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Adult ++
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Mischief And Mayhem
Author: Stephanie M
Email Address: wicciangirl51@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters featured in the story. The Buffy characters are property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, WB Network. The Xena/Hercules characters belong to RenPics and whoever else owns the rights to these characters.
Category: Crossover/Drama/Humour
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Xander finally has some fun and deals with Buffy!
Status: Complete
Part 4
Strife and Xander materialised outside what Xander recognised as Angel’s offices in LA. He smiled as he thought of the wonderful joke he could have at Angel’s expense. He quickly outlined his plan to Strife and made himself visible.
Xander ran up the stairs as fast as he could, shouting at the top of his lungs, “Deadboy, help me...please!!”
As Xander reached the top floor the door opened and he found himself in Angel’s arms, not a position he wanted to be. Xander shook from trying to contain his laughter, Angel luckily thought he was shaking in fear.
“What’s wrong Xander? Is someone after you?” Angel said, his voice full of seriousness as he thought about the possible danger.
Xander only nodded unable to speak for fear of laughing, pretending to hide as Strife walked up the stairs, slowly. When Strife appeared at the door, wearing black leather and looking yummy, Xander thought, Angel moved Xander behind him and took up a defensive position in front of him.
“I advise you to move, Angelus before I get angry. You seem to be in my way.” Strife said, his voice like steel.
“I won’t let you touch Xander and my name is Angel” Angel spat out, as he opened his coat to reveal a large axe.
Angel looked on in amazement as Xander moved from behind him and ran into the stranger’s arms before kissing the man on the lips, trying to devour him. The man simply grounded his body against Xander’s as Angel blinked, unable to speak.
Pulling away from Strife, Xander looked at Angel who still hadn’t closed his mouth and let out a giggle. The vampire looked like someone had just told him that Buffy was pregnant with Spike’s child.
“Hey, Deadboy, snap out of it. For some reason you’re important to the fate of the world so you’re coming with us.” Xander said as he clicked his fingers in Angel’s eyes.
“Er... Xander what just happened?” Angel asked apparently finding his voice.
“Long story short, we played a joke on you. I haven’t got long so we’ll just have to tell you the basics.” Xander said as he wondered where to start.
Seeing his love’s hesitation Strife decided to tell the story, it wasn’t like he cared what this Angel thought, and judging by Xander’s memories, he didn’t either.
“My name is Strife the God of Mischief and this is my husband Alexander the God of Mayhem. We got married a couple of hours ago and I could think of a whole lot of things I’d rather be doing.. most of them involving me an’ Xan naked. For some horrible reason the Fates decided that we had to get a group of six people together and you are the first.” Strife said, his angry tone making it clear that he wasn’t happy at spending his honeymoon working.
“Y...You’re a...G...God!” Angel stuttered looking at Xander in disbelief.
Xander decided to prove the vampire that he was a God. He moved his hand and the air moved towards angel in waves, hitting the vampire and making him shake. Xander made Angel see everything that had happened to him; every beating and rape he endured, how much Angel had failed to help him. Then he decided to knock Angel out, it would be quieter, and they wouldn’t have to put up with his brooding. Xander quickly directed a ball of gy agy at the amazed vampire, who fell to the floor.
Strife and Xander ignored the body as they walked towards each other. Strife grabbed Xander’s shirt and thrust him up against the closed door and kissed him, pinning him to the door with his body. Xander retaliated by rubbing his body up against Strife and moving his hands under Strife’s black shirt, teasing his nipples.
“Boys, come on. I know you don’t want to be doing this but get to it.” Ares’ voice sounded through the room, making the Gods freeze.
“Have I mentioned that Pops has awful timing.” Strife said as he moved to kiss Xander again, ignoring his fathers’ order.
“Boys I said Now!!” Ares yelled in the room making them pull apart with one last fast, passionate kiss and a groan.
Looking at the list in his hand, Strife saw that they had to go and collect someone called Daniel…who was in Tibet. He quickly transported Angel’s unmoving body to Olympus and the Gods disappeared, the only sign of their presence was a dent in the door.
“Why can’t we go somewhere fun like a brothel or someplace with a bed?” Xander asked as they appeared in what looked like a monastery.
