"

"Cordelia, please—" Wes started, but she cut him off.

"No, you please…" she snapped. "You weren't there when Angelus came back. You may have met him for a second a couple of years ago, but you didn't see what he's capable of, obviously, since you felt comfortable stepping in and sending Angel off with the one person on this planet who can bring him back! And not just for a few hours, Wes." She poked him in the chest. "I mean, like for good, so don't you dare 'please' me, pal. You thought Angel was bad with Darla?" She snorted. "You haven't seen nothing yet. Buffy makes Darla look like a crush and Angelus makes 'dark Angel' look like a choir-boy! If we end up running for our lives tonight…it's all your fault, remember that!"

Uncomfortable now, Wes cleared his throat. "Well, then I suggest we go and find them."

"Ya think?" Cordy growled and marched past him towards the dressing room entrance. She pointed to the downed guard. "I think it's safe to say they went this way."

Trying to lighten the mood, Gunn shrugged and quipped, "At least they left us a trail…"

Cordy nodded. "And he's not dead, so it's safe to say Angel's still Angel."

Fred wrung her hands. "On a scale of one to ten—how bad is this Angelus?"

"An eleven," Cordy said, and opened the door that led to the endless maze of hallways.

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Buffy moaned as Angel's tongue swept into her mouth. She whimpered as he palmed her breasts. His hands went higher and they both gasped as he jumped back, burned by the cross she wore.

"Ah, oh my God…Buffy," he gasped. "I'm sorry…"

Buffy shook her head. "No need. It was a mutual thing, but we really need to get out of here."

"I know," he said, but instead of moving away, he moved closer.

Buffy felt the same tug and let him draw her back into his arms. "Angel…" she panted as he trailed wet kisses down her neck. "This isn't out of here."

Angel turned her so her back was to him, but that was even worse. Her curvy little rear rubbed his erection. "Right—I can't…sorry. Okay—out. We need to get out." He started pushing her towards the door from behin

Buffy reached over her head to wrap her hands around Angel's neck and thread her fingers through the short hairs at his nape. "God, you feel so good…" she panted, arching and rubbing her rear-end against the bulge that was poking her from behind. They paused by the door. Shudders ran through her as he placed another kiss on her neck. "Can you open the damned door?" she moaned, letting her chin fall towards her chest, exposing more of her neck to him as he began to trail wet, open mouthed kisses along her throat to his mark.

"It's kinda hard," he gritted out, his hand palming her belly and pulling her back against him as he tried to turn the handle. It wouldn't budge.

"Mmmmm…" Buffy moaned, arching back even more, and blatantly inviting him to continue his onslaught.. "Kinda noticed,"she murmured huskily.

Still nibbling at his mark, Angel was struggling to keep his demon in check as he fnally got the door opened. They fell out of the room, panting, filled with lust and trying to shake off the magic surrounding them.

Buffy took a deep breath. "Okay, that was—whoa!"

Angel exhaled too. "That's a fair assessment."

She looked at him. "What happened in there?"

"There's spirits in that room. Energy trapped in time." He buttoned his shirt, and fumbled with his tie for a minute before giving up and sticking it in his pocket. "They took us over."

Flushed and achy, Buffy's lips were still tingling from his kisses She eyed Angel's body and the electric current of desire raced through her again. "When is it gonna wear off?"

He backed away from her as her eyes wandered his body. "I-I don't know," he said, removing his jacket and folding it over his arm so it would hide the bulge in the front of his trousers. "Soon, I think--hope…" he whispered to himself, as he closed his eyes briefly, and tried to will his hard-on away—it didn't work.

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The rest of the AI gang wandered the corridors, searching for Angel and Buffy—or any sign of what was really going on with the show.

They opened a door and standing inside was a man wearing a 'Tragedy' mask. He giggled and ran past them, almost knocking Cordy over.

"Okay—that was rude!" she called after him.

Gunn looked at Wes. "What the hell was that?"

Wes shrugged. "I'm not sure, but I suggest we find Angel and Buffy and see if they've learned anything."

Just then another man in a 'Comedy' mask leaped out at them. Fred gasped and stumbled back as he grabbed at her. The man had a sword in his hand and Gunn ducked his first swing, then spun and kicked the sword out of his hand. It skittered across the floor and Wesley picked it up and stabbed the minion in the chest when he attacked again.

"Well, who's laughing now?" he said, pulling the sword out. The creature fell to the floor, clutching his chest. He still wore the grotesque 'laughing clown' mask and when he let out a weak laugh, Wes grimaced. "Well…you—but I still win," he muttered and decapitated the minion.

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Buffy was tired of trekking the halls. "Are you sure this is the way?" she asked.

He looked over his shoulder at her. "I'm sure it's A way, Buffy, but THE way—no, I'm not sure. Never been here before either, remember?"

She grimaced. Being this close to Angel—especially after what just happened—made her edgy and anxious. Her lips hadn't stopped tingling and all she could think of was how much she wanted a replay of that scene all over again—maybe even go into act two.

