Chapter 16 - Later the same morning
Angel smiles from his seat, he is enjoying the show immensely. Bravo Buffy! Bravo! Watching her play with the boy is divine fun.
Buffy is crawling to him, still too weak to stand. He rejoices as she approaches him. He sees this as a bit of a victory for him. Angelus is expecting to kill him but he will come back to find a different picture with a renewed Slayer and he already gone. This is the only way he can see to defeat the bastard in some small way.
He instinctively realizes that once he fully surrenders to Buffy, everything will fade away, all of this nightmare will be gone forever. Part of him has always wanted Buffy. Perhaps this isn't the way he pictured it in his fantasies but at least it is her, it is Buffy.
She has stopped crying now and is looking directly at him as she makes her way to him. He forgets that he could come to her that she has freed him. He simply sits and waits for her to take him.
When she reaches him, she raises to her knees and smiles. She tilts her head to the side like a little girl studying something that interests her. Her hand reaches out to softly stroke his face. In a childlike voice, she whispers "So pretty, you are so pretty". She touches his lips. "Will you kiss me Xander? Will you kiss me like you love me?"
He nods. It seems speech has abandoned him. He leans forward and they meet in the middle. He feels as if he is falling, the ground spinning underneath him. He grabs hold of her shoulders to try to anchor him to something solid.
He numbly feels her cold hands slide up his chest, pulling apart his coat and his shirt to get to his skin. He franticly helps her pull off the offending articles. She continues to kiss him as she peels off her own clothes. He runs his hands to her elbows, pulling them both up as he takes his jeans off. Once they are pressed flesh to flesh he sits back down on the cot, pulling her to straddle him.
She immediately comes down on him. The friction is heaven. He arches his neck to her, an offering to a goddess. A slight sound distracts her from her movements and he cries out in protest when she ceases her gyrations.
He looks up to see Angelus standing behind Buffy. Game face on, shirt off. He smiles an evil smile, as he reaches down encircling Buffy's neck with his fingers. He bends down to Buffy's ear, "Looks like Buffy's been a bad girl, playing with her lunch. We just can't have this Buff. You are going to have to learn some manners if this is going to work out."
She wrinkles her nose in worry, pleading, "No, No.anything, what do you want me to do, just don't hurt me."
He begins to massage her neck and licks the side of her face. She loves the feel of him pressed up against her while she still holds Xander inside of her. The pleasure is too much; she can't maintain the act any more.
She stretches the length of her neck out over Angel's shoulder as she begins to roll her hips once again. Xander can't help himself, in this position, her breasts are held like an offering before him. As he begins to kiss her breasts, Angel bites into her neck again. As Xander presses up into her, Angel presses against her back. She can feel his hardness. She revels in her feminine power as never before as all three of them come together.
Angel licks her wound and lifts her off of Xander. Turning her, he places her to sit between Xander's legs on the low cot. He kneels in front of her, his pants are open and he immediately slams into her. Xander is still sitting directly behind her, his own legs on the outside of her own. Unbelievably, he is getting hard again as Buffy's rear is now cradling him. Briefly, he wonders if this is how Angelus plans to kill him - with sex.
Every time Angel slides into her, her cheeks caress and tease Xander. Angel is well aware how the boy is responding to the activity. Still, the boy's inhibitions are stifling him and in turn, causing he and Buffy to miss out on the possibility of some more pleasure. Angel makes eye contact with the boy over Buffy's head.
He is urging Xander to come out and play - to reach, to take, to taste. Xander tries to resist feeling like Angelus is somehow peeling away his humanity like an onion. Finally, Xander can't even remember why he is fighting.
Xander's hands come up from behind Buffy to cup her breasts while Angel's hands are suddenly running up Xander's inner thighs every time he enters Buffy. The contact shocks and arouses Xander even more and he begins to move in time with Angel's thrusts.
Buffy is screaming now but in pleasure. She reopens the earlier cut on Angel's chest with her nails and begins to lick at his wound as the two men in her life rub up against her - hot and cold.
Xander and Angel come at the same time, their masculine pleasure somehow tied together now. It is like nothing Xander has felt before.
Finally, the sensations fade. Buffy is lying back against his chest. Perfectly sated, her eyes are closed. He realizes that she is purring, as she lies cradled by his body. When Angelus slips out of her, she draws her legs up and curls into Xander's lap like a kitten.
Angelus surveys the scene and what he sees appeals to his vampire sensibility. He finds the scene of the two oddly domestic and comforting. It has been a long time since he has had a true family.
