Part: (17/?)
Writer: Az K Mello
Summery: Possessions get possessed.
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.
Note: The hill they are on is the one in season three ep 44 where Angel nearly kills himself at the first's insistence. That has yet to happen as this is set in season two but Angel's words here give insight into future actions. The bond herein is explained. It is the same bond as the one in That Damned Happiness Clause. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They drove in comfy silence with the college radio station on low in the background. Xander liked the feeling of the wind on his face as they sped through the night in Angel's convertible. Angel ruffled his free hand through Xander's hair. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Xander's backed bag in the back seat. "This is great! I think this is great. It is great, right? I'm happy," he said softly, "are you happy?"
Xander smiled at his sleepily as his head lolled slightly to one side to look at his lover. "'Very,' to every question." The car came to a halt and Xander sat up slightly to look around. "Wow, great view, where are we?"
"It's nice isn't it? We're up above the mansion on the side of a cliff. I always figured if I went made with grief over past wrongs I would greet the dawn here." He said it in a dreamy voice as if he were talking about a holiday in France and not his suicide.
"But. That's. Not. Why. We're. Here. Right?" asked Xander haltingly afraid of what he might witness.
Angel laughed, "I brought you up here to claim you in front of the most stunning view of the town."
"Good, because I have no idea how to get Angel dust out of leather upholstery. Hey, Angel Dust!" Angel just laughed and pulled the boy to himself for a chaste kiss.
"C'mon, let me show you the view." He said as he pulled at Xander to get out of the car. "I flat out refuse to claim you in a car like some fumbling teenager, blindly hoping things go well." In his sleepy form Xander slunk out of the car unwittingly oozing sex appeal. Angel pulled the mortal to a rock near the edge and sat down with the smaller man in his lap. "See? Isn't it pretty?"
"Beautiful," said Xander but he was looking at Angel and not the view. "Make me yours?"
Angel smiled slowly, "Are you sure? This is the first step to something permanent. And we're not talking tattoo permanent, this is eternal bonding."
"I know, I want this." Xander said with a gentle smile finally completely awake. He was simply basking in the look of joy that Angel was wearing. "I've wanted this for so long." He stood and turned around in Angel's lap so that when he sat back down he was face to face with the vampire.
"God, that makes me happy." Angel smiled and then frowned.
"Whatsdematta?" asked Xander s he stroked Angel's face, "What's wrong?"
"Spike cast that spell because he found out that I will lose my soul if I have a perfect moment of happiness. He thought that our sleeping together for the first time would make me the most happy I could ever be." As he spoke he saw hurt flicker across Xander's face and correctly guessed the root. Finally he was reading his boy correctly again! "And while it *was* amazing it was also scary as hell." He caressed the child's cheek as he spoke. "I was so afraid that you were right and that it was all a spell. I was so afraid that I would wake up and all these amazing feelings would be gone, or that, *god forbid*, I might hate you." Xander smiled widely, pleased that Angel had been thinking about him. "Claiming you is dangerous with this in mind. If anything can succeed in making me perfectly happy. . . I'm shaking just thinking about marking you. I love you with everything I am and I don't know how to claim you as my own without losing my soul to my bliss."
"Is it bad if that makes me pleased?" asked Xander with a smile, "I can make an ancient and powerful being weak kneed."
Angel simply laughed and leaned forward to kiss Xander. "I'm going to have to do something slightly offensive, I'm going to have to spit your blood. Because there is no way in hell that I can taste you like that and not lose it. Once you've claimed me then it won't matter because the bond between us will protect us from harming the other. But until then I can't do it. You're sure you know what we're getting into?"
"Once we're totally mated, both bitten and decided it's forever, I'll be an immortal human bound to you. It's a purely mental condition so if one of us balks in the first few months it will be broken, but if that doesn't happen it's forever. After that point if one of us leaves we'll both die. And the moment one of us gets off-ed we're both dead. But until that day I'll have vamp like senses and strength and no vampire will be able to turn me. We'll have each other's names written all over our auras. And we'll wake up in each other's arms for the rest of eternity."
"So the Watcher's Guides are pretty comprehensive, huh?" Angel deadpanned. Pulling back Xander's collar the vamp looked for a place to bite. He looked to the shoulders, he could cover an old scar with a new one instead of marring Xander's immaculate neck.
As if reading his mind Xander said, "Make it high and distinctive." Angel gave him a questioning look, "I want one scar on my body that I'm not ashamed of. I want a mark that I don't feel the urge to hide. I want to wear it proudly. I love you."
Saying nothing Angel bite into the junction of his neck and jaw about an inch in front of, and a half an inch below his right ear. The mark was wholly visible and outside of a very high turtleneck, nothing would cover it. Xander gasped and Angel pulled back spitting out a mouthful of blood reluctantly. He couldn't wait for the bond to be finalized and he could savoir that rich coppery, slippery liquid in all its glory. "You ok?" he worried about the boy too much, he knew that, but knowing it and actually stopping are totally different things.
"God yes, don't stop." He moaned. Angel laughed, how could *his* Xander be so innocent and wanton at the same time? "Please don't stop." He was nearly sobbing when Angel went back to suckling the wound.
Angel licked his lips and broke away, Xander gave a soft mew, "Anymore and you'll pass out." Xander pulled Angel's head up and kissed him harshly. He could taste his own blood in the other's mouth and smiled. "Thank you," Angel said, "Now make me sad quick before I break the curse."
"Spike says you ate a baby in the Boxer Rebellion."
Angel just laughed, "That's just funny. I need sad."
Xander taxed his mind but came up with nothing sad. So in stead he said something that he knew wouldn't make Angel happy. "At this very moment Spike is rifling through your stuff looking for things to pawn."
