Part: (10/?)
Writer: Az K Mello
Summery: what is Xander's deal?
Pairing: Angel/Xander SLASH
Warning: mega angst. Buffy bashing, (though in a way I feel you pity her in this part) don't read it and don't flame. I've warned you, only idiots don't read the liner notes and then bitch.
Placement: soon after the Dark Age as Ethan Rayne seems to be a buzz word. This is in fact in the middle of What's My Line? But that story line won't happen.
The rest can be found here: at my web group or at ff.net
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"I just can't believe it, ya know? How could they do this to me?" Buffy padded around her room in slippers as she spoke on the phone to Willow.
"They didn't *mean* to hurt you," said Willow in a placating manner.
"Angel did," corrected Buffy sullenly.
"Well you were *really* mean to Xander throughout all of this. He never intended to steal your honey. All the way through he was worried about you. In his mind he was raping Angel and hurting you. Never did he once think about himself. The only time he thought even kinda selfishly was when he worried about you hating him. You're his best friend! He always stayed away from Angel because he didn't want to hurt you. Can you imagine what he's felt like during this debacle? To have the person you love be madly in love with you but it's supposedly a spell making it all happen? Can you now blame him? What would you have done in his place?"
"I guess. . . I just wish he'd of talked to me. I would have listened." Willow sighed Buffy was finally sounding like herself. "But Angel shouldn't have betrayed me. I want vengeance! I want restitution!"
"That's a Giles word." Will tried to break the tension, it didn't work. "They're going away soon. Calm down and hang in there, in a few days you won't have to see them."
"That's not good enough!"
"I don't know what to tell you, Buffy. You have to understand: whatever you do will hurt Xander too."
"No you don't understand: I don't care." Said the blonde slayer sounding so reminiscent of the dark slayer who had yet to be called.
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"What are we going to do? We pretty much forced Xander to sleep with the vampire and now we're upset with the results? How is that fair? We can't help who we love that's why so many people die for it! Like Romeo and Juliet, except in this case it's Romeo and Tybalt. . . and now Juliet is gunning for Romeo and ignoring the fact that it will badly hurt her cousin! What are we going to do? Giles! Be the grown up!" the girl didn't take a breath from the time the man picked up until the time he went to speak.
"Willow? Calm down, breath." He waited until he heard her breath even out and said, "Right, now exactly what was said." Her words came out in a torrent as she told him, word for word, her conversation with Buffy. "Alright," he said after a moment of thinking, "I must go to Angel. There are no other options." His was betrayal against his slayer but she seemed too far gone for it to matter. Sighing heavily he asked, "Do you have his address?"
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"Mr. Giles," Said Angel running a hand through his generally immaculate hair. His locks now stood at odd angles to his head. "Come in." He looked at the dark sky and realized that they had slept the whole day away. It had been nice, waking for a few minutes of cuddling and talking and then falling back to Morpheus' safe arms.
"Angel, Hello." Giles was extremely apprehensive to be here. This wasn't his place.
"What can I do for you?" asked the dark vampire with a benevolent smile.
As he spoke Xander came out of a doorway behind him. Clad only in a low riding pair of sweats his hair was similar to the style Angel was sporting. "G-man! How are you?"
"I *do* wish you wouldn't call me that." he said tapping his foot the way he so often did in the library when he lost control of the conversation.
"Just wait," said Xander, "it starts with the foot and the hand drumming if there's a surface handy, then he cleans his glasses while pretending to now notice what's goin' on, and if you get him *really* annoyed he clucks like a chicken."
Giles made a tutting sound but it was undermined by his smile, "Yes well, you've never seen me really annoyed."
"Ethan Rayne," coughed Xander.
