Take Me As I Am
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BtVS AU/AR › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
13,431
Reviews:
32
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
TMAIA - 9.
A/N: Sorry no update. Only the betaed version of this chapter.
“conversation”
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Walking out of the Bronze into the alley, Oz and Willow immediately saw what kept Buffy. She was fighting a few more opponents than just two vampires. They had been joined by several more vampires, according to the dust on the ground, and a slightly larger yet spindly blue scaled demon. Oddly enough, or perhaps typically enough, the fight had not attracted any attention. The Sunnydale syndrome was still working. Both Oz and Willow relaxed slightly. They could not detect any more vampires, not even Oz with his wolf-senses, and Buffy could easily handle one demon. Apparently she was toying with him, possibly getting rid of some hidden frustration.
Buffy had heard the door to the alley open behind her. She could not feel any more vampires in the area and the newcomers were not screaming so she figured it was her friends coming to check up on her.
"Be with you in a sec, guys. Just got to get rid of the trash."
"Oh take your time, there's no hurry." Willow's response was flippant as she leaned against the wall. Not at all like the shy and slightly timid girl Oz had met several months ago. Actually, she was nothing like the nervous girl from a few minutes ago. What had happened? And how did the missing Xander fit in? It was impossible to tell by looking at Oz but he was becoming slightly worried. He had realized a while ago that Buffy were sarcastic and liked to quip while slaying but she usually was discreet. Nothing like this; Buffy was silent, besides the greeting she had not said a word to the demon. She also could have finished off the blue demon several minutes ago. It was obvious he could not fight any more; bloody cuts marred his scaly skin and at least one arm was broken. He could not escape either; the alley was blocked by Buffy's petite body. What had made Buffy take out her frustration and anger on a rather helpless demon? As if Oz could not guess. He sighed, ignoring the questioning look Willow gave him. Angel, or more likely Angelus. Oz really did not want to get involved but it seemed he had no choice; they were all living in Sunnydale, after all. Sooner or later the Slayer and the vampire would meet, probably right on top of the Hellmouth.
Perhaps sensing his impatience, or perhaps not wanting an audience anymore, Buffy finally finished off her bleeding opponent. Leaving the now decomposing demon on the ground she walked towards her friends, the smile on her face turned quickly into a frown as she looked at her dress.
"Willow, do you remember how to get blue blood out of my clothes? I really liked this dress," she pouted slightly.
"Yes, don't worry. I've the formula at home." The two girls fell into step as they exited the alley onto the nearby street, Oz following behind them. "I just need to pick up a few more ingredients tomorrow."
"Ok." Buffy turned to look behind her. "Hey Oz? Do you want us to walk you home? It's rather late, there might be more demons abound."
Oz could tell her offer was genuine but it still rattled his inner beast. This Slayer dared to imply he was defenseless?
"No that's Ok," he declined politely. "I got my van here and Devon should still be inside."
They split up and Oz walked back inside. He needed to find Devon so they could leave. Oz had some things to think about.
oo0O0oo
A knock on the door alerted Xander to someone's presence. Angelus' voice confirmed his suspicion.
"Alexander, open the door. I've brought a change of clothes for you." His voice was calm; like nothing out of the ordinary had happened, like Xander had not been humiliated.
Xander sighed and stood up. He knew he could not stay hiding in the bathroom for ever; no matter how tempting the thought was. The no lock-thing and the whole lack of food aside he was neither a fool nor a coward. He had forced Angel into the Master's lair, he had faced down Angelus at the Hospital; he could open the door.
"Alright. Give me a sec."
Xander opened the door wide enough to see the clothes in Angelus' arms. He avoided looking at Angelus' face and just quickly grabbed the bundle of dark clothes. As the door closed once more, Xander could hear the quiet chuckles of an amused Angelus.
Xander put down his burden on the counter before looking it over; a pair of black jeans, a dark red t-shirt and a pair of black boxer briefs. No socks and no shoes, he would ask about that later.
He located a towel and the pine-smelling soap, started the shower and undressed. The soiled clothes landed in a heap in the corner. Xander did not linger in the shower, he half expected Angelus to enter the bathroom for another free peak-show. He quickly soaped up his chest, stomach and genitals; taking care to get rid of his pleasure's evidence.
oo0O0oo
Angelus sat in the small sofa, in the same place where his boy had enjoyed himself earlier. The book and the half-eaten banana lay forgotten on the floor. He leaned back, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could smell the remnants of Alexander's release in the room; he wanted to imprint it in his mind for later. He was still hard and aching but was pretty sure Alexander would freak out if he exited the bathroom to see Angelus fisting his cock.