Looking around he recognised the man in the room as Oz, the one guy who had perhaps been his friend. Making himself visible he walked over to the man and sat down.
“Hi Oz, its good to see you again. I’ve got some things to tell you, most will be a surprise. The first is that I’m gay and I’ve met someone. This is Strife my husband the God of Mischief and as of today I’m the God of Mayhem.” Xander said as Strife appeared and sat down beside them. The only reaction from Oz was a blink.
“Now something else that involves you is that you have been named to take part in a prophecy and we need you to come with us. We will be collecting four others, the first is already back on Olympus...its Angel.” Xander continued, seeing that Oz wasn’t going to speak.
“Sure I’ll come with you.” Oz said to Xander, before turning to look at Strife and speaking again, “I don’t care if you’re a God, hurt Xan and I’ll find some way to kill you”. His voice was like ice as he looked the God in the eye.
“If I hurt him, I’ll kill myself.” Strife promised before touching Oz’s arm and transporting him to Olympus.
“Let’s hurry and get the other four, maybe we’ll be able to get back to our home then.” Strife said as he looked at the list, realising that they had another vampire to collect, what was it with vampires he wondered.
They found themselves in what appeared to be a deserted warehouse but each one knew that the vamp they sought was somewhere nearby.
"Miss Edith was right you’ve come to collect me haven’t you?” A far away sounding voice said as a figure came into the room. Druscilla was wearing a black dress and looked very happy, a fact that made Xander shiver, a happy insane vampire was never a good sign.
“Yes, we’ve come for you...are you ready?” Strife asked, seeing the effect the vampire had on Xander.
She replied, “I’m ready…will you take me to meet Angel?”
“Why don’t you go and see him now, we’ve still got to find some people.” Xander said, making Drusilla disappear to Olympus.
*******
“I can’t believe that we’ve got to take him with us. But I suppose he wasn’t that bad. If he comes after you...am I allowed to kill him?” Strife asked as they looked at the young British man who didn’t know they were there. He remembered how the man had pursued Xander when the boy had been in high school.
“Sure, but I think we need him. Do you really want the rest of the Gods mad at us because you couldn’t control your jealousy? Besides don’t you know that you’re the only one for me.” Placing a small kiss on Strife’s lips Xander said,
“Hi Wes.” Xander said as he made himself and Strife visible. Strife erupted in giggles at the look of fear on the man’s face as they appeared. It was too good.
“We need you to come with us to Olympus. We promise that nothing will happen to you but your very important to a prophecy.” Xander said, trying to soothe the man’s fears.
“Alright, Xander I’ll come with you.” The Wesley said, as soon as these words were uttered Strife made him disappear in a flash of light.
“That wasn’t tnicenice. Now I’ll have to spend time apologising to him.” Xander said, smiling at the scowl that appeared on Strife’s face at the though of Xander spending time with the annoying man.
Giles was startled when Xander and Strife appeared in front of him. He dropped his glasses in shock before seemingly returning to normal and speaking.
“My Lords, what can I do for you?” Giles asked, as he kneeled before them realising that they were in fact Gods.
“Hey G-Man, we need you to come to Olympus and quit it with the Lords bit, its annoying.” Xander said as he wondered just how Giles knew that they were Gods.
“It that’s what you want Xander. Is this anything to do with the prophecy of the Six?” Giles asked curious.
“Yeah, we’ll transport you to Olympus as we go and get the last person and then we’ll explain to everyone. Please don’t tell anyone anything about the prophecy, it’s supposed to be us that fills everyone in.” Xander said as he made Giles disappear, his words echoing inside Giles’ mind.
Strife and Xander next appeared in a dark, lifeless apartment that looked as if it hadn’t been cleaned in a while. Sitting, searching through a spell book was Ethan Rayne. The last man of the prophecy and, in Xander’s opinion the one least likely to go with them. He remembered that they just had to get him to Olympus. It didn’t matter what kind of state he was in. Knowing this Xander hit the man with a ball of energy that knocked the man unconscious. Xander just wanted to get back home and screw Strife into the mattress.
The group of three appeared in Olympus to find everyone sitting silently. Using their powers Xander and Strife commanded each one to sleep for at least eight hours, more than enough for the Gods to have a good time for a while.
“Lets go.” Xander said, as Strife made them disappear in a haze of red and blue sparks.
