Title: The Lies One Tells to Make it Through the Day
Rating: R
Author: Azure K Mello
Part: (6/?)
Disclaimer: Joss, not me. Also premises stolen from Jacob M. Bosch, story found here: who stole it from Saone. I asked for permission from Jacob. Thank you. Line "Well that's just. . . neat" is out of the episode with the Judge.
Summery: Spike cast a spell on Angel to distract him while he and Dru have some fun in Sunnyhell. The spell has made Angel fall head over heels for Xander. The problem is that to break the spell Xander must sleep with Angel. If the spell is not broken it will cause Angel to rape him.
Pairing: Angel/Xander SLASH
Spoilers/setting: High school/ midseason Two because Angel and Buffy have never made the beast up to this point. Assume we're around, "What's My Line?" because Dru is still sick. Also "Lie to me" is mentioned in passing because Angel recently saw Dru.
Warning: mega angst. Buffy bashing.
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"What are you doing on my bed?" asked Angel his wayward childe.
"You're not him."
"I'm me? Who should I be?" he asked smiling indulgently. He couldn't decide whether to take Spike over his knee for fucking with magic or to kiss him for bringing Xander to his bed.
"You didn't lose your soul."
"And why would I have? Why did you play with spells? It wasn't even that powerful. Didn't I teach you that magic was dangerous? You should only use magic when it's really important, like when you're trying to end the world." He was in a really good mood and would let Spike play for a little while before kicking him out.
"A gypsy woman told me that you would lose it if you came."
Angel tried not to smirk but it was too much. "Let me just make sure I understand what you're saying. An old gypsy woman told you I had to get off and the curse would be broken?"
"A 'moment of perfect happiness'. So I went out and found you your ideal mate. . . Is the boy really *that* bad in bed?"
"I will thank you to fuck off, Spike. And why would you want me to lose my soul? I nearly killed you everyday for eighteen years." Spike said nothing he simply looked down at the floor. "Well, come along, William, speak up."
"Stop being an arse, Angel."
"Being an arse?! You tried to make me evil!"
"I wanted my sire back!" Spike screamed the rejoinder. "Don't make me out to be the bad guy. . . I mean I am, grr: evil," he made his hand into a claw as he faked the growl to accentuate his point. "But I wasn't trying to harm you."
"Oh, because you would *never* hurt me." Angel was biting and caustic.
"Yes, you tried to kill me everyday for a few years. . . but at least you gave enough of a damn to try. Now you barely look at me, ye wanker"
"Oh, Will." Angel was suddenly very tired.
"And yeah, ok: you tried to kill me; you only did it to show me my place. Well I learnt my place: at your side. And then you took me to bed and made sure I was well enough to go through it all again in the morning. If it had really been that awful do you honestly think I would have stayed? You were my sire: I would have followed you to hell and back."
"I'm still your sire, William, you're still my childe. I still love you."
"You do?"
"You're always my favorite."
"But I'm evil," Spike whispered, clawing his hand again.
Angel laughed fondly, "We all have faults." He shrugged, "Having a soul doesn't make me *not* evil. I'm not Liam, and even as Liam I was an arse. All having my soul does is make me feel *really* badly about it. It just puts everything in perspective: to not feel guilt I don't kill, to keep Xander I pretend I don't want to."
"Well that's just. . . neat."
"Look, please don't eat any of Xander's friends, *including* the slayer. In fact, don't eat any Sunnydale's population."
"You're no fun."
"'Hey, guess what, Angel. Your idiot son ate someone I was on the swim team with.' 'Really, Xander? That's so interesting. Let's go to a movie.'"
"Fine I get it," groaned Spike.
"How are Dru's headaches?"
"She's sick, Gelus." Whispered Spike sounding every bit the scared childe that he was, "She said she saw you in a playground. And that you protected the boy she wanted to eat."
"I could feel that Buffy was around. I didn't want Dru to get staked. You take really good care of her, Will. I've never thanked you properly for that." He sighed heavily, "I'll come see her, maybe some sire's blood would heal her."