He waited impatiently for the young brunette to emerge from the bathroom. He heard the shower turn of a few minutes later and decided to arrange himself on the sofa. The furniture was almost opposite the bathroom door and was the first thing Alexander would see. Well, that and a highly aroused Angelus of course. He wanted Alexander to see and to know how Alexander's performance had affected Angelus. The vampire copied Alexander's previous pose almost exactly; one foot on the seat displayed his bent leg and the other on the flat of the floor, the legs were wide open in a v. One hand was on his bent knee, the other was artfully arranged on his stomach just above the dark pants; the pale skin would draw Alexander's eyes towards his hand and the swollen area just below it. Just because he would refrain from masturbation did not mean he would be playing nice.
oo0O0oo
Rupert closed the door behind him with a relieved sigh. Finally home. Hopefully what I found in LA will help us.
He gave the small item in his left hand a quick look. The deceptively plain-wrapped parcel contained a rare book on healing as well as a few esoteric herbs and crystals. Hopefully he would be able to find something that would help his friend and possible future girlfriend Jenny Calendar. She had been terribly hurt a few months back and was now in a deep coma at the local hospital. The return of Angelus had made the woman he had once dated confess her true identity; Jana Kalderash of the same Romany clan that first cursed the vampire nearly 100 years ago. They, the children and he, had felt betrayed by her duplicity and it had taken them a while to speak to her again. Rupert had eventually asked for her side of the story and although he had no great love for gypsies, he did have a great love for Jenny. The night she was attacked was to be their first try of getting back together again.
He locked the door behind him, hung up his coat in the hallway closet and brought his items; the parcel and his overnight-bag, with him into the living room. The bag went on the floor next to his favorite chair, while the parcel ended up on the small coffee-table. Rupert was a bit hungry but even more tired. He had spent the last 24 hours traveling to and from Los Angeles in order to search for the Book of Ithalay. It had taking him several hours just to find the current owner without getting in trouble, then they had to find a common language before beginning a grueling session of bartering. In the end it had paid off; Rupert had gotten the book for a rather fair but steep price. He did not even have to threaten them with his Slayer more than once.
Rupert fixed a small glass of whiskey before sitting down. He took a sip, closed his eyes and sighed contently. He was home and one step closer to his goal.
“conversation”
thoughts
emphasis
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Walking out of the Bronze into the alley, Oz and Willow immediately saw what kept Buffy. She was fighting a few more opponents than just two vampires. They had been joined by several more vampires, according to the dust on the ground, and a slightly larger yet spindly blue scaled demon. Oddly enough, or perhaps typically enough, the fight had not attracted any attention. The Sunnydale syndrome was still working. Both Oz and Willow relaxed slightly. They could not detect any more vampires, not even Oz with his wolf-senses, and Buffy could easily handle one demon. Apparently she was toying with him, possibly getting rid of some hidden frustration.
Buffy had heard the door to the alley open behind her. She could not feel any more vampires in the area and the newcomers were not screaming so she figured it was her friends coming to check up on her.
"Be with you in a sec, guys. Just got to get rid of the trash."
"Oh take your time, there's no hurry." Willow's response was flippant as she leaned against the wall. Not at all like the shy and slightly timid girl Oz had met several months ago. Actually, she was nothing like the nervous girl from a few minutes ago. What had happened? And how did the missing Xander fit in? It was impossible to tell by looking at Oz but he was becoming slightly worried. He had realized a while ago that Buffy were sarcastic and liked to quip while slaying but she usually was discreet. Nothing like this; Buffy was silent, besides the greeting she had not said a word to the demon. She also could have finished off the blue demon several minutes ago. It was obvious he could not fight any more; bloody cuts marred his scaly skin and at least one arm was broken. He could not escape either; the alley was blocked by Buffy's petite body. What had made Buffy take out her frustration and anger on a rather helpless demon? As if Oz could not guess. He sighed, ignoring the questioning look Willow gave him. Angel, or more likely Angelus. Oz really did not want to get involved but it seemed he had no choice; they were all living in Sunnydale, after all. Sooner or later the Slayer and the vampire would meet, probably right on top of the Hellmouth.
Perhaps sensing his impatience, or perhaps not wanting an audience anymore, Buffy finally finished off her bleeding opponent. Leaving the now decomposing demon on the ground she walked towards her friends, the smile on her face turned quickly into a frown as she looked at her dress.
"Willow, do you remember how to get blue blood out of my clothes? I really liked this dress," she pouted slightly.