"Oh yes, good old Ethan, bringing fun costumes and old playmates along for the ride." He smiled fondly, he missed the Ethan he'd grown up with. If only the man could get over his childish obsession with chaos they could be together again. As it stood they were at the opposite ends of the spectrum. . . and there was Jenny, though he would toss her in an instant if he could have Ethan home again. What a finicky man he was. He came out of his reverie to see the two men smiling at him, "Look, that's not why I'm here."
"Why *are* you here?" asked a Xander who was coloured confused. It wasn't that he didn't want Giles there it was just that the man had never visited him after school hours and he certainly didn't socialize with Angel.
"Buffy's "Gunning" for you, Angel." He grimaced at the expression, bloody colonials.
"Bugger," said a voice from behind him. He turned to see William the Bloody leaning in the doorway smoking.
"Spike!" he shrieked, though it was a very manly shriek.
"Don't bother," said Xander, "he isn't that evil."
"Hey!" said Spike, walking into the building proper, and was about to correct the boy when Angel spoke.
"William," he said in a soft warning, "Don't smoke in my apartment."
"Sorry," he said averting his eyes in a supplicating stance he also didn't want to see the scorn in the eyes of the watcher as he stubbed his fag out with the heal of his boot on the porch. "So you two comin' to stay? Shall I get some nibbles into the house for the boy?"
"Yeah, we'll be over in a bit, Spike." Spike nodded but did not leave, this was far too interesting to go. It was like Pay-per-view but without the charge. "Giles," Angel turned to the man who was on stage two of his agitation as he cleaned his spectacles, "we'll be gone by the week's end. Xander?" he asked softly looking to his lover.
The boy nodded slightly and gave the dark vampire a small smile. "Giles, are you ok? I *really* don't want to be the cause of you inevitable aneurysm."
"I'm fine. Just very confused."
"I'll swing by the library during lunch and try to explain everything."
"Thank you, Xander."
Angel smiled politely, "And thank you, Mr. Giles."
"Yes, well, Buffy's been very distant and changed recently. The girl I know wouldn't have wanted either of you to get hurt. . . speaking of which: what happened to your shoulder?"
Xander looked at the dressing, "Oh, um, what was it called again?"
"A runchcoun," Angel and Spike said in unison.
"It was a big, furry thing," added Xander.
"Dear god! And you lived?"
Instantly panicking Xander said, "What?! Angel, I could have died?!!!"
"Good job on *not* scaring the boy, Watcher. Honestly! I'm not human, I have the tact of a four year old, yet even I knew it was a subject to be avoided."
Ignoring the conversation Angel spoke only to his boy, "I killed it before it could do any real damage."
"Plus he sucked all the poison out of your wound while grimacing!" added a very helpful Spike.
"You were in no danger," Angel pretended his childe hadn't opened his mouth. "I was right at your side." He touched the boy's face and pushed hair out of his eyes. "I wouldn't let you get hurt."
"But it could have? Hurt me that is?"
"They're very dangerous, powerful creatures."
Spike rolled his eyes at the sentimental scene in front of him, it put his fangs on edge. "Pack, eat, shag: whatever come over whenever ye like." He didn't wait for a reply and stalked off into the night.
Giles stood watching the pair. The closeness between them made him feel uncomfortable, an unwelcome voyeur. Under his breath he clucked softly like a chicken. He left quickly.
"Told you he clucked." Xander smirked as he lent against Angel's chest starting to feel woozy.
"You shouldn't be standing," Angel stroked the back of his head, "Let's go to the movies."
Xander was slightly taken aback, Angel went to the movies? He said nothing on the matter though, "Nothing with loud explosions or subtitles: my head is still kinda spinning."
"Sun Cinema's got a cartoon retrospect," suggested the dark vampire with a small smile at his boy. He knew Xander would love it, though maybe the boy wouldn't admit to it.
"Where's my Angel and what have you done with him?" asked Xander with a laugh.
"Everyone gets days off. . . nights in my case. I'm gonna let my hair down and not worry about redemption and world saving."
"Let your hair down? No gel? Gasp!"
