Life (or Unlife) Goes On
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Xander's Fall
Title: Life (or Unlife) Goes On
Author: AddictedtoBuffy
Pairing: eventual Angel/Spike/Xander or variations on this. This chap X/?/? mention of S/D and A/D
Rating: NC17
Distrubution: Ask and you will receive
A/N: pouts, no one reveiwed. Oh well, would love feedback specially how I've had so many people ask for Xander and now you finally get him.
Chapter Nineteen
Angel’s POV
I sit in my dark office, brooding and appreciating the dark and quiet. I hear a noise outside, course it wasn’t going to last.
“Angel, get out here now.” I hear Gunn yell from his makeshift bed in the foyer, he can’t negotiate stairs so he is permanently out there for the moment.
“Anglecakes, I have a package for you that needs to be deslimed and sobered up.” There is only one person who can call me pastry names and expect to stay alive. Lorne survived. I rush out to see him with my own two eyes, I don’t have to feel guilty for his death but I do feel guilty about what I asked him to do. I wonder why he has come back he made it perfectly clear that he was going to disappear for good. I walk out of the office to see him put a slimed and strangely stiff Spike on one of the hotel’s round couches.
“Hey Lorne, glad your okay but what happened? Is he gonna be alright?” I walk quickly over to them. I don’t want Gunn to know that their might be something going on between Spike and myself but I want to make sure he is okay. I just don’t know where I stand with him. And after seeing him and Buffy together I need to talk to someone from Sunnydale about their relationship. I need to sort a couple of things out for myself.
“Angel. Are you listening, I know your conflicted but focus on the now. As I said he was hit by Fyarl mucus and we need to find an antidote. Lucky for him I’m immune but this wouldn’t have happened if he had just listened to me after I read Drusilla.” That name immediately gets my full attention.
“What??? Drusilla? You saw Drusilla? You read Drusilla? She did this to Spike? To her dark prince?”
“Slow down will ya? Yeah we saw Drusilla. Now what about an antidote?” Spike looks so still and stiff but looking into his eyes I can see a little panic. Shit this must be reminding him of when he was in that dreaded wheelchair. I don’t now much about Fyral demons, I’d better try to find an antidote quickly.
“Its okay, I know the antidote and lucky for you the ingredients were all in your spice and herb rack. After Ethan had turned me into a Fyral I was curious and researched their habits and came across an antidote to the mucus which I kept as I thought it could come in handy at some point.” Giles walks across the room and sprinkles something onto Spike while chanting in Latin. The slime a visible coating on Spike seems to condense and slowly become smaller until nothing is left. Spike jumps up and then stumbles, I automatically put my hand under his arm to steady him but he shrugs it off.
“Don’t. I am drunk and so I’m going to bed, my bed in my room. I don’t need you Angelus.” And with that he turns and makes his stumbling way upstairs while I am left standing there, wishing things were less complicated and feeling like I am never going to get him back.
“Thankyou Lorne, do you want to stay for the night, your old room is free?” I have to get on with business, I can’t give in to the impulse to run up there and beg him to forgive me because this time it won’t work.
“I’ll stay for a while, you look like you need a hand.”
“Angel, Buffy is quite anxious to leave, I’m sorry to say but I have worked out a few things with Gunn and we will have a memorial to all our fallen, I’ll be in touch in the next couple of days to work out a time for the service.” There is a flurry of activity as Willow and Kennedy say goodbye to everybody. Suddenly Willow is in front of me pressing an envelope into my hand.
“What’s this?”
“It’s a spell you can use to make sure Xander can’t leave the hotel.” I go to say something, what I’m not sure but she cuts me off. “Desperate times call for desperate measures and he needs serious help, just think about it okay.” And with that they leave in a flurry of colour and perfume.
**************
Xander’s POV
“Your such a beautiful little slut, aren’t you?” Two pairs of hands roam over my body, cool hands. I moan and press my hips back against the leather clad bulge feeling it rub the cleft of my denim clad ass and forward so that my bound cock rubs against the other leather clad bulge. One mouth licks the blood escaping from the bite marks on my neck while the other whispers dirty erotic little things into my ear. I take another swig out of whatever alcoholic poison I am drinking as we stumble into what I think is the Hyperion’s garden. Its hard to tell with the pills and the alcohol and the blood loss. I’m just floating on pleasurable sensation and so horny, blocking out all the negative stuff so basically blocking my whole life out.
“See that bench seat over there, I’m going to bend you over it and have a go of your nice tight ass.” A hand is playing with my nipple ring and it feels so good, I make sure I moan and gasp and beg for more. A hand is playing with my bound cock making me ache so bad, it takes me a while to notice that another hand has slipped down the back of my pants and is playing with my slicked entrance. “Oh we really are a little slut all slicked and ready for me, bet you would let anyone have a ride of you. Fuck you hard and fast and raw while you are under them begging for more cock.”