"Yes, don't worry. I've the formula at home." The two girls fell into step as they exited the alley onto the nearby street, Oz following behind them. "I just need to pick up a few more ingredients tomorrow."
"Ok." Buffy turned to look behind her. "Hey Oz? Do you want us to walk you home? It's rather late, there might be more demons abound."
Oz could tell her offer was genuine but it still rattled his inner beast. This Slayer dared to imply he was defenseless?
"No that's Ok," he declined politely. "I got my van here and Devon should still be inside."
They split up and Oz walked back inside. He needed to find Devon so they could leave. Oz had some things to think about.
oo0O0oo
A knock on the door alerted Xander to someone's presence. Angelus' voice confirmed his suspicion.
"Alexander, open the door. I've brought a change of clothes for you." His voice was calm; like nothing out of the ordinary had happened, like Xander had not been humiliated.
Xander sighed and stood up. He knew he could not stay hiding in the bathroom for ever; no matter how tempting the thought was. The no lock-thing and the whole lack of food aside he was neither a fool nor a coward. He had forced Angel into the Master's lair, he had faced down Angelus at the Hospital; he could open the door.
"Alright. Give me a sec."
Xander opened the door wide enough to see the clothes in Angelus' arms. He avoided looking at Angelus' face and just quickly grabbed the bundle of dark clothes. As the door closed once more, Xander could hear the quiet chuckles of an amused Angelus.
Xander put down his burden on the counter before looking it over; a pair of black jeans, a dark red t-shirt and a pair of black boxer briefs. No socks and no shoes, he would ask about that later.
He located a towel and the pine-smelling soap, started the shower and undressed. The soiled clothes landed in a heap in the corner. Xander did not linger in the shower, he half expected Angelus to enter the bathroom for another free peak-show. He quickly soaped up his chest, stomach and genitals; taking care to get rid of his pleasure's evidence.
oo0O0oo
Angelus sat in the small sofa, in the same place where his boy had enjoyed himself earlier. The book and the half-eaten banana lay forgotten on the floor. He leaned back, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could smell the remnants of Alexander's release in the room; he wanted to imprint it in his mind for later. He was still hard and aching but was pretty sure Alexander would freak out if he exited the bathroom to see Angelus fisting his cock.
He waited impatiently for the young brunette to emerge from the bathroom. He heard the shower turn of a few minutes later and decided to arrange himself on the sofa. The furniture was almost opposite the bathroom door and was the first thing Alexander would see. Well, that and a highly aroused Angelus of course. He wanted Alexander to see and to know how Alexander's performance had affected Angelus. The vampire copied Alexander's previous pose almost exactly; one foot on the seat displayed his bent leg and the other on the flat of the floor, the legs were wide open in a v. One hand was on his bent knee, the other was artfully arranged on his stomach just above the dark pants; the pale skin would draw Alexander's eyes towards his hand and the swollen area just below it. Just because he would refrain from masturbation did not mean he would be playing nice.
oo0O0oo
Rupert closed the door behind him with a relieved sigh. Finally home. Hopefully what I found in LA will help us.
He gave the small item in his left hand a quick look. The deceptively plain-wrapped parcel contained a rare book on healing as well as a few esoteric herbs and crystals. Hopefully he would be able to find something that would help his friend and possible future girlfriend Jenny Calendar. She had been terribly hurt a few months back and was now in a deep coma at the local hospital. The return of Angelus had made the woman he had once dated confess her true identity; Jana Kalderash of the same Romany clan that first cursed the vampire nearly 100 years ago. They, the children and he, had felt betrayed by her duplicity and it had taken them a while to speak to her again. Rupert had eventually asked for her side of the story and although he had no great love for gypsies, he did have a great love for Jenny. The night she was attacked was to be their first try of getting back together again.
He locked the door behind him, hung up his coat in the hallway closet and brought his items; the parcel and his overnight-bag, with him into the living room. The bag went on the floor next to his favorite chair, while the parcel ended up on the small coffee-table. Rupert was a bit hungry but even more tired. He had spent the last 24 hours traveling to and from Los Angeles in order to search for the Book of Ithalay. It had taking him several hours just to find the current owner without getting in trouble, then they had to find a common language before beginning a grueling session of bartering. In the end it had paid off; Rupert had gotten the book for a rather fair but steep price. He did not even have to threaten them with his Slayer more than once.
Rupert fixed a small glass of whiskey before sitting down. He took a sip, closed his eyes and sighed contently. He was home and one step closer to his goal.