Part: (8/?)
Summery: How do the lonely ones react when they learn of their Sire's feeling towards his lover? Why do people marry goats?
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.
Warning: mega angst. Buffy bashing, don't read it and don't flame. I've warned you, only idiots don't read the liner notes and then bitch.
~~ stands for flashback.
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The stars were shining brightly and the pair was watching the sky as they walked in silence to the warehouse. The sky was rarely visible because of Sunnydale's proximity to LA. But at two AM most of the city had gone to sleep and the smog wasn't too bad that night. It was a sight to behold. Suddenly the calm was broken, "I figured it out."
"Figured what out, Xan?" asked Angel not looking away from the sky. His mind was in other places. Earlier the boy had thought his company wasn't wanted, that was worrying Angel. He remembered the youth's reaction to Angel's explanation as to why he loved him ~~Spike's spell is really quite amazing it even gave a reason for the illusion~~. What did Xander think was going on between them now that the spell was broken and Angel still loved him?
"The difference between you and the perv who married his sheep."
"I thought it was a goat?" asked Angel distractedly, the way the boy's mind worked mystified the ancient vampire.
"Whatever. Here's the difference: we are both sentient beings, with the same basic anatomy, who can hold an intelligent conversation. . . or as intelligent as anything that falls out of my mouth ever is. I mean you can't take a goat dancing."
"You could," Angel replied and then his lover's words soaked through to his mind and he looked away from the sky, "Why do you do that? Why do you take yourself down a peg all the time? Is it just to preempt anyone else doing it? Or do ye really believe all the shite the slayer's pumped ye full of?" He slipped into his wide Irish brogue unconsciously, "Ye aren't their pizza boy."
"Doughnut boy," corrected Xander quietly.
"Whatever," replied the vampire throwing the Californian phrase back at the boy. "You are so much more than that." An odd look passed over Xander's face but Angel didn't question it, there would be time for that later at home. He didn't want to have a fight on the street. And then he added, "And anyway, same *basic* anatomy? What's different about it?" Xander said nothing but turned to the man.
He ran a single finger over Angel's canine tooth. The vampire was extremely sensitive and instantly vamped out, Xander's finger lay on the fang where the tooth had been, "Basic." He said again and leaned into to kiss the vampire while wearing his true face. After an almost chaste kiss he said, "We should get a move on, Honey, they're waiting for us." It was the second time the boy had used the endearment and Angel smiled. It was an odd effeminate pet name. But somehow rolling off the seventeen year old's tongue it sounded so right.
In the blink of an eye they were attacked. Xander pushed Angel out of the way and was hit hard on the chest by a grey fur creature. It knocked him to the ground and sat on his chest. The demon bit through Xander's shoulder as the brunette tried to fight it off. The pain was unlike anything he'd ever felt before it felt like someone was injecting a mix of cinnamon and wintergreen into him. He could feel his blood being pushed up to the surface. Angel regained his footing and slammed a stake into the creature's head, right between the eyes. Dark, hot, blue, iridescent blood poured out of its mouth and ears. He pulled the dead demon off the boy and watched as Xander lost consciousness. "Idiot," he muttered with affectionate anger. The boy had put Angel's well being over his own, but a runchcoun demon wouldn't have been able to kill the vampire. He listened as Xander's heart steadied out. Looking around he realized that they were much closer to Spike's than they were to the apartment. Carefully and slowly he picked the boy up. And sprinted the rest of the way to the warehouse being careful not to jog the cataleptic boy.
When he finally got there he banged on Spike's door. He man opened the door smiling but instantly looked concerned. The blood was dripping onto Angel's shoes Spike studied it, "Runchcoun?"
"Yeah," said Angel walking in and looking frantically about.
"Bed's through there," said Spike pointing on way, "Dru's through there." He pointed in the opposite direction. He turned away to get a first aid kit.
Angel placed him down on the bed he had bought for Drusilla over a century ago. Leaning over he tried to suck and squeeze the poison out of the gapping wound on his love's neck. Wordlessly Spike came back in and handed him bandages and a syringe filled with saline. Angel injected the liquid into Xander's shoulder hoping to flush the toxin out. "Why do you have this?" he asked as he worked quickly and started to dress the wound before it could become infected from the blood covering Xand's body.
