Roomies

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~Part 16: What The Powers Want, The Powers Get~


“Xander, I’ll put it this way: your choices are very limited and no matter what you chose you will walk down the path that the Powers created for you.” Angel was holding the boy by his forearms and staring into his eyes intently. “Doyle has been living with these visions for a while now and he understands them. He’s the only one who can see what is in the visions and I trust what he tells me.”

Running his hands through his hair after pulling out of Angel’s grasp, Xander looked from Angel to Doyle and back again. He walked a few steps away, ending up against the wall of the alley. “I can’t believe this. Not… a few hours ago I was reasonably well off with a job that I was actually good at, the possibility of a new apartment and friends that finally started to pay attention to me again. Suddenly I get a call from Giles saying that you were on your way to town and my world goes to Hell. No, scratch that – I already live in Hell. This is worse… this is the Bronze on Karaoke night with drunken freshmen and Buffy and Willow on chocolate highs.”

The look on Xander’s face tugged at Angel’s heart and for once he pressed his hatred for the boy to the farthest reaches of his mind and approached him again. He grabbed the boy’s chin and pulled it up so that Xander was looking into his eyes again. “Xander I know what you’re going through. So does Doyle and Buffy and everyone else who has ever been asked or told they need to fight for the Powers.”

He paused and turned to Doyle, nodding at him to come foreword. “The choice that you’ve been given is simple. You can accept that there’s more to you then there seems to be and that Powers know exactly what it is. You can embrace the good fight and be known as a warrior of the Powers,” Angel said, looking back to the boy. He spared Doyle another glace and considered hugging the man. The support that shown in Doyle’s was almost enough to give him wings. Angel masked his glee that he had such a worthy friend as Doyle and continued to tell Xander what he needed to hear.

“That or you can walk away much like I did when I was given my first chance. You can pretend that you really are the Zeppo and the donut boy. You can keep up your façade as a dimwitted pizza delivery boy that follows the Slayer around doing little more then providing some comic relief during the latest apocalypse. You can wait until the day that the Powers send someone to you to force you to see exactly what it is you’re needed for.” Angel stepped back and let his hands fall to his sides, limply.

His face reminded Xander of when the vampire had been dating Buffy. The angstful, kicked puppy, “I‘m all ridden with guilt because the blood of so many innocents is on my hands” look. “I’m not going to force you into this Xander. I know that you have to do this willingly. I will warn you though: The Powers won’t stop now. They will keep on sending people to try and convince you of the path that you need to be walking.”

And Xander watched as the vampire turned his back and walked away. Doyle stood and stared at him for a moment before walking away as well but before turning the corner he threw one last look over his shoulder. Xander stared after them and did his best to sink into the wall behind him.

He still couldn’t believe Doyle’s words from minutes before. His simple: “Th’Powers want Xander in LA” had stunned him. He and Angel had never gotten along and according to Doyle; Spike was working for Angel alongside Cordelia. The Powers needed him to work with the only three people outside his family that hated him just for being Xander Harris. Well Spike had a reason but Xander figured that him being a friend of the Slayer wasn’t much.