The boy's eyes are closed as he holds Buffy to him. His love for Buffy is obvious and it is this love that ultimately redeems him in Angel's eyes. He intends for this boy, who will soon be a man, to be his Second. To be bound to protect Buffy with his life and with his cunning. Angel sees the seeds of this devotion and he is pleased.
He was much younger when he made his first family. He made the mistake of thinking that you could bind people to you through fear. Buffy has made him realize that love is stronger. Much stronger.
He looks at the boy and compels him to open his eyes. As Xander looks back at him, he pulls away all the veils from the boy's mind. Angel has also learned that the ties that bind are stronger still if the person makes the choice of his own free will. Yes, they have played with the boy's emotions. Teased him a bit - even given him a taste of what can be had. The boy is lucid now. He is capable of making the decision himself.
When Xander looks into Angelus' eyes, he knows what the demon is asking. No words are required. Half of the only family Xander has ever truly possessed, he holds in his arms now. The other half.
As soon as his thoughts move to Willow, Angelus speaks, "Resting peacefully". Xander understands the connotations of the comment all too well. All that he has ever loved and all that has loved him are here in this place, in this world now. Understanding this, with Buffy so concretely in his arms makes the decision simple. For him there no choice, really, where these two are, so he goes as well.
Angelus sees his victory in the boy's eyes. He still wants something more. "Say the words. I want the words, boy."
Xander opens his mouth, his throat is dry, and he struggles with the words. Finally, he whispers, "Yes, Yes." At that, Buffy, whom he thought to be sleeping, cranes up her neck and gently kisses him on the cheek. The gesture gives him courage and he arches his neck to the side.
Angelus can't help but laugh at the stereotypical movement. "Calm down, boy. Since you're willing we can do this with a bit more finesse." At that, Angelus winks at him.
Xander is surprised. He has never encountered this side of Angel before. Then he thinks to himself - Hello? Understatement of the year!
Angelus stands. He is beautiful. As much as any man can be. Michaelangelo's David. It reminds him of this refrigerator magnet at Buffy's where David is wearing jeans. He gently pulls Buffy out of Xander's arms and into his own. He looks down at the boy and whispers "Rest now".
TBC
Angel smiles from his seat, he is enjoying the show immensely. Bravo Buffy! Bravo! Watching her play with the boy is divine fun.
Buffy is crawling to him, still too weak to stand. He rejoices as she approaches him. He sees this as a bit of a victory for him. Angelus is expecting to kill him but he will come back to find a different picture with a renewed Slayer and he already gone. This is the only way he can see to defeat the bastard in some small way.
He instinctively realizes that once he fully surrenders to Buffy, everything will fade away, all of this nightmare will be gone forever. Part of him has always wanted Buffy. Perhaps this isn't the way he pictured it in his fantasies but at least it is her, it is Buffy.
She has stopped crying now and is looking directly at him as she makes her way to him. He forgets that he could come to her that she has freed him. He simply sits and waits for her to take him.
When she reaches him, she raises to her knees and smiles. She tilts her head to the side like a little girl studying something that interests her. Her hand reaches out to softly stroke his face. In a childlike voice, she whispers "So pretty, you are so pretty". She touches his lips. "Will you kiss me Xander? Will you kiss me like you love me?"
He nods. It seems speech has abandoned him. He leans forward and they meet in the middle. He feels as if he is falling, the ground spinning underneath him. He grabs hold of her shoulders to try to anchor him to something solid.
He numbly feels her cold hands slide up his chest, pulling apart his coat and his shirt to get to his skin. He franticly helps her pull off the offending articles. She continues to kiss him as she peels off her own clothes. He runs his hands to her elbows, pulling them both up as he takes his jeans off. Once they are pressed flesh to flesh he sits back down on the cot, pulling her to straddle him.
She immediately comes down on him. The friction is heaven. He arches his neck to her, an offering to a goddess. A slight sound distracts her from her movements and he cries out in protest when she ceases her gyrations.
He looks up to see Angelus standing behind Buffy. Game face on, shirt off. He smiles an evil smile, as he reaches down encircling Buffy's neck with his fingers. He bends down to Buffy's ear, "Looks like Buffy's been a bad girl, playing with her lunch. We just can't have this Buff. You are going to have to learn some manners if this is going to work out."
She wrinkles her nose in worry, pleading, "No, No.anything, what do you want me to do, just don't hurt me."