*******
When they materialised they were in a bedroom decorated in mix of black and red. In the centre of the room was a large bed with black silk sheets. Bedside the bed lay a bowl of oil and candles. On the moves of Xander’s hand the candles lit.
Strife pushed the younger God onto the bed, so the man was on his hands and knees, Strife scooped up some of oil with his fingers. Coating his index finger, the he slid it into Xander’s cleft he started rubbing the oil spread gently around his entrance, feeling the tiny shudders that passed through his love. Xander moaned as the slick finger caressed sensitive skin, then thrust back against the tormenting hand. Probing the small pucker with more determination, the older God pressed inward. Xander gasped as his lover's finger slid in, the muscles tightening around the probing finger.
Watching himself finger-fuck the perfect round ass, Strife groaned with desire and need. Strife pulled out and slid two fingers in, scissoring them to stretch the younger God then searched for the small nub deep in the hot channel.
"Oh Gods . . . please . . . I need you now!" Xander moaned through the haze of desire.
His words were interrupted as Strife grabbed his hips, using his hands to spread the perfect cheeks he'd been caressing, then plunged into his husbands waiting body.
Xander thrust his hips against Strife’s as the Strife pounded into him, driving them him into the mattress in the desire to claim his husband. Xander’s cock rubbed against the mattress, providing a delicious friction that countered Strife's movements. The younger God felt the orgasm rumble in the pit of his belly, radiating out to every part of his body as the hard cock drove into his ass, pushing him further and further towards the edge.
Strife thrust in and out of Xander's body, his fingers gripping the warm skin trying to get deeper and closer with every thrust. His hands skimmed alohe lhe lithe back, across broad shoulders, and down strong arms, locking his fingers with Xander’s. He angled his strokes to hit the younger man's prostate, a whispered "oh, yeah!" encouraging him.
Strife felt Xander shudder as his orgasm began and the muscles in his ass clenched deliciously, making the Strife come inside him with a snarl, Xander shouted “Strife” before coming into the mattress. With a thought the wet patch disappeared and the two Gods fell asleep, their hands entwined, exhausted from their lovemaking.
End Part 4
Author: Stephanie M
Email Address: wicciangirl51@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters featured in the story. The Buffy characters are property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, WB Network. The Xena/Hercules characters belong to RenPics and whoever else owns the rights to these characters.
Category: Crossover/Drama/Humour
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Xander finally has some fun and deals with Buffy!
Status: Complete
Part 4
Strife and Xander materialised outside what Xander recognised as Angel’s offices in LA. He smiled as he thought of the wonderful joke he could have at Angel’s expense. He quickly outlined his plan to Strife and made himself visible.
Xander ran up the stairs as fast as he could, shouting at the top of his lungs, “Deadboy, help me...please!!”
As Xander reached the top floor the door opened and he found himself in Angel’s arms, not a position he wanted to be. Xander shook from trying to contain his laughter, Angel luckily thought he was shaking in fear.
“What’s wrong Xander? Is someone after you?” Angel said, his voice full of seriousness as he thought about the possible danger.
Xander only nodded unable to speak for fear of laughing, pretending to hide as Strife walked up the stairs, slowly. When Strife appeared at the door, wearing black leather and looking yummy, Xander thought, Angel moved Xander behind him and took up a defensive position in front of him.
“I advise you to move, Angelus before I get angry. You seem to be in my way.” Strife said, his voice like steel.
“I won’t let you touch Xander and my name is Angel” Angel spat out, as he opened his coat to reveal a large axe.
Angel looked on in amazement as Xander moved from behind him and ran into the stranger’s arms before kissing the man on the lips, trying to devour him. The man simply grounded his body against Xander’s as Angel blinked, unable to speak.
Pulling away from Strife, Xander looked at Angel who still hadn’t closed his mouth and let out a giggle. The vampire looked like someone had just told him that Buffy was pregnant with Spike’s child.
“Hey, Deadboy, snap out of it. For some reason you’re important to the fate of the world so you’re coming with us.” Xander said as he clicked his fingers in Angel’s eyes.
“Er... Xander what just happened?” Angel asked apparently finding his voice.
“Long story short, we played a joke on you. I haven’t got long so we’ll just have to tell you the basics.” Xander said as he wondered where to start.