"Thank you, it means a lot to have you back. . . does the slayer et al know about us? That we're family?"
"Xander does, I'm sure. After all every time you talk to me you call me sire: even when you hate me. But Xander is really the only one who's seen us together. . . Buffy thinks that Dru and I are having an affair."
"Poor, clueless slayer." Spike laughed as one would at an endearing yet simple puppy. "He smells like your type."
"I have a type? I have a type that smells?"
"He looks like he could be Drusilla's brother."
Smiling ruefully Angel said, "I know, I miss the old days: everything was so simple."
"Always went for the brunettes." Spike said softly.
"Went for you," replied Angel tenderly stroking his youngest childe's face.
"That you did. . . the blonde: the slayer."
"I'll let her down gently." Angel said somewhat confused that Spike would even bring her up.
"She was an unholy bitch to you boy."
"Really?" the older vampire's eyes darkened.
"I thought he was going to cry. Felt kinda badly, after all he is nearly family. Complete prat."
"Language, William! You use the foulest words. Just because the Americans have no idea what you're saying doesn't mean you should say them."
"I'm evil, you Ponce."
"DID YOU JUST CALL ME A PONCE?"
"Sorry, sire."
"Respect, boy: I thought I beat it into you a long time ago." He gently cuffed Spike around the head. "You aren't too old to take across my knee."
"'M sorry, *Sire*." Said Spike looking down at the floor again.
Angel sighed heavily, "hhhuhhhhhh. Do you need blood money. . . money for blood?"
"Well usually I would just eat someone to get money."
"Go get my wallet, it's in the kitchen." Angel went about picking the room up. How was it that Spike could be alone in a room for ten minutes and make it look like London in the blitz? Spike came back in moments holding out his sire's wallet. Angel pulled out a wad of cash, handed it to Spike, and kissed his forehead. "Be good, I'll come visit Dru when it gets dark."
"Thank you, Sire. . ." he smiled as Angel turned to clean again. "Oh and, Angel?" His sire looked up from his task, "he's a nice boy." Angel smiled. "Sire?"
"Yes, Will?"
"Why *didn't* you lose your soul?"
"The spell scared him. And in it scared me: I was afraid he was right and that come morning I *would* hate him. I guess I was just to worried for it to be perfect. . . do you think?"
"No, you won't lose it next time. A big component of it working was the desperation of your celibacy being broken after a hundred years."
"Well that's a comfort," Angel said with a gentle laugh: only Spike would have sat down and thought all this out. No one would think that his poor ADHA riddled childe could be so patient and meticulous in his planning. His multifaceted nature was what so often made him so appealing. . . that and his childlike glee for destruction and chaos.
"Sire?" Will asked again swinging about-face where he stood at the door.
"Hum?" Angel said distractedly as he cleaned and wondered what Spike had spilled on his sheets.
"I'm glad it didn't work."
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"Angel?" called Buffy walking into his apartment. She was desperate to see her boyfriend now that he was over his ridiculous obsession with Xander.
"Buffy!" he said with a warm smile as he stepped out of the bathroom in a towel drying his hair. Well good, Buffy was pleased, he was cleaning Xander off of his body. "It's good to see you."
"It's amazing to see you." She smiled widely, "How are you?"
"I'm fine. It's so great you're not mad at me." He smiled apologetically: I am a kicked puppy please love and protect me.
"Mad at you?"
"For all the things I said to Xander, for loving Xander, in front of you."
"Loving doughnut-boy? It's ok, I'm mad. I understand." she asked coldly.
"It's great, I'm so glad! It must have been really hard for you. I'm ok now, but I need some time. . . Spike's spell violated me and I need some time to recoup. Ya know?"
"Yeah," she said with a nod having little idea what was going on.
"So I was thinking maybe we could go to Europe."
"That would be great." She said with a wide smile, it was so great to have her doting honey back.