"Are you trying to piss me off?" he asked but pulled the boy's chin up from its resting place on his shoulder for a kiss. Something about this mortal made him crazy. "You ok with all this? Bunking in with my childer? Going away?"
"I go where you go," he said with a bright, reassuring smile. Angel could feel his pants tightening at the Xander's words. "But in all, seriousness are you sure about the movie? Can you deal?"
Angel smirked, "You think of me as an adult. You think I'm sophisticated? I may be centuries old but I'm still the boy I was in life, only less stupid and more calm. I died because I was drunk and chasing skirt. That was all I did in my life. The drunkenness you can put down to being a healthy Irish lad and chasing skirt, well- I was a twenty year old healthy Irish lad. But Liam McSwenny wasn't an intellect. I like cartoons."
"Liam?" asked Xander softly. "Pretty name." What he had just said seeped into his possibly concussed head and he blushed.
"Thanks," said Angel noting the boy's embarrassment. "Being changed made me a violent drunk as apposed to a randy one," he felt Xander shudder but tactfully ignored it and just held him. "And getting a soul made me read, because what else could I do with eternity? That's when I did all my growing up."
"You mean?"
"I never killed a demon until I came here. Maybe a few but that was for sport or honor. Until I came here I wandered for a century pitying myself."
"Wow." Xander could think of nothing intelligent to say.
"Let's get you dressed and get packed so we're out of here before Buffy comes."
Smiling Xander said, "You really are planning on dressing me aren't you?"
"Well, you have a hurt shoulder." Angel tried to justify his reason and sound innocent but his leer undermined his statement. Xander took pity on his lover and wrapped a leg around Angel's waist, "Besides," continued Angel, "dressing you means I get to first undress you and worship you in a fitting manner. And then we can go to the ten o'clock showing: it'll be a bona fide date!" He smiled wryly as he walked to the bedroom half carrying his love.
A/N: are people losing interest in this? I haven't been getting much feedback and I'm just wondering what people are thinking.
Writer: Az K Mello
Summery: what is Xander's deal?
Pairing: Angel/Xander SLASH
Warning: mega angst. Buffy bashing, (though in a way I feel you pity her in this part) don't read it and don't flame. I've warned you, only idiots don't read the liner notes and then bitch.
Placement: soon after the Dark Age as Ethan Rayne seems to be a buzz word. This is in fact in the middle of What's My Line? But that story line won't happen.
The rest can be found here: at my web group or at ff.net
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"I just can't believe it, ya know? How could they do this to me?" Buffy padded around her room in slippers as she spoke on the phone to Willow.
"They didn't *mean* to hurt you," said Willow in a placating manner.
"Angel did," corrected Buffy sullenly.
"Well you were *really* mean to Xander throughout all of this. He never intended to steal your honey. All the way through he was worried about you. In his mind he was raping Angel and hurting you. Never did he once think about himself. The only time he thought even kinda selfishly was when he worried about you hating him. You're his best friend! He always stayed away from Angel because he didn't want to hurt you. Can you imagine what he's felt like during this debacle? To have the person you love be madly in love with you but it's supposedly a spell making it all happen? Can you now blame him? What would you have done in his place?"
"I guess. . . I just wish he'd of talked to me. I would have listened." Willow sighed Buffy was finally sounding like herself. "But Angel shouldn't have betrayed me. I want vengeance! I want restitution!"
"That's a Giles word." Will tried to break the tension, it didn't work. "They're going away soon. Calm down and hang in there, in a few days you won't have to see them."
"That's not good enough!"
"I don't know what to tell you, Buffy. You have to understand: whatever you do will hurt Xander too."
"No you don't understand: I don't care." Said the blonde slayer sounding so reminiscent of the dark slayer who had yet to be called.
