The Future Is What We Make

FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series
TITLE: The future is what we make
AUTHOR: Willie J (aka Lemonychocolate)
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SUMMARY:

Chapter 11

Crawling out from between the two bodies, Xander stumbled exhaustedly into what he blearily recognized as Taryn's bathroom. He was yawning and achy as hell. And briefly wondered where the other two were. He blushed as he recalled everything they had done...hell, everything *he* had done.

He was taking care of his morning routine, when Lourdey lurched into the bathroom, eyes blind. Clenching his toothbrush firmly in his mouth, he grabbed the swaying demon and shoved him gently into the shower. A morning ritual whenever that he performed with Lourdey almost every morning.

As he finished brushing his teeth he heard a low, moaning sigh coming from within shower, his demon lover was rejoining the world of the living. Then a long arm was extended and he was swiftly grabbed, pulled into the shower. And then Lourdey dropped to his knees and swallowed his cock. What a way to start mornmorning, was his bemused thought before the Lourdey's incredibly talented mouth made thinking impossible.

Leaving the bathroom breathlessly while the other finished his shower, he tried to wake Angel, who merely groaned and rolled over. Well, so much for that theory that my Angels are different and decided to let sleeping vampire lie, he snickered slightly. Besides he could smell coffee he hoped that it was Taryn cooking, cause that demon could really throw down with the bacon and eggs. Maybe with company, he could convince the Jaztars to let him eat bacon…he should never have given them that damn book about birthing and nutrition.

Dressing swiftly, he hurriedly made his way into the kitchen and stopped at the sight of Giles and Willow sitting at the huge table.

“Xander...!” Willow exclaimed jumping up to hug her friend and carefully leading over to sit down with all the delicacy you would use carrying a ticking bomb.

“Yes, do sit....” Giles said, jumping up as well and holding out his chair for Xander.

Xander gave them a look. “Wills, Giles…I’ve been through thnd Ind I can totally assure you that there is no possibility of me exploding or going into labor at this very moment,” he promised solemnly, crossing his heart.

“That bad, huh?” Willow flushed in embarrassment as even Giles chuckled at their actions.

“I’ve had worse,” Xander laughingly shrugged. “You should try living with three alpha males who…,” and he broke off, finally spotting the plate of bacon sitting on the counter. His mouth filled with so much saliva that he had to swallow hurriedly several times to avoid drooling.

Giles noticed his fixed stare. “Perhaps you would care for a slice,” he asked grabbing the plate and extending it to Xander, idly wondering if the boy knew he was drooling.

“I shouldn’t really,” Xander replied unconvincingly as he shakily grabbed a piece and inhaled that wonderful aroma…that luscious smell of pork….of fried mouth-watering BACON!

His hand trembled as he slowly raised the strip to his mouth….

“Put the bacon down...” came Taryn deadly hiss from behind him.

Xander whimpered, his eyes tortured as he stared at the mesmerizing strip of pork. “Please, just let me…” he begged, shivering from the alluring smell…
BACON!

Giles and Willow stared in open-mouth shock at Xander and the demon’s behavior.

“Put the bacon down, NOW!” Taryn roared, stalking forward.

Xander scuttled on the other side of the table. “NO! It’s bacon, Taryn, BACON! I can’t do it, don’t ask me to let go of it, please just one tiny bite,” he pleaded, his hand quivering with need.

Taryn eyed him with narrow eyes. “Youngling, didn’t we agree that you were not going to be consuming fatty foods? You know that it’s not good for you right now and according to the book, it’s also not good for the children. Healthy foods are far better for you than that,” he said firmly, gesturing to the strip of bacon still clutched in Xander’s hand.

“But it’s bacon,” came a small distressed whimper.

“I know,” Taryn said soothingly, creeping closer to the trembling young man, until he was finally within distance and grabbed Xander’s hand.

There was a struggle as Xander tried to snuff the strip in his mouth, but Taryn prevailed and removed the bacon from the young man’s grasp. Then he simply held the shaking body.

Xander finally slumped against Taryn, much calmer now. “Thanks man, that was too close.” These food craving were getting too freakin’ intense.

“I know and I apologize for leaving the bacon out,” Taryn replied, angry with himself. “I didn’t know that you would be up so early after last night with...,” his words were quickly muffled by Xander’s hand over his mouth.

Xander smiled nervously at the fascinated Giles and Willow. Talking about him and Angel was not a very good idea considering that Buffy stood in the doorway. And getting her killed in the kitchen before he had his first cup of coffee was NOT how he wanted to start this morning.