"Yeah, Xander's never traveled much."
"Xander? What about doughnut-boy?"
"Why do you keep calling him that?" asked Angel looking genuinely confused while trying to bring Buffy away from her actual question. He didn't want his game to end too quickly.
"It's a term of endearment, I'm slay-girl, Willow's net-girl, and Xander's doughnut boy. Because it's what he's best at: getting doughnuts."
"Oh I *assure* you that's not what he's best at." Angel leered suggestively.
"What?" asked Buffy looking truly confused. Just as understanding gleamed in her eyes she squelched it down with denial. "So what is this about Europe?"
"I thought we could do a general tour. I wanna go home, show my love where I grew up."
Buffy blushed deeply upon hearing the term of endearment, "That is so *so* romantic."
"Yeah, well, Nothing but the best for the most beautiful creature in the world." His words made Buffy's blush deepen. "And look," he said pulling out a ring box and handing it to her. Inside the green box was a Claddagh ring a bloodstone was set into the center of the heart, "It's from home- the crown means loyalty, the hands friendship, and the heart. . . well you get the idea," he said forcing himself to sound bashful.
"Angel, it's beautiful, only: it's way to big."
"No it'll fit him perfectly. And the stone matches his eyes perfectly, don't you think?"
"*Him*? This is for Xander?! He told me he broke the spell, incompetent loser!"
"That's why I apologized. . . I thought you knew."
"Knew what?" she screamed sounding like a petulant kid, which was exactly what she was.
"Spike's spell: it was just an honesty charm. I always loved Xander. He's the only one I ever loved. You thought? Oh, Buffy, I'm so sorry, hon. I thought you knew." He said sounding like an adult talking to a bad tempered infant. . . which, again, he was.
"What?" she asked on the verge of tears.
"Oh and yes: I spoke to Spike. From what he said I would appreciate it ever so much if you stayed away from my lover." His words were cold and he loomed over her in a frightening and threatening way. She bolted from the room and Angel went to get dressed feeling good about himself.
Rating: R
Author: Azure K Mello
Part: (6/?)
Disclaimer: Joss, not me. Also premises stolen from Jacob M. Bosch, story found here: who stole it from Saone. I asked for permission from Jacob. Thank you. Line "Well that's just. . . neat" is out of the episode with the Judge.
Summery: Spike cast a spell on Angel to distract him while he and Dru have some fun in Sunnyhell. The spell has made Angel fall head over heels for Xander. The problem is that to break the spell Xander must sleep with Angel. If the spell is not broken it will cause Angel to rape him.
Pairing: Angel/Xander SLASH
Spoilers/setting: High school/ midseason Two because Angel and Buffy have never made the beast up to this point. Assume we're around, "What's My Line?" because Dru is still sick. Also "Lie to me" is mentioned in passing because Angel recently saw Dru.
Warning: mega angst. Buffy bashing.
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"What are you doing on my bed?" asked Angel his wayward childe.
"You're not him."
"I'm me? Who should I be?" he asked smiling indulgently. He couldn't decide whether to take Spike over his knee for fucking with magic or to kiss him for bringing Xander to his bed.
"You didn't lose your soul."
"And why would I have? Why did you play with spells? It wasn't even that powerful. Didn't I teach you that magic was dangerous? You should only use magic when it's really important, like when you're trying to end the world." He was in a really good mood and would let Spike play for a little while before kicking him out.
"A gypsy woman told me that you would lose it if you came."
Angel tried not to smirk but it was too much. "Let me just make sure I understand what you're saying. An old gypsy woman told you I had to get off and the curse would be broken?"
"A 'moment of perfect happiness'. So I went out and found you your ideal mate. . . Is the boy really *that* bad in bed?"
"I will thank you to fuck off, Spike. And why would you want me to lose my soul? I nearly killed you everyday for eighteen years." Spike said nothing he simply looked down at the floor. "Well, come along, William, speak up."
"Stop being an arse, Angel."