"Dru likes to pretend she's a doctor and amputates legs and things off her dolls," said Spike simply as he wiped some of the blood off the boy's face and torso with damp cloths. "He'll be ok."
"He's cold," said Angel touching his forehead and then he touched Spike's face. "You're warm you just feed?"
"Out of a blood bag." Spike defended himself and then added, "A blood bag that *didn't* have legs."
"I couldn't careless about the source of the heat, right now, just that you're warm." He pulled the covers back and placed Xander under the sheets. "Strip off and get in with him. I haven't fed in hours."
Spike nodded and started to strip before asking, "He's not a kicker is he? Ever since Dru's been ill she's been restless at night and my shins are covered in bruises."
Smiling Angel assured his childe, "No, he's a nestler. Where did you say Dru was?"
"Daddy?" came a voice from behind him, "You brought a toy, but it doesn't want to play."
"No not a toy, my love," replied Spike's, "It's Daddy's pet human." He pulled Xander close to him, worrying about Dru wanting to "play" with him.
"He's neither an it nor a pet," replied Angel becoming vexed and quickly remembering the downfalls of spending time with his childer.
"A pet? May I stroke him?"
"Dru," said Angel sternly, she made a low whining sound, "He's not a pet, he's. . . mine." He heard Spike scoffing but didn't address the blond.
"Yours? A new baby?" She asked with a bright smile. Angel nodded gently, "May I rock him?"
"Maybe once he's better, sweetheart." Angel reacted out to touch her hair. "Spike tells me you aren't very well?"
"Mean people in Prague! But my Spikey saved me."
"Spike takes good care of you doesn't he, princess?" asked Angel stalling as he got closer to her.
She was about to reply when her face went cold. "You aren't Daddy!" she shrieked taking a few quick steps back from his mass. "You're the Angel Beast what wears his face!"
Xander woke at the screech and turned in Spike's arms. He saw the pain that filtered over Angel's face and wanted to slap the girl. But if Angel was standing there who was holding him? He turned and saw Spike smiling kindly, "Relax, pet, you've been badly poisoned so lay still."
"Dru, I want to make you better, baby." Angel said softly with hurt in his voice. To have one of his childer disown him hurt badly, even with the soul. "You need to drink my blood."
"It's poison! You're trying to kill me! You killed my bird!"
"Shut your eyes," Spike whispered in Xander's ear, "Drusilla," he called in a singsong voice. "Come sit next." He patted the bed in front of Xander and she instantly obeyed. The blond vampire shared a look with his sire and then turned to his black princess. "Why don't you kill the Angel Beast? Why don't you eat him?" Her eyes lit up at the prospect. Angel walked over and knelt in front of her and cocked his head to reveal the pale expanse of his neck. Dru bit savagely and drank Xander made to move but Spike held the weak boy down with one hand and shook his head. For a moment Xander was going to freak out when suddenly Drusilla's head dropped to one side. Angel had pushed in two fingers on the side of her neck. For a human this would cut off blood supply to the brain and knock them out. Dru being Dru took the placebo and as she expected to pass out, she did. "You realize of course that she's going to be pissed at me when she comes to and I haven't stopped you." Angel nodded and punched Spike in the face, "Thank you," said the blond. He saw Xander's bemused expression and said, "Well now it looks like I fought him, don't it?"
Angel realized that Xander was awake for the first time and smiled at his boy, "Wanna go home?" Xander just nodded. Angel picked the boy up gently and placed Dru in bed beside Spike.
Leaning over he kissed her forehead and then Spike's, "Thanks, Gelus." The blond sighed, "Do you think she'll be better?"
"Even as she was drinking her thoughts and emotions were becoming clearer." He said authoritatively the bond he shared with her as his childe became even stronger as she fed. He saw the look on Spike's face and added, "Drusilla clear, not normal person clear."
"Well thank you, again."
"How's your money doing?"
"We're kept in blood for the next two weeks."
"I'll see you before it runs out. Don't get into any trouble," he entreated, "The slayer is gunning for you and I'm not in her good books right now so I won't be able to help you."
"We're big kids now, Sire, we can walk without you holding us."
"I know. . . I just don't like the idea of not knowing if you're ok."
"You are such a mom!" the first words out of Xander's mouth had the two vampires laughing.