He begins to massage her neck and licks the side of her face. She loves the feel of him pressed up against her while she still holds Xander inside of her. The pleasure is too much; she can't maintain the act any more.
She stretches the length of her neck out over Angel's shoulder as she begins to roll her hips once again. Xander can't help himself, in this position, her breasts are held like an offering before him. As he begins to kiss her breasts, Angel bites into her neck again. As Xander presses up into her, Angel presses against her back. She can feel his hardness. She revels in her feminine power as never before as all three of them come together.
Angel licks her wound and lifts her off of Xander. Turning her, he places her to sit between Xander's legs on the low cot. He kneels in front of her, his pants are open and he immediately slams into her. Xander is still sitting directly behind her, his own legs on the outside of her own. Unbelievably, he is getting hard again as Buffy's rear is now cradling him. Briefly, he wonders if this is how Angelus plans to kill him - with sex.
Every time Angel slides into her, her cheeks caress and tease Xander. Angel is well aware how the boy is responding to the activity. Still, the boy's inhibitions are stifling him and in turn, causing he and Buffy to miss out on the possibility of some more pleasure. Angel makes eye contact with the boy over Buffy's head.
He is urging Xander to come out and play - to reach, to take, to taste. Xander tries to resist feeling like Angelus is somehow peeling away his humanity like an onion. Finally, Xander can't even remember why he is fighting.
Xander's hands come up from behind Buffy to cup her breasts while Angel's hands are suddenly running up Xander's inner thighs every time he enters Buffy. The contact shocks and arouses Xander even more and he begins to move in time with Angel's thrusts.
Buffy is screaming now but in pleasure. She reopens the earlier cut on Angel's chest with her nails and begins to lick at his wound as the two men in her life rub up against her - hot and cold.
Xander and Angel come at the same time, their masculine pleasure somehow tied together now. It is like nothing Xander has felt before.
Finally, the sensations fade. Buffy is lying back against his chest. Perfectly sated, her eyes are closed. He realizes that she is purring, as she lies cradled by his body. When Angelus slips out of her, she draws her legs up and curls into Xander's lap like a kitten.
Angelus surveys the scene and what he sees appeals to his vampire sensibility. He finds the scene of the two oddly domestic and comforting. It has been a long time since he has had a true family.
The boy's eyes are closed as he holds Buffy to him. His love for Buffy is obvious and it is this love that ultimately redeems him in Angel's eyes. He intends for this boy, who will soon be a man, to be his Second. To be bound to protect Buffy with his life and with his cunning. Angel sees the seeds of this devotion and he is pleased.
He was much younger when he made his first family. He made the mistake of thinking that you could bind people to you through fear. Buffy has made him realize that love is stronger. Much stronger.
He looks at the boy and compels him to open his eyes. As Xander looks back at him, he pulls away all the veils from the boy's mind. Angel has also learned that the ties that bind are stronger still if the person makes the choice of his own free will. Yes, they have played with the boy's emotions. Teased him a bit - even given him a taste of what can be had. The boy is lucid now. He is capable of making the decision himself.
When Xander looks into Angelus' eyes, he knows what the demon is asking. No words are required. Half of the only family Xander has ever truly possessed, he holds in his arms now. The other half.
As soon as his thoughts move to Willow, Angelus speaks, "Resting peacefully". Xander understands the connotations of the comment all too well. All that he has ever loved and all that has loved him are here in this place, in this world now. Understanding this, with Buffy so concretely in his arms makes the decision simple. For him there no choice, really, where these two are, so he goes as well.
Angelus sees his victory in the boy's eyes. He still wants something more. "Say the words. I want the words, boy."
Xander opens his mouth, his throat is dry, and he struggles with the words. Finally, he whispers, "Yes, Yes." At that, Buffy, whom he thought to be sleeping, cranes up her neck and gently kisses him on the cheek. The gesture gives him courage and he arches his neck to the side.
Angelus can't help but laugh at the stereotypical movement. "Calm down, boy. Since you're willing we can do this with a bit more finesse." At that, Angelus winks at him.
Xander is surprised. He has never encountered this side of Angel before. Then he thinks to himself - Hello? Understatement of the year!
Angelus stands. He is beautiful. As much as any man can be. Michaelangelo's David. It reminds him of this refrigerator magnet at Buffy's where David is wearing jeans. He gently pulls Buffy out of Xander's arms and into his own. He looks down at the boy and whispers "Rest now".
TBC