“Yes. Please, please.”
“What a whore you are, if you beg real nice while I ride you I might let Darren here fuck your mouth. What do you say slut?” My shirt have been ripped open and I can feel the cool air over my chest. Two hands are playing with my nipples and it feels so good, the tugging and pulling.
“Yes please anything. Just use me, please.” My hips are going of their own accord searching for more.
“Mmm and after I’ve come in that sweet ass, Darren and I might swap until I come all over your face so you know where you belong.” My hand is moved so that it slips into his unzipped pants and grabs his hard cock.
“This in me please use me, fuck me anything you want please.”
“Ohh you are a sweet one and I haven’t even mentioned you having a release.” I feel a pinprick in my neck and then a sucking sensation and realise that one of them has bitten me, the sensation goes straight to my cock and makes me even more desperate. I now know what Riley saw in being bitten.
“Stop that, Darren. You know we were just going to take you and drain you but how do you feel about being our pet, the whole nests pet. Doing what anyone says sucking and riding cock. Begging for it, always naked and accessible, always full. The hand down the back of my pants pushes a finger harshly into my ass.
“Yes, please, yes. I want to be the nest’s own personal whore. Please.” One vampire in front of me playing with my sensitive nipples while licking my neck clean of any blood droplets and rubbing his cock against mine while the other is finger fucking me making sure to miss my prostrate while I’m giving him a hand job. I dimly hear,
“Oh Xander.” Then Darren is suddenly gone, ash. Before I can say anything the other one has gone too and I can feel his ash in my pants. I try to see through my drug induced haze. What the hell just happened? The sight is blurry out my one good eye thanks to the alcohol. I take another long gulp and feel the burn down my throat. The four Faith’s in front of me merge into one. I hear a disembodied voice coming from behind me as the person walks in front of me so I can see that its Angel. How the hell am I supposed to stay in his hotel? What the hell was Buffy thinking? Easy. Get rid of the Zeppo, he is a pain in the ass and not the good kind. She knew I hated him and thought the feeling was mutual course she never knew the real reason none of them ever did, I was good at hiding the truth but I’m sick of it, sick of it all. We save the world for what? So that it needs to be saved again. And does anyone know? So many people I knew have died and does anyone care. No they are too busy going shopping for the next pair of shoes and when I finally protest, when I decide I can’t keep going on like this til a big nasty kills me they don’t understand. Oh shit I’m not supposed to think about this. I take another swig of the bottle and realise that Faith and Angel seem to be trying to get my attention.
“Xander, what are you on and how much alcohol have you had?” He sounds concerned, I laugh hollowly, it’s the only type I can achieve anymore.
“Don’t know. Doesn’t matter. I have the famous Harris iron-clad stomach.” I think my words are slurred but they make sense to me.
“Your friggin bleedin. Come on boy toy you have more sense than that. This way leads madness.” Again I laugh. Do they know what they sound like?
“The homicidal slayer is telling me that my actions are mad. And Faithy you hit the nail on the head. Boy Toy its what I am. Its all that I am. Always waiting for someone supernatural to just take what they want. And you know the worst part, I fucking want it.”
“Xander. Please. You need help.” I drink some more and slowly make my way through a doorway, ignoring Faith and Deadboy. Inside I start walking across the floor but suddenly find myself on the floor. Whoops. Didn’t see those steps. Miraculously I didn’t seem to spill much of my drink, must be ‘cos its almost empty. Its okay my luggage is full of more. I just have to find it. I lean against the stair and take another swig. Looking around this open foyer I can see two people, well ones a person, staring at me. I don’t know either of them.
“Hi I’m Xander and looks like I’m your new resident drunk unless the position has already been filled.”
“Well right now Spike would give you a run for your money, though you seem to have taken self destruction to a whole new level.” The green one tells me, his companion on the hospital bed, is African-American and seems bald.
“Nah Spike owes me for all the times I reluctantly let the undead one stay wherever I was living. Actually maybe I owe him now considering, I’d be totally blind if not for him but maybe being blind wouldn’t seem that bad. I wouldn’t be able to look in a mirror for one thing.” I take another swig of the bottle, my constant companion.
“Is that why you’ve been hanging out with vampires, if your turned you won’t have a reflection.” Ha, Shit I must of said that last bit out loud. I so don’t want the pity fest. I need to try for happy, funny drunk not depressing, melodramatic drunk. I stand up and stumble around getting my balance. I see Faith and Deadboy standing inside the door. Time for one last jab before I pass out.
“Nah, I was looking for a good time and vampires really know how to fuck must be all the experience. But then again I heard someone say that a person always looks for qualities that were in their first. You wouldn’t know anything about that now would you, Angelus?” I stumble and fall, unconsciousness takes me on the way down.