Summery: How do the lonely ones react when they learn of their Sire's feeling towards his lover? Why do people marry goats?
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.
Warning: mega angst. Buffy bashing, don't read it and don't flame. I've warned you, only idiots don't read the liner notes and then bitch.
~~ stands for flashback.
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The stars were shining brightly and the pair was watching the sky as they walked in silence to the warehouse. The sky was rarely visible because of Sunnydale's proximity to LA. But at two AM most of the city had gone to sleep and the smog wasn't too bad that night. It was a sight to behold. Suddenly the calm was broken, "I figured it out."
"Figured what out, Xan?" asked Angel not looking away from the sky. His mind was in other places. Earlier the boy had thought his company wasn't wanted, that was worrying Angel. He remembered the youth's reaction to Angel's explanation as to why he loved him ~~Spike's spell is really quite amazing it even gave a reason for the illusion~~. What did Xander think was going on between them now that the spell was broken and Angel still loved him?
"The difference between you and the perv who married his sheep."
"I thought it was a goat?" asked Angel distractedly, the way the boy's mind worked mystified the ancient vampire.
"Whatever. Here's the difference: we are both sentient beings, with the same basic anatomy, who can hold an intelligent conversation. . . or as intelligent as anything that falls out of my mouth ever is. I mean you can't take a goat dancing."
"You could," Angel replied and then his lover's words soaked through to his mind and he looked away from the sky, "Why do you do that? Why do you take yourself down a peg all the time? Is it just to preempt anyone else doing it? Or do ye really believe all the shite the slayer's pumped ye full of?" He slipped into his wide Irish brogue unconsciously, "Ye aren't their pizza boy."
"Doughnut boy," corrected Xander quietly.
"Whatever," replied the vampire throwing the Californian phrase back at the boy. "You are so much more than that." An odd look passed over Xander's face but Angel didn't question it, there would be time for that later at home. He didn't want to have a fight on the street. And then he added, "And anyway, same *basic* anatomy? What's different about it?" Xander said nothing but turned to the man.
He ran a single finger over Angel's canine tooth. The vampire was extremely sensitive and instantly vamped out, Xander's finger lay on the fang where the tooth had been, "Basic." He said again and leaned into to kiss the vampire while wearing his true face. After an almost chaste kiss he said, "We should get a move on, Honey, they're waiting for us." It was the second time the boy had used the endearment and Angel smiled. It was an odd effeminate pet name. But somehow rolling off the seventeen year old's tongue it sounded so right.
In the blink of an eye they were attacked. Xander pushed Angel out of the way and was hit hard on the chest by a grey fur creature. It knocked him to the ground and sat on his chest. The demon bit through Xander's shoulder as the brunette tried to fight it off. The pain was unlike anything he'd ever felt before it felt like someone was injecting a mix of cinnamon and wintergreen into him. He could feel his blood being pushed up to the surface. Angel regained his footing and slammed a stake into the creature's head, right between the eyes. Dark, hot, blue, iridescent blood poured out of its mouth and ears. He pulled the dead demon off the boy and watched as Xander lost consciousness. "Idiot," he muttered with affectionate anger. The boy had put Angel's well being over his own, but a runchcoun demon wouldn't have been able to kill the vampire. He listened as Xander's heart steadied out. Looking around he realized that they were much closer to Spike's than they were to the apartment. Carefully and slowly he picked the boy up. And sprinted the rest of the way to the warehouse being careful not to jog the cataleptic boy.
When he finally got there he banged on Spike's door. He man opened the door smiling but instantly looked concerned. The blood was dripping onto Angel's shoes Spike studied it, "Runchcoun?"
"Yeah," said Angel walking in and looking frantically about.
"Bed's through there," said Spike pointing on way, "Dru's through there." He pointed in the opposite direction. He turned away to get a first aid kit.
Angel placed him down on the bed he had bought for Drusilla over a century ago. Leaning over he tried to suck and squeeze the poison out of the gapping wound on his love's neck. Wordlessly Spike came back in and handed him bandages and a syringe filled with saline. Angel injected the liquid into Xander's shoulder hoping to flush the toxin out. "Why do you have this?" he asked as he worked quickly and started to dress the wound before it could become infected from the blood covering Xand's body.