“Ah…yes…uhm, good morning Buffy! And what a wonderful morning it is! I must say that you’re looking pretty attractive and perky in a very Britney Spears kinda way,” he chirped brightly.

Buffy blinked. “Uhm thank you…I think,” she muttered the last bit under her breath. Then looking around the room, anywhere but Xander held in the demon’s arms, she asked casually, “Anyone seen Angel yet? I was in his room last, I mean, I checked his room last night and this morning but it didn’t look like he slept there.”

Xander jittered anxiously, carefully looking away from Buffy. He cleared his throat nervously as he met Willow’s narrowing eyes.

Taryn looked down at the youngling then at the Slayer before gently shoving Xander over to the refrigerator.

“Look in there and find some other meat product if you want,” he offered indulgently.

Xander gasped, his eyes darting up to Taryn and forgetting Buffy in favor of something more important....“Meat?! I can have real meat and not that imitation shit that you been shoving down my throat?!” Then his eyes narrowed suspiciously, “What’s the catch?”

“Boy, there is no catch,” Taryn growled, turning impatient that his offer was not more warmly received.

Xander looked relieved at the annoyed look on Taryn’s face. “Ok, it’s just that you were acting too nice so I kinda thought that you was gonna make me do some extra train…,” he broke off at the sudden thoughtful look in the demon’s eyes and groaned.

“Don’t worry so, little father....” and at Xander’s relieved look, he added, “...I’ll be gentle with you.” And a wicked smile crossed his face at the look of horror on the youngling’s face.

Giles turned quickly muffling his laughter. He had some knowledge of Jaztar’s behavior, this demon was acting atypical of a Jaztar warrior. And if he didn’t miss his guess, all thraztaaztars were acting extremely unnatural.

Buffy looked briefly horrified then disgusted at the way Xander and the demon were acting. And he said he wasn’t gay, she snorted to herself. Of course, after seeing all of that yesterday, hell I'd be gay too.

Xander shook his head sadly and wandered over to the fridge. Opening it, he searched inside for a nice meat product and lit up at the sight of steak. “Taryn, can I have steak for breakfast?” He could feel his mouth watering.

“Yes, bring it here and I will cook it for you,” Taryn offered, pulling out another pan.

Dancing excitedly, Xander handed him the steak. Constantly offering comments on the best way to cook it, to which Taryn endured silently with strained patience.

By this time the kitchen was fast filling up as the others stumbled into the large area, halting briefly in astonishment to see a Jaztar patiently cooking breakfast with a chattering Xander firmly attached to his elbow.

Taryn nudged the youngling over to the counter. “By the time you fill a plate, the steak should be done. Not unless you want everyone to eat everything up,” he pointedly suggested, smirking at the upset look on Xander’s face. The boy had to be one of the greediest hu he he had ever met. When he wasn’t eating, he was talking.

Quickly Xander filled a plate with fresh fruits, a bagel and daringly spread cream cheese on it. He hoped that if Taryn was still in a generous mood that he would ignore his little forbidden treat. He watched with wide eyes as Taryn slid the sizzling steak onto the plate and swallowed heavily, licking his lips. MEAT, he almost sighed with pleasure at the intoxicating smell.

Giles, Spike and Cordy stirred uncomfortably at the sensual look on Xander’s face.

Spike shifted restlessly, his pants becoming even tighter, as he watched the expression of wanton need on the pup’s face with hooded eyes as he sipped his coffee.

Giles blinked rapidly and took off his glasses to deny himself the look on the boy’s face.

Sweet Mother of God, if she knew had known that Xander would shape up into such a hot number maybe she woulda put up with his little fling with Willow, Cordy thought, her breath coming faster

Jennes strolled into the kitchen and stopped abruptly, his eyes narrowing as he sniffed the air. Then his eyes began to glow an intense vivid green as he looked steadily at Giles before the fire was hidden behind lowered lids. But when he started walking again, his walk had shifted into a predatory glide of unmistakable menace.

Taryn had turned and rested his back against the countertop as he watched Spike with emotionless eyes. Spike was uneasily aware that the other demon was probably mentally calculating just how fast vampires were rumored to be.

Xander blinked, “Hello…guys?! Hungry human waiting to be fed over here,” he called out, trying to avert disaster, especially in the kitchen before he had time to eat.

Jennes stopped and turned his head almost totally around on his neck. He fixed Xander with an intense stare then slowly relaxed his theninening posture.

Taryn continued to regard Spike, at least until Xander poked him. And he slanted a look down on the human.

“FEED ME....” Xander whined piteously, as his stomach growled with hunger. He had expanded a lot of energy late yesterday.