Author: AddictedtoBuffy
Pairing: eventual Angel/Spike/Xander or variations on this. This chap X/?/? mention of S/D and A/D
Rating: NC17
Distrubution: Ask and you will receive
A/N: pouts, no one reveiwed. Oh well, would love feedback specially how I've had so many people ask for Xander and now you finally get him.
Chapter Nineteen
Angel’s POV
I sit in my dark office, brooding and appreciating the dark and quiet. I hear a noise outside, course it wasn’t going to last.
“Angel, get out here now.” I hear Gunn yell from his makeshift bed in the foyer, he can’t negotiate stairs so he is permanently out there for the moment.
“Anglecakes, I have a package for you that needs to be deslimed and sobered up.” There is only one person who can call me pastry names and expect to stay alive. Lorne survived. I rush out to see him with my own two eyes, I don’t have to feel guilty for his death but I do feel guilty about what I asked him to do. I wonder why he has come back he made it perfectly clear that he was going to disappear for good. I walk out of the office to see him put a slimed and strangely stiff Spike on one of the hotel’s round couches.
“Hey Lorne, glad your okay but what happened? Is he gonna be alright?” I walk quickly over to them. I don’t want Gunn to know that their might be something going on between Spike and myself but I want to make sure he is okay. I just don’t know where I stand with him. And after seeing him and Buffy together I need to talk to someone from Sunnydale about their relationship. I need to sort a couple of things out for myself.
“Angel. Are you listening, I know your conflicted but focus on the now. As I said he was hit by Fyarl mucus and we need to find an antidote. Lucky for him I’m immune but this wouldn’t have happened if he had just listened to me after I read Drusilla.” That name immediately gets my full attention.
“What??? Drusilla? You saw Drusilla? You read Drusilla? She did this to Spike? To her dark prince?”
“Slow down will ya? Yeah we saw Drusilla. Now what about an antidote?” Spike looks so still and stiff but looking into his eyes I can see a little panic. Shit this must be reminding him of when he was in that dreaded wheelchair. I don’t now much about Fyral demons, I’d better try to find an antidote quickly.
“Its okay, I know the antidote and lucky for you the ingredients were all in your spice and herb rack. After Ethan had turned me into a Fyral I was curious and researched their habits and came across an antidote to the mucus which I kept as I thought it could come in handy at some point.” Giles walks across the room and sprinkles something onto Spike while chanting in Latin. The slime a visible coating on Spike seems to condense and slowly become smaller until nothing is left. Spike jumps up and then stumbles, I automatically put my hand under his arm to steady him but he shrugs it off.
“Don’t. I am drunk and so I’m going to bed, my bed in my room. I don’t need you Angelus.” And with that he turns and makes his stumbling way upstairs while I am left standing there, wishing things were less complicated and feeling like I am never going to get him back.
“Thankyou Lorne, do you want to stay for the night, your old room is free?” I have to get on with business, I can’t give in to the impulse to run up there and beg him to forgive me because this time it won’t work.
“I’ll stay for a while, you look like you need a hand.”
“Angel, Buffy is quite anxious to leave, I’m sorry to say but I have worked out a few things with Gunn and we will have a memorial to all our fallen, I’ll be in touch in the next couple of days to work out a time for the service.” There is a flurry of activity as Willow and Kennedy say goodbye to everybody. Suddenly Willow is in front of me pressing an envelope into my hand.
“What’s this?”
“It’s a spell you can use to make sure Xander can’t leave the hotel.” I go to say something, what I’m not sure but she cuts me off. “Desperate times call for desperate measures and he needs serious help, just think about it okay.” And with that they leave in a flurry of colour and perfume.
**************
Xander’s POV
“Your such a beautiful little slut, aren’t you?” Two pairs of hands roam over my body, cool hands. I moan and press my hips back against the leather clad bulge feeling it rub the cleft of my denim clad ass and forward so that my bound cock rubs against the other leather clad bulge. One mouth licks the blood escaping from the bite marks on my neck while the other whispers dirty erotic little things into my ear. I take another swig out of whatever alcoholic poison I am drinking as we stumble into what I think is the Hyperion’s garden. Its hard to tell with the pills and the alcohol and the blood loss. I’m just floating on pleasurable sensation and so horny, blocking out all the negative stuff so basically blocking my whole life out.
“See that bench seat over there, I’m going to bend you over it and have a go of your nice tight ass.” A hand is playing with my nipple ring and it feels so good, I make sure I moan and gasp and beg for more. A hand is playing with my bound cock making me ache so bad, it takes me a while to notice that another hand has slipped down the back of my pants and is playing with my slicked entrance. “Oh we really are a little slut all slicked and ready for me, bet you would let anyone have a ride of you. Fuck you hard and fast and raw while you are under them begging for more cock.”