"Dru likes to pretend she's a doctor and amputates legs and things off her dolls," said Spike simply as he wiped some of the blood off the boy's face and torso with damp cloths. "He'll be ok."
"He's cold," said Angel touching his forehead and then he touched Spike's face. "You're warm you just feed?"
"Out of a blood bag." Spike defended himself and then added, "A blood bag that *didn't* have legs."
"I couldn't careless about the source of the heat, right now, just that you're warm." He pulled the covers back and placed Xander under the sheets. "Strip off and get in with him. I haven't fed in hours."
Spike nodded and started to strip before asking, "He's not a kicker is he? Ever since Dru's been ill she's been restless at night and my shins are covered in bruises."
Smiling Angel assured his childe, "No, he's a nestler. Where did you say Dru was?"
"Daddy?" came a voice from behind him, "You brought a toy, but it doesn't want to play."
"No not a toy, my love," replied Spike's, "It's Daddy's pet human." He pulled Xander close to him, worrying about Dru wanting to "play" with him.
"He's neither an it nor a pet," replied Angel becoming vexed and quickly remembering the downfalls of spending time with his childer.
"A pet? May I stroke him?"
"Dru," said Angel sternly, she made a low whining sound, "He's not a pet, he's. . . mine." He heard Spike scoffing but didn't address the blond.
"Yours? A new baby?" She asked with a bright smile. Angel nodded gently, "May I rock him?"
"Maybe once he's better, sweetheart." Angel reacted out to touch her hair. "Spike tells me you aren't very well?"
"Mean people in Prague! But my Spikey saved me."
"Spike takes good care of you doesn't he, princess?" asked Angel stalling as he got closer to her.
She was about to reply when her face went cold. "You aren't Daddy!" she shrieked taking a few quick steps back from his mass. "You're the Angel Beast what wears his face!"
Xander woke at the screech and turned in Spike's arms. He saw the pain that filtered over Angel's face and wanted to slap the girl. But if Angel was standing there who was holding him? He turned and saw Spike smiling kindly, "Relax, pet, you've been badly poisoned so lay still."
"Dru, I want to make you better, baby." Angel said softly with hurt in his voice. To have one of his childer disown him hurt badly, even with the soul. "You need to drink my blood."
"It's poison! You're trying to kill me! You killed my bird!"
"Shut your eyes," Spike whispered in Xander's ear, "Drusilla," he called in a singsong voice. "Come sit next." He patted the bed in front of Xander and she instantly obeyed. The blond vampire shared a look with his sire and then turned to his black princess. "Why don't you kill the Angel Beast? Why don't you eat him?" Her eyes lit up at the prospect. Angel walked over and knelt in front of her and cocked his head to reveal the pale expanse of his neck. Dru bit savagely and drank Xander made to move but Spike held the weak boy down with one hand and shook his head. For a moment Xander was going to freak out when suddenly Drusilla's head dropped to one side. Angel had pushed in two fingers on the side of her neck. For a human this would cut off blood supply to the brain and knock them out. Dru being Dru took the placebo and as she expected to pass out, she did. "You realize of course that she's going to be pissed at me when she comes to and I haven't stopped you." Angel nodded and punched Spike in the face, "Thank you," said the blond. He saw Xander's bemused expression and said, "Well now it looks like I fought him, don't it?"
Angel realized that Xander was awake for the first time and smiled at his boy, "Wanna go home?" Xander just nodded. Angel picked the boy up gently and placed Dru in bed beside Spike.
Leaning over he kissed her forehead and then Spike's, "Thanks, Gelus." The blond sighed, "Do you think she'll be better?"
"Even as she was drinking her thoughts and emotions were becoming clearer." He said authoritatively the bond he shared with her as his childe became even stronger as she fed. He saw the look on Spike's face and added, "Drusilla clear, not normal person clear."
"Well thank you, again."
"How's your money doing?"
"We're kept in blood for the next two weeks."
"I'll see you before it runs out. Don't get into any trouble," he entreated, "The slayer is gunning for you and I'm not in her good books right now so I won't be able to help you."
"We're big kids now, Sire, we can walk without you holding us."
"I know. . . I just don't like the idea of not knowing if you're ok."
"You are such a mom!" the first words out of Xander's mouth had the two vampires laughing.