Angel growled.
Writer: Az K Mello
Summery: Possessions get possessed.
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.
Note: The hill they are on is the one in season three ep 44 where Angel nearly kills himself at the first's insistence. That has yet to happen as this is set in season two but Angel's words here give insight into future actions. The bond herein is explained. It is the same bond as the one in That Damned Happiness Clause. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They drove in comfy silence with the college radio station on low in the background. Xander liked the feeling of the wind on his face as they sped through the night in Angel's convertible. Angel ruffled his free hand through Xander's hair. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Xander's backed bag in the back seat. "This is great! I think this is great. It is great, right? I'm happy," he said softly, "are you happy?"
Xander smiled at his sleepily as his head lolled slightly to one side to look at his lover. "'Very,' to every question." The car came to a halt and Xander sat up slightly to look around. "Wow, great view, where are we?"
"It's nice isn't it? We're up above the mansion on the side of a cliff. I always figured if I went made with grief over past wrongs I would greet the dawn here." He said it in a dreamy voice as if he were talking about a holiday in France and not his suicide.
"But. That's. Not. Why. We're. Here. Right?" asked Xander haltingly afraid of what he might witness.
Angel laughed, "I brought you up here to claim you in front of the most stunning view of the town."
"Good, because I have no idea how to get Angel dust out of leather upholstery. Hey, Angel Dust!" Angel just laughed and pulled the boy to himself for a chaste kiss.
"C'mon, let me show you the view." He said as he pulled at Xander to get out of the car. "I flat out refuse to claim you in a car like some fumbling teenager, blindly hoping things go well." In his sleepy form Xander slunk out of the car unwittingly oozing sex appeal. Angel pulled the mortal to a rock near the edge and sat down with the smaller man in his lap. "See? Isn't it pretty?"
"Beautiful," said Xander but he was looking at Angel and not the view. "Make me yours?"
Angel smiled slowly, "Are you sure? This is the first step to something permanent. And we're not talking tattoo permanent, this is eternal bonding."
"I know, I want this." Xander said with a gentle smile finally completely awake. He was simply basking in the look of joy that Angel was wearing. "I've wanted this for so long." He stood and turned around in Angel's lap so that when he sat back down he was face to face with the vampire.
"God, that makes me happy." Angel smiled and then frowned.
"Whatsdematta?" asked Xander s he stroked Angel's face, "What's wrong?"
"Spike cast that spell because he found out that I will lose my soul if I have a perfect moment of happiness. He thought that our sleeping together for the first time would make me the most happy I could ever be." As he spoke he saw hurt flicker across Xander's face and correctly guessed the root. Finally he was reading his boy correctly again! "And while it *was* amazing it was also scary as hell." He caressed the child's cheek as he spoke. "I was so afraid that you were right and that it was all a spell. I was so afraid that I would wake up and all these amazing feelings would be gone, or that, *god forbid*, I might hate you." Xander smiled widely, pleased that Angel had been thinking about him. "Claiming you is dangerous with this in mind. If anything can succeed in making me perfectly happy. . . I'm shaking just thinking about marking you. I love you with everything I am and I don't know how to claim you as my own without losing my soul to my bliss."
"Is it bad if that makes me pleased?" asked Xander with a smile, "I can make an ancient and powerful being weak kneed."
Angel simply laughed and leaned forward to kiss Xander. "I'm going to have to do something slightly offensive, I'm going to have to spit your blood. Because there is no way in hell that I can taste you like that and not lose it. Once you've claimed me then it won't matter because the bond between us will protect us from harming the other. But until then I can't do it. You're sure you know what we're getting into?"
"Once we're totally mated, both bitten and decided it's forever, I'll be an immortal human bound to you. It's a purely mental condition so if one of us balks in the first few months it will be broken, but if that doesn't happen it's forever. After that point if one of us leaves we'll both die. And the moment one of us gets off-ed we're both dead. But until that day I'll have vamp like senses and strength and no vampire will be able to turn me. We'll have each other's names written all over our auras. And we'll wake up in each other's arms for the rest of eternity."
"So the Watcher's Guides are pretty comprehensive, huh?" Angel deadpanned. Pulling back Xander's collar the vamp looked for a place to bite. He looked to the shoulders, he could cover an old scar with a new one instead of marring Xander's immaculate neck.
As if reading his mind Xander said, "Make it high and distinctive." Angel gave him a questioning look, "I want one scar on my body that I'm not ashamed of. I want a mark that I don't feel the urge to hide. I want to wear it proudly. I love you."
Saying nothing Angel bite into the junction of his neck and jaw about an inch in front of, and a half an inch below his right ear. The mark was wholly visible and outside of a very high turtleneck, nothing would cover it. Xander gasped and Angel pulled back spitting out a mouthful of blood reluctantly. He couldn't wait for the bond to be finalized and he could savoir that rich coppery, slippery liquid in all its glory. "You ok?" he worried about the boy too much, he knew that, but knowing it and actually stopping are totally different things.
"God yes, don't stop." He moaned. Angel laughed, how could *his* Xander be so innocent and wanton at the same time? "Please don't stop." He was nearly sobbing when Angel went back to suckling the wound.
Angel licked his lips and broke away, Xander gave a soft mew, "Anymore and you'll pass out." Xander pulled Angel's head up and kissed him harshly. He could taste his own blood in the other's mouth and smiled. "Thank you," Angel said, "Now make me sad quick before I break the curse."
"Spike says you ate a baby in the Boxer Rebellion."
Angel just laughed, "That's just funny. I need sad."
Xander taxed his mind but came up with nothing sad. So in stead he said something that he knew wouldn't make Angel happy. "At this very moment Spike is rifling through your stuff looking for things to pawn."
Angel growled.