“You are a bottss pss pit.” Taryn shook his head and took the plate from the youngling. And guiding him to a seat, both he and Jennes began feeding him.

Giles had instantly became still as he took in that dangerous look in Jennes' eyes, wondering what had sparked that predatory look directed at him.

Spike slowly relaxed, sniffing at a well familiar scent and his eyes narrowed as his grandsire filled the doorway. Well now, he smirked, will Buffy ever be surprised. One might even say the bint will be dumbstruck, and his shoulders shook with silent laughter that stopped as he took in the cold expression on Peaches face as the other looked at him.

Angel gave one final deadly look to his idiot grandchilde. He grabbed a mug, poured a cup of coffee and rested his back against the countertop. Sipping and ignoring the wistful looks Buffy was directing towards him, as he plotted a way to get Xander alone.

Lourdey strolled in. “Vampires, there’s blood in the refrigerator for you,” he called as he snatched a piece of fruit off Xander’s plate. Popping it into the boy’s mouth he then grabbed another piece for the youngling, while Xander alternated feeding Jennes, Taryn and now him.

Gunn and Fred watched the feeding with disturbed expressions. “Look, I’m sorry but damn, don’t you know how to feed yourself?!” bur burst out.

It was Giles that answered the man’s question. “Jaztar embryos insure their survival by making the parents essentially dependent on each other. Were it not for their feeding each other, the parents will eventually starve to death since food not by the other parents hands have a distinct tendency not to agree with their bodies.”

But he was also fascinated, Jaztar were the most secretive of all demons, not much was known about them other than the majority of them were incredibly deadly warriors and had little use for humankind. Which brought another matter to mind.

“Xander, if you don’t mind me asking, how did you convince them to agree to this arrangement? That is, if what you say is true,” Giles wondered.

Xander swallowed his food and raised a brow, his eyes steady. “It is true. The way that I convinced them was by mailing them letters. Bunches and bunches of letters. I started writing to them when I first came back and I routed the letters through a bunch of post offices so they couldn’t trace back to me. I told them a lot, at least enough to interest them I hoped. I wrote them a whole bunch of letters for about three years as well as e-mailing them about what my future was like.”

“Is that why you asked me about how to bounce signals?” Willow gasped out, her eyes wide.

“Yeah. They didn’t have much cause to trust me no matter how persuasive and irresistibly I thought I was being. If they knew that I could get pregnant and have queens, I probably would have been locked up in some harem somewhere. Raped, beaten and forced to have child after child for them.”

Taryn, Jennes and Lourdey nodded their heads in agreement as they watched the stunned people.

“If you knew that then I don’t see how you would or even could do such a thing,” Fred said, remembering her years in Pylea with a shiver. She faced that prospect for over five years and she still wondered how she escaped.

Xander looked down, blinking back tears as he recalled that day. “Because I wanted my family back. When I first figured out a way to fix things, I almost had a breakdown at what I had to do, what this meant to my family. And everybody in the hotel was part of my family. And I killed them all, my children, friends…my mate…all dead. While I’ll never…while I will never have my Joce and Mikey back, I will at least have some part of my family,” he said hoarsely, burying his face into Taryn’s shoulder.

Buffy blinked in surprise as Angel gripped Xander’s shoulder tightly in support before crouching down and whispering in his ear. And whatever Angel said made a wobbly smile appear on Xander’s face before he got up and left the room.

Closely followed by Angel with a hand to the small on his back.

“Okay, what the hell is going on,” Buffy demanded of the people in the room.

Taryn and Lourdey blandly gazed at her while Jennes merely watched her with a cool look.

“Giles?” Buffy whirled to face her traditional fountain of information.

Giles looked surprised. “Why are you asking me? Have you forgotten that I no longer reside in the United States?”

Buffy gritted her teeth. “Willow?” she asked almost demandingly.

Willow hesitated, she had a sneaking suspicion of what was going on. She weighed the value of her friends: the Xander that she hadn’t been around much for the past few months and Buffy that she saw practically everyday…

“I have no idea,” she replied softly, lowering her head.

Sighing, “Spike?” with little hope of an answer.

“The poof’s shagging the boy,” Spike said calmly, drinking his breakfast. Whoa, they sprang for the good stuff, he thought peering down at the deep crimson liquid.

There was instant silence before he looked up with a puzzled look, “What?”

“Angel’s screwing Xander,” Cordy said slowly, and a slow smile spread on her face at the expression Buffy now wore.

“That’s impossible! Two reasons, one: Angel’ll will lose his soul and out pops Angelus and two: HE”S NOT GAY!” Buffy shouted, her heart thudding in her chest.

Taryn replied coolly, “The vampire is quite incorrect.”

