Title: Temptation Island

Author: Spike 'n Cordy

Summary: When the reality television show "Temptation Island" guests start disappearing Angel and Cordelia must go under cover to find out why. Special appearances by Xander and Anya.

Author's Notes: Sorry for taking so long but I'm almost finished the story so I'll be updating more frequently from here on out. I just wanted to say thanks for the reviews.

Disclaimer: In First chapter.



Chapter Nine



Third day on the Island



Angel leaned against the edge of the bar in the make shift pub, and slowly sipped his scotch. He stiffened slightly when one of the brunettes slowly sauntered over to him, exaggerating the swinging of her hips.

"Hi," she said huskily and draped an arm around his shoulder.

He quickly stood, causing her arm to fall, "Hello."

But the woman didn't give up, she brought her hand to his waist and pulled herself closer to him. "I was wondering what you were doing tonight. I thought that we could have dinner together, just the two of us." She suggestively rubbed herself against him.

Angel chuckled nervously before pushing her away, "I'm sorry. But…but I'm going to be busy." He glanced over her shoulder and saw a camera coming their direction. "Maybe another time." He spun around only to collide with David Glace.

The older man wrapped an arm around Angel's shoulder, "Angel, can I have a word with you?"

"Um…sure," he was lead to a small hut farther down the beach.

David pulled out a key and unlocked the door and told him to go inside. The small hut was filled with TV's and VCR's, papers covered a small desk in the corner. Angel was directed to sit on the cot while David took the desk's chair. "I've been noticing that you are avoiding the single women, Angel, and we can't allow that. The show's entire basis is on the interaction between unavailable men and the single women who are trying to seduce them. If you want to refuse the women that's fine, I even encourage it, but if you refuse to interact with them we'll be forced to ask you and Cordelia to leave the island and bring another couple in." David swiveled his seat to face one of the TV's. He put a tape in the VCR and turned it on. Cordelia appeared on the screen, with three of the single men.

Who the hell did they think they were? Were they not listening when he made it quite clear he would beat the crap out of them if they even talked to her? Did that bastard touch her leg? He was positive that that jack- ass just touched *his* Cordelia's leg.

"You see, Angel. Cordelia is having no trouble interacting with the men, why are you having such difficulties? Are you afraid that you don't have enough will-power not to cheat and have decided to avoid?"

What was this guy, a physiatrist? "I don't think you'll have any more problems with me. Thank you David." He rose and shook the producer's hand and left the small hut.

He was furious. All he wanted to do was get to the other side of the island and pummel that SOB who thought he could touch Cordelia like that.

Who was he kidding? If he did that, they'd be off the show and some innocent couple will die. He needed to stay calm. Take a deep breath and relax.

"Hey, Dead-boy," just what he needed, "Why don't you join us?"

Angel glanced in the direction of Xander's voice and saw him in a hot tub with Dustin. Both of them had a woman on either side cuddling close.

He changed directions and headed towards them.

"Did you finish your book," Xander smirked.

Angel just glared and slowly sank into the water.

When the single women notice Angel finally interacting with them, they flocked in his direction. The hot tub was over flowing by the time the last one squeezed in. The three men and ten women were comfortably arranged. (Three of the single women were off somewhere with Jim, doing God knows what.)

One of the blondes complained that it was getting too hot and slipped out behind Angel. She sat on the ledge with her legs on either side of him, kicking the women next to him in the process. Heedless of their looks she began to massage his shoulders, "You are so tense, Angel."

He leaned his head back against her stomach, smiling slightly at her. He closed his eyes and finally began to relax.



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Carlos and Wayne, two of the more attractive singles, had managed to convince Anya and Cordelia to go on a private picnic down the beach, away from the cameras. Cordelia thought it was a great idea because down the beach, away from the cameras, is where Robert's hut was.

The four-some snuck away from the main beach area to find a secluded area where they could be alone. The two girls were in the middle while Carlos and Wayne walked on either side of them. When the came upon Robert's hut, Cordelia nodded at Anya.

"I want to go swimming," Anya knew what to do.

Carlos suggested, "How about after we eat." But Anya was already stripping down to her bathing suit and heading to the water. He and Wayne did the same.

Wayne stopped in his rush to the water, "Aren't you coming?"

Cordelia smiled sweetly, "I can't swim."

"Oh, then I won't go." He saddled up to her, "I'll keep you company."

Bringing her hands to his chest to push him away gently, putting a fake pout on her face, "But I don't want to be the reason you don't have fun."

"I can have fun right here."

Anya realized that Wayne didn't follow her and was still on the beach with Cordelia and felt she had to do something drastic to get him there. "Whoops! My top just fell off!"

Her exclamation sent Wayne running into the surf.

"Thank you, Anya," Cordelia whispered to herself, before making her way towards Robert's hut. Careful not to be seen, she tested the door. It was locked, but the good thing about makeshift huts, no glass in the windows.

After she deftly entered the cabin, she began searching for anything concerning the death of the two couples. She flipped through the papers on his desk that turned out to be mostly photos of himself, and found nothing. She quickly moved to his dresser drawers with the same results.

Voices outside the cottage grabbed her attention. They were male but not Carlos or Wayne's. Cordelia silently made her way to the window she had entered through only to see Robert and David walking towards her. Panic laced her mind as she tried to find a place to hide. The keys in the door made the decision for her, she dropped to the floor and shimmied under the cot just as the pair stepped inside. Cordelia held her breath as she listened to their conversation.

"Who do you think will make it?" That was Robert, she'd recognize his voice anywhere, phony bastard

"Well, Angel needed a little prompting to get the ball rolling, but after our talk, he's in the game." She heard some shuffling in the direction of the desk.

What did they mean he's in the game? Is he in the 'I'm going to kill you' game or just what we've signed on for?

"Good, because we need the couple to stay faithful but they still have to want other people. We need sexual tension." They leave the small dwelling, locking the door behind them.

Cordelia slid out from under the bead and climbed out the window. She walked to the beach and waved at Anya, the signal that all went well and she could come back. The group had the picnic but her mind was elsewhere the entire time.

Why did they need sexual tension? For ratings? Demon sacrifice? Because they're homicidal maniacs? Why do they need it? For whatever reason, she needed to talk to Angel.



~TBC~