Seeing his love’s hesitation Strife decided to tell the story, it wasn’t like he cared what this Angel thought, and judging by Xander’s memories, he didn’t either.
“My name is Strife the God of Mischief and this is my husband Alexander the God of Mayhem. We got married a couple of hours ago and I could think of a whole lot of things I’d rather be doing.. most of them involving me an’ Xan naked. For some horrible reason the Fates decided that we had to get a group of six people together and you are the first.” Strife said, his angry tone making it clear that he wasn’t happy at spending his honeymoon working.
“Y...You’re a...G...God!” Angel stuttered looking at Xander in disbelief.
Xander decided to prove the vampire that he was a God. He moved his hand and the air moved towards angel in waves, hitting the vampire and making him shake. Xander made Angel see everything that had happened to him; every beating and rape he endured, how much Angel had failed to help him. Then he decided to knock Angel out, it would be quieter, and they wouldn’t have to put up with his brooding. Xander quickly directed a ball of gy agy at the amazed vampire, who fell to the floor.
Strife and Xander ignored the body as they walked towards each other. Strife grabbed Xander’s shirt and thrust him up against the closed door and kissed him, pinning him to the door with his body. Xander retaliated by rubbing his body up against Strife and moving his hands under Strife’s black shirt, teasing his nipples.
“Boys, come on. I know you don’t want to be doing this but get to it.” Ares’ voice sounded through the room, making the Gods freeze.
“Have I mentioned that Pops has awful timing.” Strife said as he moved to kiss Xander again, ignoring his fathers’ order.
“Boys I said Now!!” Ares yelled in the room making them pull apart with one last fast, passionate kiss and a groan.
Looking at the list in his hand, Strife saw that they had to go and collect someone called Daniel…who was in Tibet. He quickly transported Angel’s unmoving body to Olympus and the Gods disappeared, the only sign of their presence was a dent in the door.
“Why can’t we go somewhere fun like a brothel or someplace with a bed?” Xander asked as they appeared in what looked like a monastery.
Looking around he recognised the man in the room as Oz, the one guy who had perhaps been his friend. Making himself visible he walked over to the man and sat down.
“Hi Oz, its good to see you again. I’ve got some things to tell you, most will be a surprise. The first is that I’m gay and I’ve met someone. This is Strife my husband the God of Mischief and as of today I’m the God of Mayhem.” Xander said as Strife appeared and sat down beside them. The only reaction from Oz was a blink.
“Now something else that involves you is that you have been named to take part in a prophecy and we need you to come with us. We will be collecting four others, the first is already back on Olympus...its Angel.” Xander continued, seeing that Oz wasn’t going to speak.
“Sure I’ll come with you.” Oz said to Xander, before turning to look at Strife and speaking again, “I don’t care if you’re a God, hurt Xan and I’ll find some way to kill you”. His voice was like ice as he looked the God in the eye.
“If I hurt him, I’ll kill myself.” Strife promised before touching Oz’s arm and transporting him to Olympus.
“Let’s hurry and get the other four, maybe we’ll be able to get back to our home then.” Strife said as he looked at the list, realising that they had another vampire to collect, what was it with vampires he wondered.
They found themselves in what appeared to be a deserted warehouse but each one knew that the vamp they sought was somewhere nearby.
"Miss Edith was right you’ve come to collect me haven’t you?” A far away sounding voice said as a figure came into the room. Druscilla was wearing a black dress and looked very happy, a fact that made Xander shiver, a happy insane vampire was never a good sign.
“Yes, we’ve come for you...are you ready?” Strife asked, seeing the effect the vampire had on Xander.
She replied, “I’m ready…will you take me to meet Angel?”
“Why don’t you go and see him now, we’ve still got to find some people.” Xander said, making Drusilla disappear to Olympus.
*******
“I can’t believe that we’ve got to take him with us. But I suppose he wasn’t that bad. If he comes after you...am I allowed to kill him?” Strife asked as they looked at the young British man who didn’t know they were there. He remembered how the man had pursued Xander when the boy had been in high school.