“See? Told ya!” Buffy sneered at Spike who looked unconvinced.

“Angel and Xander as well as we three enjoyed sex, we did not 'shag' at least not as far as I could tell,” Lourdey shrugged.

Jennes smirked at the dumbfounded look on the Slayer’s face.

Then Dawn bounced into the charged atmosphere.

“Ooooh guess who I saw kissing in the hallway?” Dawn exclaimed, bouncing into the kitchen excitedly.

“Angel and Xander?” Buffy gasped out looking at Lourdey, her face slowly turning white.

Dawn pouted, “Awwww, you already know!” And she snatched ece ece of fruit from Tara’s plate.

Buffy slowly began to get pissed off, unaware that the three Jaztar were now watching her with unwavering attention as their outer guise faded away, revealing their demonic selves.

“That little slut!” She breathed hoarsely. “That was probably why he sent Angel to hell. If he couldn’t have my Angel, then no one could! He must be pretty damn good about sucking Angel’s…,” She broke off with a gasp as Willow haul off and slapped her. Putting every bit of strength she had behind that blow.

“Why is everybody slapping me?!” Buffy shouted angrily, rubbing at her cheek.

“Maybe it’s because you’re a selfish brat! I’m thinking that Giles was right about you being an idiot. Somebody should have put an old fashion beat down on your dumbass a long time ago. And if you don’t shut the hell up I think there’s at least three demons and one pissed off bitch that will more than happy to do it. And I WILL enjoy beatin' the shit outta you,” Willow warned her with a dangerous look in her eyes.

Cordy was surprised. Well, well, well looks like the little mouse finally learned how to roar.

“Yeah, Buffy. I don’t know if you heard anything between drooling over Angel’s ass and co…,” she broke off at Dawn’s interested look. “Anyway, Xander needs a mate to do whatever it is that will save all our lives. OUR LIVES you freakin' moron! God, you make every stupid joke about dumb blondes true,” she said in disgust before getting up and stalking out the room.

“But…but…Angel’s not gay,” Buffy stammered out, her eyes wide.

Spike sneered, “Couldn’t prove it by me the way he usta ride my ass,” he snorted, draining his mug and leaving the room as well.


Angel pushed Xander against the wall outside the bedroom they had shared last night. Nipping slowly at the warm golden flesh as he held the boy’s wrists pressed together against the wall.

Xander was drowning in a sea of lust, his eyes blind to everything but how Angel was stroking the fire within him. Whimpering against the tight grip of his wrists above his head, he hooked a leg around Angel’s waist and pulled the vampire into him as he hungrily kissed the cool mouth.

Mewling softly, he strained slightly against the tight hold before wrapping his other leg around a firm waist, humping greedily against the tightening bulge he could feel.

The lump in Angel's pants had grown even bigger now, and it felt like it would go on growing bigger, something that caused xander to squirm excitedly against his lover.

Groaning at the thought of once again of being encased in Xander's tight heat, Angel fumbled Taryn's bedroom door open and stumbled in with the boy still wrapped tightly around him. He had obviously been taking lessons from the Jaztars, came his dazed thought before they tumbled on the bed.

Sitting up, he quickly shuck flu flushed and aroused Xander of his clothes, also shedding his as well before he got down to the serious art of pleasuring the boy senseless.

Hasighsighs and breathless moans filled the room as they arched and writhed against each other, teasingly.

Xander's eyes were closed in bliss, he looked too beautiful laying beneath him like that, like some kinda wanton angel or something. Especially with that look of sensuous longing on his as as he writhed under him, his body flushed, needy and drooling with desire.

Angel leaned over and laved at Xander's breast, taking the nipple in his mouth and began to suckle lightly, smiling the choked cry from the boy.

“God, yes...” Xander sighed in pleasure, unable to stop his hips from undulating against the hard length he felt between them. He was moaning in heated anticipation, his body arching against Angel's hungry mouth, seeking more of that cool caressing tongue. He cried out again as long fingers began probing his aching nether hole. And he worked his hips faster, deeper on the hard possessive fingers plunging into him.

He whimpered low in his throat when Angel removed his fingers and settled over him, spreading his legs wide in the process.

He pushed solidly into the yawning hole...and Xander opened that simmering ass to him; Angel pumped his hips and he was home, deeply imbedded in the the tight scorching channel. And from the minute flutters around his cock, the length of Xander's sweat glistening neck arched back in pleasure...he could have cum right then and there.

But he needed more, he wanted to jam himself inside this wanton, wild creature until Xander could feel him in his throat; he wanted to plunge into the sweet sultry heat with long hard strokes and then to see the boy writhing in ecstasy for him...only for him. To bring the lithe, supple body to a screaming orgasm that no one ever would ever give him...could ever give him.