"God, this place is a maze, isn't it?' she asked, for lack of anything better to say.

He nodded. "Maybe we can go—"

"Wait!" Buffy said, grabbing Angel's arm.

Alarmed, he looked behind him, but the coast was clear. He turned back to her with a puzzled frown."What?"

"I said something—back there in that room. I think it might be a clue." Her brow creased as she tried to remember. "Do you remember what I said?"

Angel's mouth watered. She was so sexy, all mussed up and well-kissed. He swallowed. "Um…you said you were only alive when I was—"

Buffy blushed. "Not that!"

Angel looked just as embarrassed. "No, of course…I-I was just—" Suddenly he nodded. "Wait. I said you were afraid, remember? And you said…"

"What if he finds out," Buffy supplied.

Angel's eyes lit up. "She had a secret lover and she was afraid she might get caught."

Buffy agreed. "I thought at the time it was…" She shrugged. "You know, still stuff from my…you and me baggage, but it wasn't…it was the ghosts."

"You and me baggage?"

Her answer was an eye roll that spoke volumes. Angel turned away and Buffy looked back the way they had come. "We left too soon. We need to go back so we can find out what happened to them."

Angel's head whipped back around and his jaw dropped. "I'm marveling at the complete wrongness in that idea, Buffy."

"But it's the only way. Those spirits'—energy or whatever…are still in there. If we don't go back, we may never know what happened." She straightened her shoulders. "We need to finish the scene," she said and tried to ignore the shiver of heat that raced down her spine.

Angel stared at her open-mouthed. "What if there's no more talking in that scene?" he asked, fighting the insane urge to giggle. This was SO wrong.

Buffy tried to ignore the thrill that statement sent chasing after the shiver. She wasn't wishing for that—she wasn't! "Well, what do you suggest then? Do you want to keep wandering around back here for like…" she shrugged, "ever?"

Angel shook his head. "No, but…"His eyes were dark as he caught and held her gaze. "Look Buffy, we've been possessed by the spirits of old lovers before—it never ends well, you know that."

"The last time we played the scene to the end and it worked out—the spirits were gone, remember?"

His jaw dropped again. "Yeah, after you shot me!"

She flushed with guilt. "But you didn't die!""

He rolled his eyes. "I didn't die because I'm a vampire. Not from your lack of shooting skills."

Buffy looked away. He was right, but…. "If we don't go back, how else are we going to find out what happened?"

Angel had no answer to that. He rubbed his forehead with the heel of his palm. "Buffy…" he whined. "Think about what we're doing here—what almost happened back there, and ask yourself , should we really go back in there?"

Her heart rate was already accelerating at the thought of kissing him again, but she put on her best Slayer face and tried to make this all about taking care of business. "Hey, if things go bad, we can always leave. We did before and it's not us…I mean it IS us, but not us-us."

Angel wavered. He wanted to touch her again so badly… "No, it is us, Buffy. It you…and it's me. Kissing you…" He sighed, and his eyes were filled with a longing so poignant, Buffy's breath caught. "It's just not something I can turn off. I still want to lose myself in you and that scares me."

A slow, insidious heat spread through her tummy and she licked her lips at the desire in his eyes. Certain her own eyes mirrored his, she really didn't see any other way to find out what was happening here, besides going back into that room. "I know. I feel it to, but as long as nothing is undone or—inserted…we should be okay, right?" She fought the dull throb between her thighs. "And I still have this in case things do get out of hand," she said, holding up her cross.

Angel's gut churned at how wrong this could go, but he was helpless to deny her because honestly he wanted nothing more than to get back in that room and finish what they'd started there.

"Okay," he said. "But if things get…out of hand, I just hope one of us has the presence of mind to stop me before—" He didn't finish the sentence, but Buffy knew what he meant. Before anything happened that might make him too happy.

That thought froze her in her tracks, but she reminded herself that it wasn't just her and Angel in that room. The spirits of old lovers would be there too, almost as a buffer against 'perfect happiness' and Angelus. She wasn't sure how she knew this, but she just did. She opened the door and immediately the heat wrapped around her…inside her. A shudder ran up her spine and suddenly Buffy didn't care about anything but touching him. If she couldn't actually have Angel in her life, she could create another memory of him that would keep the cold inside her soul at bay…at least for a while.

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Okay guys, musie is really on fire for this fic. I've just about finished it already... *gasp* huh?? I know. Shocking, but honsetly, I've already sent two more chappies to red, so as soon a she gets em back to me, I'll be posting them. Honestly, I think I'll be posting on this one pretty quickly. Since I'm about finished with it, all that's left is beta and polishing...Hope you like it, I've always wanted to fix this episode, sice I detest Cordy/Angel, so this is almost theraputic for me. lol! Click the button and let me know what you think, okay?

Thanks again. You all are the best... :) :) :)