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"What are we going to do? We pretty much forced Xander to sleep with the vampire and now we're upset with the results? How is that fair? We can't help who we love that's why so many people die for it! Like Romeo and Juliet, except in this case it's Romeo and Tybalt. . . and now Juliet is gunning for Romeo and ignoring the fact that it will badly hurt her cousin! What are we going to do? Giles! Be the grown up!" the girl didn't take a breath from the time the man picked up until the time he went to speak.
"Willow? Calm down, breath." He waited until he heard her breath even out and said, "Right, now exactly what was said." Her words came out in a torrent as she told him, word for word, her conversation with Buffy. "Alright," he said after a moment of thinking, "I must go to Angel. There are no other options." His was betrayal against his slayer but she seemed too far gone for it to matter. Sighing heavily he asked, "Do you have his address?"
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"Mr. Giles," Said Angel running a hand through his generally immaculate hair. His locks now stood at odd angles to his head. "Come in." He looked at the dark sky and realized that they had slept the whole day away. It had been nice, waking for a few minutes of cuddling and talking and then falling back to Morpheus' safe arms.
"Angel, Hello." Giles was extremely apprehensive to be here. This wasn't his place.
"What can I do for you?" asked the dark vampire with a benevolent smile.
As he spoke Xander came out of a doorway behind him. Clad only in a low riding pair of sweats his hair was similar to the style Angel was sporting. "G-man! How are you?"
"I *do* wish you wouldn't call me that." he said tapping his foot the way he so often did in the library when he lost control of the conversation.
"Just wait," said Xander, "it starts with the foot and the hand drumming if there's a surface handy, then he cleans his glasses while pretending to now notice what's goin' on, and if you get him *really* annoyed he clucks like a chicken."
Giles made a tutting sound but it was undermined by his smile, "Yes well, you've never seen me really annoyed."
"Ethan Rayne," coughed Xander.
"Oh yes, good old Ethan, bringing fun costumes and old playmates along for the ride." He smiled fondly, he missed the Ethan he'd grown up with. If only the man could get over his childish obsession with chaos they could be together again. As it stood they were at the opposite ends of the spectrum. . . and there was Jenny, though he would toss her in an instant if he could have Ethan home again. What a finicky man he was. He came out of his reverie to see the two men smiling at him, "Look, that's not why I'm here."
"Why *are* you here?" asked a Xander who was coloured confused. It wasn't that he didn't want Giles there it was just that the man had never visited him after school hours and he certainly didn't socialize with Angel.
"Buffy's "Gunning" for you, Angel." He grimaced at the expression, bloody colonials.
"Bugger," said a voice from behind him. He turned to see William the Bloody leaning in the doorway smoking.
"Spike!" he shrieked, though it was a very manly shriek.
"Don't bother," said Xander, "he isn't that evil."
"Hey!" said Spike, walking into the building proper, and was about to correct the boy when Angel spoke.
"William," he said in a soft warning, "Don't smoke in my apartment."
"Sorry," he said averting his eyes in a supplicating stance he also didn't want to see the scorn in the eyes of the watcher as he stubbed his fag out with the heal of his boot on the porch. "So you two comin' to stay? Shall I get some nibbles into the house for the boy?"
"Yeah, we'll be over in a bit, Spike." Spike nodded but did not leave, this was far too interesting to go. It was like Pay-per-view but without the charge. "Giles," Angel turned to the man who was on stage two of his agitation as he cleaned his spectacles, "we'll be gone by the week's end. Xander?" he asked softly looking to his lover.
The boy nodded slightly and gave the dark vampire a small smile. "Giles, are you ok? I *really* don't want to be the cause of you inevitable aneurysm."
"I'm fine. Just very confused."
"I'll swing by the library during lunch and try to explain everything."
"Thank you, Xander."
Angel smiled politely, "And thank you, Mr. Giles."
"Yes, well, Buffy's been very distant and changed recently. The girl I know wouldn't have wanted either of you to get hurt. . . speaking of which: what happened to your shoulder?"