He wanted to be the only one that gave this to Xander.

Only him. He wanted the boy always waiting for him...willing and naked; begging for his hard cock to fill that greedy little pucker.

He rode Xander hard and wild; fast and slow; he couldn't get enough of the writhing creature crying out his name with every thrust he made into that tight scorching heat. The way Xander's hips arched and shimmied eagerly under him; those wide, dark eyes seductively beckoning, begging for more.

Harder. Faster. Just more.

Xander was feeling it, oh dear God was he feeling it...every hard lunge of Angel's big fat cock ramming balls deep into his ass. Every thick thrust of that thick meaty shaft burrowing into his flexing hole. His body changed, softened as his rhythm quickened luxuriously and he pressed back urgently on that huge shaft that hammered into him so relentlessly. Constantly shifting to meet every pounding thrust, every salacious movement of Angel's body. And they were together, in this moment, as he rocked with increasing demand against Angel.

Any minute now...

Angel continued to ram himself deep within the luscious body writhing on his dick, nailing the boy to the bed. He was almost blind to Xander as he felt his release surging through him.

It was coming...

God, it felt so fuckin' good to be so tightly enclosed in the boy's wet, hot ass. He groaned in pleasure as he continued to plunge almost desperately into the spasming flesh. He rode Xander wildly, his hands caressing, feeling the sun-baked warm body hungrily he stimulated the writhing, squirming creature to new heights of passion.

Closer...

Angel spread Xander's legs to the side, tilting him up slightly and continued banging into the ravenous sheath...pumping....pounding into the supple body with increasingly forceful strokes. And the power of having the boy completely and utterly his, naked for him, hot, wet, and tight for him...he couldn't contain his lust.

Now....

...and Xander convulsed against him, spewinm bem between them, once, twice, three, four times as he frantically raced after the raging pleasure until the billowing feeling broke inside him, gushing out of him like a volcano...all to the rhythm of his cries and moans.

Angel continued ramming his cock into the clenching channel, giving Xander more of his hard length, feeding their pleasure with short, hard strokes that had him pouring his cum deep into the flexing passage.

Finally, Xander's legs dropped from around Angel's grasp and he sighed as the softening succulent flesh slipped from his body's tight grasp.

“Oh wow...” he breathed out, gazing up at the ceiling, just savoring the intense feeling radiating from his now sore ass.

“Baby, I really think you can do a little better than 'Wow',” Angel wheezed out, rolling over on his back and pulling Xander with him.

“That's a 'Wow' when words just can't describe how you feel,” the other einedined tiredly, his eyes dropping in the backwash of pleasure. God, he felt like he could sleep for a week.

Angel looked down in tired amusement at the head resting on his chest, feeling the body sprawled over him grow limp, before also joining the boy into the arms of Morpheus.


Xander woke slowly and whimpered low in his throat at the delicious ache in his behind when Angel began caressing his ass, trying to arouse him again. And he tried to move away from the cool, intoxicating touch.

Angel grabbed Xander's ankles and pulled the boy back to him. “Uh uh, turn over, I want you on your hands and knees. Now. Yesss, just like that. Now raise your beautiful ass higher, higher.”

“I don't like this...,” Xander muttered sulkily. For the first time, he didn't want Angel, at least not right now. He was sore and so damn tired. God, was that really him thinking that blasphemous thought?

But it was too late since his lover had him positioned just where he wanted him; at the edge of the bed and on his knees as requested. A pose with his ass on prominent display and all Angel had to do was....and he hissed pressing back against the cool hand probing between his asscheeks. And he squirmed with lewd excitement as a languid tongue glided across his clenching pucker.

“Ummm, I don't care. I want that sweet ass wide open for me. Just like this...,” and Angel slid two fingers between the wrinkled flesh, feeling the wetness of his cum still within the warm sleek passage. And Xander cried out softly, pushing back for more.

Angel began to plunge his fingers hard and fast deep into Xander's slick channel, up and down, probing back and forth. Watching as his beautiful, luscious boy succumb to the drugging pleasure. And he was sure Xander didn't expect to want him so soon after cumming so hard and forcefully earlier this morning.

“Ah...ahhhh...oh God Angel....oh...oh....OH..,” Xander moaned, then yelpe joy joy when Angel brushed against his prostate. And he eagerly pushed back for more of those hard fingers, for that cool hungry tongue to continue stroking into him.