“Sure, but I think we need him. Do you really want the rest of the Gods mad at us because you couldn’t control your jealousy? Besides don’t you know that you’re the only one for me.” Placing a small kiss on Strife’s lips Xander said,
“Hi Wes.” Xander said as he made himself and Strife visible. Strife erupted in giggles at the look of fear on the man’s face as they appeared. It was too good.
“We need you to come with us to Olympus. We promise that nothing will happen to you but your very important to a prophecy.” Xander said, trying to soothe the man’s fears.
“Alright, Xander I’ll come with you.” The Wesley said, as soon as these words were uttered Strife made him disappear in a flash of light.
“That wasn’t tnicenice. Now I’ll have to spend time apologising to him.” Xander said, smiling at the scowl that appeared on Strife’s face at the though of Xander spending time with the annoying man.
Giles was startled when Xander and Strife appeared in front of him. He dropped his glasses in shock before seemingly returning to normal and speaking.
“My Lords, what can I do for you?” Giles asked, as he kneeled before them realising that they were in fact Gods.
“Hey G-Man, we need you to come to Olympus and quit it with the Lords bit, its annoying.” Xander said as he wondered just how Giles knew that they were Gods.
“It that’s what you want Xander. Is this anything to do with the prophecy of the Six?” Giles asked curious.
“Yeah, we’ll transport you to Olympus as we go and get the last person and then we’ll explain to everyone. Please don’t tell anyone anything about the prophecy, it’s supposed to be us that fills everyone in.” Xander said as he made Giles disappear, his words echoing inside Giles’ mind.
Strife and Xander next appeared in a dark, lifeless apartment that looked as if it hadn’t been cleaned in a while. Sitting, searching through a spell book was Ethan Rayne. The last man of the prophecy and, in Xander’s opinion the one least likely to go with them. He remembered that they just had to get him to Olympus. It didn’t matter what kind of state he was in. Knowing this Xander hit the man with a ball of energy that knocked the man unconscious. Xander just wanted to get back home and screw Strife into the mattress.
The group of three appeared in Olympus to find everyone sitting silently. Using their powers Xander and Strife commanded each one to sleep for at least eight hours, more than enough for the Gods to have a good time for a while.
“Lets go.” Xander said, as Strife made them disappear in a haze of red and blue sparks.
*******
When they materialised they were in a bedroom decorated in mix of black and red. In the centre of the room was a large bed with black silk sheets. Bedside the bed lay a bowl of oil and candles. On the moves of Xander’s hand the candles lit.
Strife pushed the younger God onto the bed, so the man was on his hands and knees, Strife scooped up some of oil with his fingers. Coating his index finger, the he slid it into Xander’s cleft he started rubbing the oil spread gently around his entrance, feeling the tiny shudders that passed through his love. Xander moaned as the slick finger caressed sensitive skin, then thrust back against the tormenting hand. Probing the small pucker with more determination, the older God pressed inward. Xander gasped as his lover's finger slid in, the muscles tightening around the probing finger.
Watching himself finger-fuck the perfect round ass, Strife groaned with desire and need. Strife pulled out and slid two fingers in, scissoring them to stretch the younger God then searched for the small nub deep in the hot channel.
"Oh Gods . . . please . . . I need you now!" Xander moaned through the haze of desire.
His words were interrupted as Strife grabbed his hips, using his hands to spread the perfect cheeks he'd been caressing, then plunged into his husbands waiting body.
Xander thrust his hips against Strife’s as the Strife pounded into him, driving them him into the mattress in the desire to claim his husband. Xander’s cock rubbed against the mattress, providing a delicious friction that countered Strife's movements. The younger God felt the orgasm rumble in the pit of his belly, radiating out to every part of his body as the hard cock drove into his ass, pushing him further and further towards the edge.
Strife thrust in and out of Xander's body, his fingers gripping the warm skin trying to get deeper and closer with every thrust. His hands skimmed alohe lhe lithe back, across broad shoulders, and down strong arms, locking his fingers with Xander’s. He angled his strokes to hit the younger man's prostate, a whispered "oh, yeah!" encouraging him.
Strife felt Xander shudder as his orgasm began and the muscles in his ass clenched deliciously, making the Strife come inside him with a snarl, Xander shouted “Strife” before coming into the mattress. With a thought the wet patch disappeared and the two Gods fell asleep, their hands entwined, exhausted from their lovemaking.
End Part 4