“Yes. Please, please.”
“What a whore you are, if you beg real nice while I ride you I might let Darren here fuck your mouth. What do you say slut?” My shirt have been ripped open and I can feel the cool air over my chest. Two hands are playing with my nipples and it feels so good, the tugging and pulling.
“Yes please anything. Just use me, please.” My hips are going of their own accord searching for more.
“Mmm and after I’ve come in that sweet ass, Darren and I might swap until I come all over your face so you know where you belong.” My hand is moved so that it slips into his unzipped pants and grabs his hard cock.
“This in me please use me, fuck me anything you want please.”
“Ohh you are a sweet one and I haven’t even mentioned you having a release.” I feel a pinprick in my neck and then a sucking sensation and realise that one of them has bitten me, the sensation goes straight to my cock and makes me even more desperate. I now know what Riley saw in being bitten.
“Stop that, Darren. You know we were just going to take you and drain you but how do you feel about being our pet, the whole nests pet. Doing what anyone says sucking and riding cock. Begging for it, always naked and accessible, always full. The hand down the back of my pants pushes a finger harshly into my ass.
“Yes, please, yes. I want to be the nest’s own personal whore. Please.” One vampire in front of me playing with my sensitive nipples while licking my neck clean of any blood droplets and rubbing his cock against mine while the other is finger fucking me making sure to miss my prostrate while I’m giving him a hand job. I dimly hear,
“Oh Xander.” Then Darren is suddenly gone, ash. Before I can say anything the other one has gone too and I can feel his ash in my pants. I try to see through my drug induced haze. What the hell just happened? The sight is blurry out my one good eye thanks to the alcohol. I take another long gulp and feel the burn down my throat. The four Faith’s in front of me merge into one. I hear a disembodied voice coming from behind me as the person walks in front of me so I can see that its Angel. How the hell am I supposed to stay in his hotel? What the hell was Buffy thinking? Easy. Get rid of the Zeppo, he is a pain in the ass and not the good kind. She knew I hated him and thought the feeling was mutual course she never knew the real reason none of them ever did, I was good at hiding the truth but I’m sick of it, sick of it all. We save the world for what? So that it needs to be saved again. And does anyone know? So many people I knew have died and does anyone care. No they are too busy going shopping for the next pair of shoes and when I finally protest, when I decide I can’t keep going on like this til a big nasty kills me they don’t understand. Oh shit I’m not supposed to think about this. I take another swig of the bottle and realise that Faith and Angel seem to be trying to get my attention.
“Xander, what are you on and how much alcohol have you had?” He sounds concerned, I laugh hollowly, it’s the only type I can achieve anymore.
“Don’t know. Doesn’t matter. I have the famous Harris iron-clad stomach.” I think my words are slurred but they make sense to me.
“Your friggin bleedin. Come on boy toy you have more sense than that. This way leads madness.” Again I laugh. Do they know what they sound like?
“The homicidal slayer is telling me that my actions are mad. And Faithy you hit the nail on the head. Boy Toy its what I am. Its all that I am. Always waiting for someone supernatural to just take what they want. And you know the worst part, I fucking want it.”
“Xander. Please. You need help.” I drink some more and slowly make my way through a doorway, ignoring Faith and Deadboy. Inside I start walking across the floor but suddenly find myself on the floor. Whoops. Didn’t see those steps. Miraculously I didn’t seem to spill much of my drink, must be ‘cos its almost empty. Its okay my luggage is full of more. I just have to find it. I lean against the stair and take another swig. Looking around this open foyer I can see two people, well ones a person, staring at me. I don’t know either of them.
“Hi I’m Xander and looks like I’m your new resident drunk unless the position has already been filled.”
“Well right now Spike would give you a run for your money, though you seem to have taken self destruction to a whole new level.” The green one tells me, his companion on the hospital bed, is African-American and seems bald.
“Nah Spike owes me for all the times I reluctantly let the undead one stay wherever I was living. Actually maybe I owe him now considering, I’d be totally blind if not for him but maybe being blind wouldn’t seem that bad. I wouldn’t be able to look in a mirror for one thing.” I take another swig of the bottle, my constant companion.
“Is that why you’ve been hanging out with vampires, if your turned you won’t have a reflection.” Ha, Shit I must of said that last bit out loud. I so don’t want the pity fest. I need to try for happy, funny drunk not depressing, melodramatic drunk. I stand up and stumble around getting my balance. I see Faith and Deadboy standing inside the door. Time for one last jab before I pass out.
“Nah, I was looking for a good time and vampires really know how to fuck must be all the experience. But then again I heard someone say that a person always looks for qualities that were in their first. You wouldn’t know anything about that now would you, Angelus?” I stumble and fall, unconsciousness takes me on the way down.