“No talking...” Angel's voice was mischievous before he shoved three fingers deep into the hot milking channel. And feeling the contractions within the silken passage he thrust faster, harder into the wildly grasping sheath, twisting his fingers inside the flexing entrance. Watching greedily as his fingers played within the prettily, gripping hole.

Xander moaned, dropping his shoulders down on the bed. And strangled yowl came from his mouth from the penetrating digits twisting deep within him.

“More....you bastard...,” he panted, circling his hips wantonly. “Fill me...,”

“What? You don't like my fingers,” Angel said mockingly as he twisted his wrist and watched Xander's body undulated, dipping and writhing like an exotic dancer.

Xander whimpered and he rocked demandingly on the thick fingers fucking him so thoroughly, “Ummmm....give me more...give me your big dick...”

“Like this...” Angel said as he pulled his fingers out and worked his drooling cockhead into the spasming pucker.

“Oh...oh...ohhhhhh....” Xander's body rocked at that electrifying touch, as that huge head slowly split his ass wide open. So much thicker than fingers. He gasped and arched up higher to accommodate the thick organ while Angel remained perfectly still. Holding himself at the brink, just inside the tight grasping entrance, letting Xander once again know his power and strength.

Xander moaned, pushing back and gyrating to try to pull Angel deeper into his hungry body. Squirming with joy as his lover gave him more...much, much more of that thick slab of meat when Angel began to piston deeply...in and out, in and out...centering dead on his joy button with every lunge of his hard hips.

Cool length in, hard length out.

Again and again, Angel rode the writhing ass. Holding Xander's bottom cheeks wide, he watched the thin skin cling hungrily to his hard shaft with every forceful jab into the luxurious entrance. He felt like he was in paradise while being so tightly encased within the heated moist glove of the captivating boy. So tight, God...he fit so snug, he couldn't stuff himself deep enough in the seductive circlet of flesh.

Xander could feel Angel's hands on his ass, lifting, pulling and pushing him onto his plunging cock. The rhythmic pumping, the languid, scorching haze of possession as he was taken with hedonistic, throbbing strokes of pure ecstasy. And he grasped his own cock in one hot, shaky hand, pulling eagerly on his hard organ in time with Angel's thrusts into his horny channel.

He didn't have to move, all he had to do was just...just...try to remain still, a willing holder of all that unfurling, molten pleasure that Angel was pounding into his insatiable ass.

He could hear himself begging, pleading for something...what, he had no idea. Just that he knew Angel could give it to him, would give it to him as the other grunted in time with the furious thrusts into his lustful body.

Until finally, Angel felt himself stiffening. He could feel it coming as he bore harder into the sultry heat and exploded, plowing deeper into the yielding, pliant body of his lover. Filling the wildly gyrating body to overflowing, as he settled along Xander's back with a long sigh of complete when he heard his lover cry out in his orgasm.


And lying in bed, with a flushed and panting Xander resting once again on his chest, Angel heard the door rattle and he smirked. He had taken the precaution of locking the door, not wanting to be interrupted with his boy.

He tried to tightened his arms around Xander as the young man wiggled out of his embrace. “Xander, this is our time. Let them wait,” he said softly wondering at the amused look on the boy’s face.

“Angel, trust me on this: if they want in, they’ll just smash the door down to get to me. Besides, the kids are going to start acting up very shortly if they don’t get their fix of their daddies.” Xander snickered as he rolled out of bed and grabbed his robe. Padding to the door, he unlocked it and opened it with a quick smile at the cool expression on Jennes' face.

“The door was locked to make sure Buff didn’t come bursting in here at the wrong time,” Xander explained quickly, hoping to forestall a brewing argument.

Jennes just gave him a look that let him know his lie was detected but said nothing other than to give Angel a cold, icy glare.

“Change the sheets while I take a shower, then you will take one also,” was all he growled as he stalked to the bathroom.

“Angel....” Xander wandered back to the bed with a worried frown. “Iu cau can’t accept them in my life twe nwe need to stop what we are doing now. I won’t put my children’s lives in danger because you want me all to yourself. I NEED them, my children need them and they need me too. I don't know when or why, but I love them as much as I love you.”

“You're are risking my health and my babies health because you don’t know how to compromise or share. So you need to decide if you want me now, pregnant and all, and with them or would you rather wait until after the children are born and maybe we can work something out. Lourdey, Jennes and Taryn won’t be so…so..alpha after I give birth.” He looked anxiously at his vampire.

Angel sighed and sat up in the bed. He pulled Xander between his legs and briefly kissed the rounded belly. “I’m sorry…I want to be part of your life, your very pregnant life. I want experience the sight of you giving birth. So, no more jealous fits. They were your first and I should be just grateful that I'm included with them.”