"Being an arse?! You tried to make me evil!"
"I wanted my sire back!" Spike screamed the rejoinder. "Don't make me out to be the bad guy. . . I mean I am, grr: evil," he made his hand into a claw as he faked the growl to accentuate his point. "But I wasn't trying to harm you."
"Oh, because you would *never* hurt me." Angel was biting and caustic.
"Yes, you tried to kill me everyday for a few years. . . but at least you gave enough of a damn to try. Now you barely look at me, ye wanker"
"Oh, Will." Angel was suddenly very tired.
"And yeah, ok: you tried to kill me; you only did it to show me my place. Well I learnt my place: at your side. And then you took me to bed and made sure I was well enough to go through it all again in the morning. If it had really been that awful do you honestly think I would have stayed? You were my sire: I would have followed you to hell and back."
"I'm still your sire, William, you're still my childe. I still love you."
"You do?"
"You're always my favorite."
"But I'm evil," Spike whispered, clawing his hand again.
Angel laughed fondly, "We all have faults." He shrugged, "Having a soul doesn't make me *not* evil. I'm not Liam, and even as Liam I was an arse. All having my soul does is make me feel *really* badly about it. It just puts everything in perspective: to not feel guilt I don't kill, to keep Xander I pretend I don't want to."
"Well that's just. . . neat."
"Look, please don't eat any of Xander's friends, *including* the slayer. In fact, don't eat any Sunnydale's population."
"You're no fun."
"'Hey, guess what, Angel. Your idiot son ate someone I was on the swim team with.' 'Really, Xander? That's so interesting. Let's go to a movie.'"
"Fine I get it," groaned Spike.
"How are Dru's headaches?"
"She's sick, Gelus." Whispered Spike sounding every bit the scared childe that he was, "She said she saw you in a playground. And that you protected the boy she wanted to eat."
"I could feel that Buffy was around. I didn't want Dru to get staked. You take really good care of her, Will. I've never thanked you properly for that." He sighed heavily, "I'll come see her, maybe some sire's blood would heal her."
"Thank you, it means a lot to have you back. . . does the slayer et al know about us? That we're family?"
"Xander does, I'm sure. After all every time you talk to me you call me sire: even when you hate me. But Xander is really the only one who's seen us together. . . Buffy thinks that Dru and I are having an affair."
"Poor, clueless slayer." Spike laughed as one would at an endearing yet simple puppy. "He smells like your type."
"I have a type? I have a type that smells?"
"He looks like he could be Drusilla's brother."
Smiling ruefully Angel said, "I know, I miss the old days: everything was so simple."
"Always went for the brunettes." Spike said softly.
"Went for you," replied Angel tenderly stroking his youngest childe's face.
"That you did. . . the blonde: the slayer."
"I'll let her down gently." Angel said somewhat confused that Spike would even bring her up.
"She was an unholy bitch to you boy."
"Really?" the older vampire's eyes darkened.
"I thought he was going to cry. Felt kinda badly, after all he is nearly family. Complete prat."
"Language, William! You use the foulest words. Just because the Americans have no idea what you're saying doesn't mean you should say them."
"I'm evil, you Ponce."
"DID YOU JUST CALL ME A PONCE?"
"Sorry, sire."
"Respect, boy: I thought I beat it into you a long time ago." He gently cuffed Spike around the head. "You aren't too old to take across my knee."
"'M sorry, *Sire*." Said Spike looking down at the floor again.
Angel sighed heavily, "hhhuhhhhhh. Do you need blood money. . . money for blood?"
"Well usually I would just eat someone to get money."
"Go get my wallet, it's in the kitchen." Angel went about picking the room up. How was it that Spike could be alone in a room for ten minutes and make it look like London in the blitz? Spike came back in moments holding out his sire's wallet. Angel pulled out a wad of cash, handed it to Spike, and kissed his forehead. "Be good, I'll come visit Dru when it gets dark."