Xander looked at the dressing, "Oh, um, what was it called again?"
"A runchcoun," Angel and Spike said in unison.
"It was a big, furry thing," added Xander.
"Dear god! And you lived?"
Instantly panicking Xander said, "What?! Angel, I could have died?!!!"
"Good job on *not* scaring the boy, Watcher. Honestly! I'm not human, I have the tact of a four year old, yet even I knew it was a subject to be avoided."
Ignoring the conversation Angel spoke only to his boy, "I killed it before it could do any real damage."
"Plus he sucked all the poison out of your wound while grimacing!" added a very helpful Spike.
"You were in no danger," Angel pretended his childe hadn't opened his mouth. "I was right at your side." He touched the boy's face and pushed hair out of his eyes. "I wouldn't let you get hurt."
"But it could have? Hurt me that is?"
"They're very dangerous, powerful creatures."
Spike rolled his eyes at the sentimental scene in front of him, it put his fangs on edge. "Pack, eat, shag: whatever come over whenever ye like." He didn't wait for a reply and stalked off into the night.
Giles stood watching the pair. The closeness between them made him feel uncomfortable, an unwelcome voyeur. Under his breath he clucked softly like a chicken. He left quickly.
"Told you he clucked." Xander smirked as he lent against Angel's chest starting to feel woozy.
"You shouldn't be standing," Angel stroked the back of his head, "Let's go to the movies."
Xander was slightly taken aback, Angel went to the movies? He said nothing on the matter though, "Nothing with loud explosions or subtitles: my head is still kinda spinning."
"Sun Cinema's got a cartoon retrospect," suggested the dark vampire with a small smile at his boy. He knew Xander would love it, though maybe the boy wouldn't admit to it.
"Where's my Angel and what have you done with him?" asked Xander with a laugh.
"Everyone gets days off. . . nights in my case. I'm gonna let my hair down and not worry about redemption and world saving."
"Let your hair down? No gel? Gasp!"
"Are you trying to piss me off?" he asked but pulled the boy's chin up from its resting place on his shoulder for a kiss. Something about this mortal made him crazy. "You ok with all this? Bunking in with my childer? Going away?"
"I go where you go," he said with a bright, reassuring smile. Angel could feel his pants tightening at the Xander's words. "But in all, seriousness are you sure about the movie? Can you deal?"
Angel smirked, "You think of me as an adult. You think I'm sophisticated? I may be centuries old but I'm still the boy I was in life, only less stupid and more calm. I died because I was drunk and chasing skirt. That was all I did in my life. The drunkenness you can put down to being a healthy Irish lad and chasing skirt, well- I was a twenty year old healthy Irish lad. But Liam McSwenny wasn't an intellect. I like cartoons."
"Liam?" asked Xander softly. "Pretty name." What he had just said seeped into his possibly concussed head and he blushed.
"Thanks," said Angel noting the boy's embarrassment. "Being changed made me a violent drunk as apposed to a randy one," he felt Xander shudder but tactfully ignored it and just held him. "And getting a soul made me read, because what else could I do with eternity? That's when I did all my growing up."
"You mean?"
"I never killed a demon until I came here. Maybe a few but that was for sport or honor. Until I came here I wandered for a century pitying myself."
"Wow." Xander could think of nothing intelligent to say.
"Let's get you dressed and get packed so we're out of here before Buffy comes."
Smiling Xander said, "You really are planning on dressing me aren't you?"
"Well, you have a hurt shoulder." Angel tried to justify his reason and sound innocent but his leer undermined his statement. Xander took pity on his lover and wrapped a leg around Angel's waist, "Besides," continued Angel, "dressing you means I get to first undress you and worship you in a fitting manner. And then we can go to the ten o'clock showing: it'll be a bona fide date!" He smiled wryly as he walked to the bedroom half carrying his love.
A/N: are people losing interest in this? I haven't been getting much feedback and I'm just wondering what people are thinking.