Xander pushed back with a frown. “You think I had sex with them? Before you? Are you nuts?!” He shuddered dramatically.

“Then how did you get pregnant?” Angel looked up at Xander in confusion.

“With a turkey baster, of ce,” e,” Xander snorted. “MY Lourdey told me what would happen if I went the sex route and trust me this is a VAST improvement on how my…the other thems treated me. At least I got you to sorta block them a little.”

Angel looked at him and began laughing softly, then louder as he took in the angry, confused expression on Xander’s face.

“Only you, only you would do something that crazy,” he finally managed to get out.

Xander blushed. “I was actually saving myself for you. I wanted you to be my first. Pretty silly, huh?” He looked away from Angel as he softly admitted his secret.

Angel sobered quickly. “No, pretty touching and I thank you,” he whispered, standing up and kissing those luscious lips softly. “Now let’s get the sheets changed so we don’t offend Jennes' nose any more.”

And quickly they did, just as Jennes came out of the bathroom. Gliding past Angel with a cool remote face, he settled into the bed just as Taryn entered the bedroom with Lourdey.

Xander, with a worried look at Jennes, kissed Angel before darting into the bathroom to take a quick shower and he was quickly followed by Taryn. Then soon came Xander low voice cries of pleasure and Taryn moans of encouragement from within.

Angel tried to ignore what was going on in the bathroom as he regarded the Jaztar that was clearly ignoring him, while Lourdey looked on in puzzlement.

“Jennes, I want to apologize for my ill behavior,” Angel began quietly. “I admit that I got a little jealous of my place in Xander life and I’m sorry that I interfered. It won’t happen again.”

Jennes looked up with an icy expression that sent shivers down Angel’s back. “Vampire, should you ‘pull another stunt’ like that, I will see that lose Xander for the duration of his pregnancy. The only reason why we settled in this ridiculous town was because the youngling didn’t want to lose his friends even though he felt they were drifting away from him. Xander would be very much surprised at how much of himself he revealed to us over the years through his letters and e-mails. He has been hurt, abused, lied to and dismissed by the same people he claim are his friends.”

Jennes sighed. He couldn't stay mad at Angel for too long. Knowing vampires it was a reasonable reaction from Angel.

“Angel, we will not allow anyone or anything to bring harm to our little father…not even our own people will lay a hand on him. So, you may say all the pretty words to Xander, however we shall reserve judgment. We will always be a part of the our little father’s life due to the children. As his lovers e wae wants us or as his friends. If you can not accept us in his life, then you will not be able to accept our children. And vampire, mate or not, you will lose if he has to make a choice between his children and you.”

Lourdey sighed and pushed Angel down on the bed and swiftly engulfing the surprised vampire's penis in his warm hot mouth even as Jennes popped his cock in Angel's open mouth. Groaning softly as a cool tongue lashed at his thick organ as the sounds from the bathroom inc increasingly louder, spurring their pleasurable session on. Maybe sex would cure their vampire of his possessiveness with Xander.

And at the muffled grunt from Angel and the shudder of ecstasy, he looked over his shoulder to see Lourdey gliding in and out between the vampire's bottom hole.

When Xander first entered the bathroom, he was only too aware of Taryn following behind him. So he wasn't very surprised at the low voice command to grasp the tub's rim as his robe was pulled up over his ass. Firool,ool, the warm wetness glided across his aching ass lips, soothing his ache and he gasped, spreading his legs for what was to come.

And he began moaning deeply as Taryn pushed his considerable length deep within him and began riding him to a slow, mind shattering release before they climbed into the shower and bathed. And drying off quickly they made their way back into the bedroom, stopping abruptly at the the sight of Angel making love to Jennes and Lourdey.

Xander leaned against Taryn for stability as he watched the enthralling scene. Feeling a resurgence of his desire, especially when Taryn slipped thick fingers in his still loosen ass.

His breath started coming faster and faster when Taryn lead him over to a chair and sat down in it. He knew where this was going before he was pulled gently down into Taryn's lap and felt that huge organ glide deep into his ass. And he rode that iron bar hungrily, gratefully as they watched Angel fuck and get fucked by the two Jaztars. He willed Angel to look at him and when they locked eyes, he came with a devastating cry as his head fell back on Taryn's shoulder. And he watched with bleary eyes as Angel thrust deeply into Lourdey's ass one last time, his body becoming rigid as Jennes flooded cool fluttering insides with hot cum.

And standing up carefully, Xander allow Taryn to lick him clean, front and back while Angel, Jennes and Lourdey changed the bedding. n hen he and Taryn joined them in the bed.