He sighed.

~~~

Angel found followed his Childe’s scent to the car and stopped as he took in the sight of Cordelia and Spike. They were leaning against the side of his car kissing.

Spike had Cordelia up against the car so the he was standing with one leg between her thighs. One hand was holding the back of her neck while the other was fondling her breasts. His tongue seemed to have taken up a permanent residence in her mouth and his hips were mimicking his tongue’s in and out movements. At the same time Cordelia had both her hands moving from Spike’s ass to his hair and back again.

As suddenly as he had stopped, Angel began walking again. His eyes were burning into the pair making out while leaning on his car. Anyone standing in his way made a fast run for it and soon Angel was standing inches from the pair. His hands were in tight fists and his jaw was clenched. Suddenly a hand shot out and pulled Spike back by his hair. The feel of the blonde’s hair in his hand was somewhat reassuring. Angel just breathed in the scent of his girlfriend on his Childe for a moment. His mouth descended down on the blonde’s and Angel kissed his boy ferociously. He shoved his tongue out and forced his way into the blonde’s mouth. Seconds latter he pulled away and turned and attacked Cordelia’s mouth in the same manner. “Let’s go, when we get home I plan on fucking the rest of the night away.”

He ushered the two into the car and turned to see what was keeping Doyle. He was faced with Xander who was standing there with a dropped jaw. He smirk a purely Angelus smile and held the door open for the boy. “Well?”

Xander recovered slightly and started foreword. “Mind if we stop at my place? I’ll ignore the fact that you’re obviously sleeping with my ex if I can grab some things before I go to LA. Oh, and there *is* a place I can stay, right?”

They were all seated and the car was moving before Cordelia turned around in her seat and spoke. “Well, I’ve got this great apartment that you can have since I’m living with Angel now. It was really weird. I got the apartment then I slept with Angel and I was gunna have it put up again but since you’ll be working with Angel now I guess you can have my would be apartment.”

Nodding his head slowly, Xander gulped. “I’ll live there if you promise not to mention sex with Deadboy *ever* again. I only have one problem. Income could be – "

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, mate,” Spike said, throwing a glance over his shoulder. “Peaches here will take care of the bills. Well, in actual truth I will but he has the money. Just wait until he gets rid of the sexual tension before you start insulting him. He might make you pay your own bills.”

Xander nodded his head again and addressed Cordelia, “So, what’s the place like?”

“Oh, Xander, it’s gorgeous! You’ll love it. I’ve only been there once but the place is great. There’s this one wall that needs to be taken down but other then that it’s perfect. Even you will have to admit it.” Cordelia was fast warming to the subject but the car coming to a halt and Angel clearing his throat stopped her from going on.

“You’ve got fifteen minutes and I’m leaving,” Angel grated without moving a muscle.

Xander jumped out of the car and hurried along the walk even as he felt a cool chill of dread running down his spine. He spared a thankful smile at Doyle who had followed him. There was something about the Irishman that irked Xander but he was still grateful that he would have some help.

Back in the car Angel was waiting restlessly in his seat. He threw looks from the front door to the two sitting next to him to the clock before going through them all again. He jumped slightly when he felt hands on his shoulders caressing and soothing out the forming knots. Sighing, he relaxed into the touch. The hands on his buckle didn’t surprise him as much as the hands on his shoulders had.

When his cock was pulled out of his pants to meet the warm night air he hissed slightly and shivered as a hot mouth took hold of him. He gasped and looked down to find Cordelia looking up at him with mischief in her eyes. He had assumed that the two of them would have been in reversed positions. Spike was the type to fix everything with sex, not Cordelia. He groaned and leaned back as Spike found a particularly tight muscle. At the same time Cordelia began to move up and down over his engorged cock.

Angel chocked back a moan when her fingers messaged his balls while she tried to pull his pants down further with her other hand. Caught up in the sensations that she was creating, Angel could do little to assist her and became vaguely aware of Spike lifting his hips and pushing his pants down to his knees. In an attempt to keep himself quiet, Angel grabbed Spike by the back of his head and pulled the vampire in and captured his mouth; kissing him while massaging the back of the blonde’s neck.

Angel was having trouble controlling himself and it wasn’t often that that happened. Trying to keep himself preoccupied from what Cordelia was doing with her mouth, his hand delved under the brunet’s skirt and he ran a finger along the fabric of her underwear. He chuckled into Spike’s mouth when she stopped her motions and moaned, the vibrations sending chills up and down the vampire’s spine. His hand tightened in Spike’s hair and he plunged his fingers into Cordelia’s sopping core.

In retaliation, the brunet squeezed tightly on Angel’s balls and the hand that had been content on massaging his thigh moved. She pulled back enough to slick her finger with some spit and precum before renewing her efforts on the dark haired vampire. She ran her fingers along his cleft and circled the muscles of his asshole. Spike had his hand down his Sire’s shirt and was fucking Angel’s mouth with his tongue in an obvious parody.

Angel was drowning in the attention he was getting and soon he found that he could barely hold back. His fingers moved and soon he was pressing them against Cordelia’s magic spot and she was cumming. He grinned against Spike’s lips and moaned loudly as the blonde’s hand found his nipple and twisted it sharply. Suddenly, he stiffened. Cordelia had recovered from her orgasm and had shoved her fingers up his ass while still massaging Angel’s balls. Angel bucked three times up into her mouth before cumming with a muffled roar.