"Thank you, Sire. . ." he smiled as Angel turned to clean again. "Oh and, Angel?" His sire looked up from his task, "he's a nice boy." Angel smiled. "Sire?"
"Yes, Will?"
"Why *didn't* you lose your soul?"
"The spell scared him. And in it scared me: I was afraid he was right and that come morning I *would* hate him. I guess I was just to worried for it to be perfect. . . do you think?"
"No, you won't lose it next time. A big component of it working was the desperation of your celibacy being broken after a hundred years."
"Well that's a comfort," Angel said with a gentle laugh: only Spike would have sat down and thought all this out. No one would think that his poor ADHA riddled childe could be so patient and meticulous in his planning. His multifaceted nature was what so often made him so appealing. . . that and his childlike glee for destruction and chaos.
"Sire?" Will asked again swinging about-face where he stood at the door.
"Hum?" Angel said distractedly as he cleaned and wondered what Spike had spilled on his sheets.
"I'm glad it didn't work."
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"Angel?" called Buffy walking into his apartment. She was desperate to see her boyfriend now that he was over his ridiculous obsession with Xander.
"Buffy!" he said with a warm smile as he stepped out of the bathroom in a towel drying his hair. Well good, Buffy was pleased, he was cleaning Xander off of his body. "It's good to see you."
"It's amazing to see you." She smiled widely, "How are you?"
"I'm fine. It's so great you're not mad at me." He smiled apologetically: I am a kicked puppy please love and protect me.
"Mad at you?"
"For all the things I said to Xander, for loving Xander, in front of you."
"Loving doughnut-boy? It's ok, I'm mad. I understand." she asked coldly.
"It's great, I'm so glad! It must have been really hard for you. I'm ok now, but I need some time. . . Spike's spell violated me and I need some time to recoup. Ya know?"
"Yeah," she said with a nod having little idea what was going on.
"So I was thinking maybe we could go to Europe."
"That would be great." She said with a wide smile, it was so great to have her doting honey back.
"Yeah, Xander's never traveled much."
"Xander? What about doughnut-boy?"
"Why do you keep calling him that?" asked Angel looking genuinely confused while trying to bring Buffy away from her actual question. He didn't want his game to end too quickly.
"It's a term of endearment, I'm slay-girl, Willow's net-girl, and Xander's doughnut boy. Because it's what he's best at: getting doughnuts."
"Oh I *assure* you that's not what he's best at." Angel leered suggestively.
"What?" asked Buffy looking truly confused. Just as understanding gleamed in her eyes she squelched it down with denial. "So what is this about Europe?"
"I thought we could do a general tour. I wanna go home, show my love where I grew up."
Buffy blushed deeply upon hearing the term of endearment, "That is so *so* romantic."
"Yeah, well, Nothing but the best for the most beautiful creature in the world." His words made Buffy's blush deepen. "And look," he said pulling out a ring box and handing it to her. Inside the green box was a Claddagh ring a bloodstone was set into the center of the heart, "It's from home- the crown means loyalty, the hands friendship, and the heart. . . well you get the idea," he said forcing himself to sound bashful.
"Angel, it's beautiful, only: it's way to big."
"No it'll fit him perfectly. And the stone matches his eyes perfectly, don't you think?"
"*Him*? This is for Xander?! He told me he broke the spell, incompetent loser!"
"That's why I apologized. . . I thought you knew."
"Knew what?" she screamed sounding like a petulant kid, which was exactly what she was.
"Spike's spell: it was just an honesty charm. I always loved Xander. He's the only one I ever loved. You thought? Oh, Buffy, I'm so sorry, hon. I thought you knew." He said sounding like an adult talking to a bad tempered infant. . . which, again, he was.
"What?" she asked on the verge of tears.
"Oh and yes: I spoke to Spike. From what he said I would appreciate it ever so much if you stayed away from my lover." His words were cold and he loomed over her in a frightening and threatening way. She bolted from the room and Angel went to get dressed feeling good about himself.