Later that day, around sunset, Xander hummed happily as he fixed himself a lil’ somethin’ somethin'. With the guys outside exercising, make that beating the hell outta each other, he had just enough time to fix himself a nice little ham sandwich. It may not taste like anything but it would go a long way to satisfy his craving.

"Pork, the other white meat," he softly intoned, snicke to to himself.

“Yeah, while the Jaztars and Angel are away, the Xanman will play,” he snickered at his little joke. Life was good, he thought, adding more meat to his sandwich. Then he paused, his eyes becoming a liquid gray before he slowly finished making his sandwich.

Buffy eyed Xander, her mouth twisting in a sour line of disgust. All this time the little whore been creeping around her man, pretending to be her friend, pretending to care about her. Well, if he cared so much, then why didn’t he do the damn spell a long time ago so her and Angel could be together?! The fact that he didn’t just went to prove that Xander Harris was nothing but a slut and a big fuckin’ liar. He may have everybody else fooled but she knew the truth…he probably cast some sorta spell on Angel to turn gay…yeah that was it! It was a spell. And all she had to do was break the spell and the truth would show everybody what a freakin’ liar and whore he was.

Her eyes narrowed, if she could just prove that he lied about being pregnant that would go a long way towards showing everyone what he really was. Like whoever heard of a man getting pregnant?! Blinking, her eyes fell on a knife on the counter and a nasty grin flashed across her face. Well, here was one way to prove he wasn’t pregnant and her hand tightened slowly around the handle.

"Something I can help you with, Buffy,” Xander asked politely, taking a bite of his sandwich...

“Yeah, you can take your hands off my An….,” her angry words stuttered to a halt.

….and turned around.

Buffy trembled slightly and swallowed heavily, her eyes fixed on his pulsating luminous orbs. The knife fell from her limp hand and slid smoothly into her foot.

She was unaware of the pain as she watched Xander’s eyes slowly fade back to his familiar brown. Clearly this required additional planning and maybe even some research, she thought carefully. She turned to go and screamed at the agony radiating from her foot.

“Ohhhhh,” she moaned, her eyes dazed with pain and uncomprehending as Xander strolled pass her.


By the time he reached his room, Taryn, Jennes and Lourdey were waiting for him with cold, angry faces. Sighing with annoyance, he reluctantly handed over his precious sandwich, eyeing it sadly as Lourdey dumped into the garbage.

“This was clearly our fault,” Taryn spoke tightly. “We should have suspected something when you insisted that your friends, especially Willow, loved bacon, ham and cream cheese.”

Xander shuffled his feet restlessly. “Uhm...they sorta do,” he mumbled looking at the floor.

"We had a very interesting discussion with her a short time ago and I don’t know if you realize this but she's JEWISH!" Lourdey spoke through gritted teeth.

Why did he hafta have such freakin’ honest friends?! Xander huffed angrily.

He heard their sighs of exasperation, before Jennes spoke, “Youngling, the doctor specifically said that pork products may not the best thing to eat at this stage.”

“But he didn’t say that I couldn’t have any,” Xander tried once again to protest this tired argument.

“Same thing,” Jennes retorted swiftly. “The doctor said that pork might not be the best thing for you so you are NOT having any.”

“You're all a bunch of mean ole Jaztars,” Xander slumped down on the bed. “Bet Angel would let me have a ham sandwich.”

“Actually, I won’t,” Angel remarked from the doorway, then came further into the room, “Xander, they are just trying to make sure you are healthy. By the way, do you know why Buffy had a knife sticking out of her foot.” He raised a brow, watching with narrow eyes the squirming boy with even as the Jaztars started hissing.

“See, that’s why I don’t tell you guys shit!” Xander stood on the bed to make his point, “You always start with the Sssing! Do I look upset? Do I LOOK like I don’t know how to handle my business?! NO! So stop with the Thundercats routine and get me some damn food.” By the time he was done he was panting for breath, scared that they were going to ignore him and kill Buffy anyhow. Despite her behavior past and present, he clung to his memory of the redemptive Buffy.

The Jaztars glanced among themselves, then at Angel for clues on how to treat their excitable little father.

With a sigh of exasperation, Angel plucked Xander neatly from the bed and stood him on the floor, “Look Xand, we are just concerned about your welfare. I know that maybe you want to believe the best in Buffy, and maybe I do too, but not at the expense of your life and the lives of the children.”

Faced with the icy resolved expressions on all four faces, Xander knew that that was all the concession he was going to get from them so he had better be satisfied with that.

“Fine, but I’m still hungry,” he replied sulkily.

Jennes rubbed his temples wearily, where was the youngling putting all the food he ate?!