The Seer

TITLE: The Seer
AUTHOR: Willie J
EMAIL: wmj166@msn.com
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PAIRINGS: A/X
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any part of Buffy et all, not Angel the Series.
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DISTRIBUTION: List Archives
SPOILERS: BtVs S7, Ats S4 HUGE spoilers as a matter of fact
A/N: The scene in Buffy's kitchen never took place between Buffy and Xander, Xander never tried to take Dawn to safety.
BETA'D BY: Kris & James…without them this story wouldn’t make a bit of sense
SUMMARY:

Chapter 3

L.A

By the time they pulled up to the Hyperion, both he and Andrew were literally shaking with exhaustion.

Xander chuckled hoarsely at the look of awe on Andrew's face.

"Wow, what a cool hotel," Andrew exclaimed, then his face fell, "There's not gonna be a lot of space in one little hotel room, maybe I can sleep in the car," looking distinctly unhappy about the prospect but unwilling to go back to Buffy’s camp.

"Andrew, he lives IN the hotel. It's not a paying hotel, it’s their home," he laughed at the look on Andrew's face.

"There must be hundreds of rooms," Andrew breathed as Xander drew him into the hotel, "With real beds, all with their own bathrooms...no sharing with the girls!"

Xander snickered, apparentlyt tht thought appealed to Andrew more than anything. He still couldn't figure out why Buffy refused to let Andrew stay with him.

"Hey Wes, how's it hanging?" he called out cheerfully, blinking at the cool look the man gave him. Damn, whatever happened to ole wussy Wesley? He definitely didn't want to get on this man's bad side, and he casually pushed Andrew behind him.

"Mr. Harris while it is always a dubious pleasure to see you, I must ask if there is some purpose for your presence," Wes regarded the young man, noting the changes that had occurred over the years in Xander. Approving of what he saw, curious as to why was he hiding someone behind him.

"Is there some sort of catastrophe in Sunnydale," he continued hearing Gunn and Fred come down the stairs.

"Sunnydale? Ah nah, man, we blew Sunnydale up a couple of days ago," Xander looked around for Angel.

He didn't see the looks of astonishment cross Gunn and Wes' faces.

"Is Angel around, that's who I came to see," he said trying to contain his eagerness.

"Back it up man, first who the hell are you and what the hell do you mean you blew Sunnydale up," Gunn said sharply, as he came down the stairs slowly.

"His name is Xander Harris," came Angel's low voice from the hallway, "He's here because I asked him to come. And I take it that you were all successful in closing the Hellmouth," Angel finished, with a slight smile on his face, blinking at the sight of Xander with two healthy eyes.

"Deadboy!" Xander exclaimed turning to look at him, then he yelled grabbing at his head, and dropping to the floor.

Andrew dithered helplessly before dropping to his friend's side. But Angel was already there and they both gasped as Xander looked up with milky white eyes.

"Somebody make them stop," he moaned softly at the distressing images running through his mind. He cried out as a huge demons appeared, menacing five people.

"Xander, what is it," Angel whispered hoarsely.

"The demons, they're gonna kill the people," he moaned twisting in Angel's grasp, "You gotta help them, she's just a little girl," he whimpered.

Angel met Wes' eyes in stunned amazement: Xander was the new Seer?!

He looked down, seeing the whiteness fade from Xander's eyes.

"What in the hell was that," Xander panted hoarsely, shivering in Angel's arms.

"Apparently, Mr. Harris, you appear to be Angel's new Seer, his connection to the Powers That Be," Wesley said dryly, already striding to the weapon's closet and loading up.

Angel helped Xander to his feet, "Are you going to be allright," he asked anxiously, peering into bewildered brown eyes.

Xander rolled his shoulders, "Yep, feeling good and ready to kick some demon ass," he said, "Wes, give me one of those big ass swords ya got there and a smaller one for my boy, Andrew."

Andrrinnrinned happily, "And I thought we were gonna just hafta sit around doing nothing," darting forward eagerly and taking the sword Wes helplessly extended to him.

"Wait a minute," Angel shouted, frowning under the puzzled looks the two boys were giving him, "Xander don't you think you need to sit down and rest?"

"Uh, no, I feel fine and raring to go," Xander glanced at Andrew in confusion, seeing the other nod.

"When Cordy had Visions it always brought her intense pain," Angel said slowly.

"Well, I feel perfectly fine," Xander shrugged in dismissal, then his eyes turned white, "We're going to hafta do something about her too," he muttered distractedly, his eyes returning to brown.

Angel looked around, Gunn, Wes and Fred's eyes clearly indicating that this was his call and with a sigh he gestured them all out the hotel.


A few hours later, they stumbled back into the hotel, bruised weary warriors returning from battle with all of them in various stages of high spirits after their victory.

"Wes, can you find Andrew a room to sleep in," Angel said wearily, a decided gleam in his eyes, "And I'll find Xander a place to sleep."

"Very well," Wes nodded wondering about the blush that crossed Xander's dirty face.

"Hey Angel, me and Fred'll lock up," Gunn said over his shoulder, "Oh, nice moves Xander, you gonna hafta teach me that rolling move you did," he said in sincere admiration.

Angel smiled at the pleasure on Xander’s face as he escorted him upstairs.

Opening the door, he listened with half his attention at the babble of words as Xander recounted the fight. He leaned against the door with a quiet smile waiting for the words to cease.

"And then when you did that move, jumping up in the air and POW," Xandhorthortled in excitement, grinning as he remembered the deadly moves Angel made fighting the demons. "You kicked ass!"

He turned and froze at the look on Angel's face, feeling his body start to sing and stir to life.

Angel pushed away from the door and walked slowly to the boy, "Tired," he purred huskily, blowing softly on those lips that he had been fantasizing about for days.

Xander swallowed and trembled, "Depends on what you have in mind," he said hoarsely, licking at his dry lips.

"Well, I thought we would start with a shower," Angel whispered, kissing the sweet lips, feeling them part hungrily for him, "Then we see what else we have the energy to do." He licked and nibbled his way down the dirty face to the boy's neck, pleased to see his Mark still there.

" 'Kay," Xander said shakily, closing his eyes in delight.

"After all, we need to make sure that you get thoroughly clean," Angel purred against the soft lips.

Xander's eyes darkened, remembering the last time Angel made sure he was 'thoroughly' clean and whimpered in need. "Oh "Oh yeah, cleanliness is next to godliness, right," he sighed into Angel's mouth.

Xander revived somewhat under the hot water, washing away the dirt, blood and other filthy matters before Angel decided Xander wasn't quite 'clean' enough. With a low moan of desire, Xander turned and braced his hands against the shower wall as Angel knelt behind him and began to 'clean' him with long swipes of his cool tongue before burrowing his tongue into his clenching ass.
el pel pulled the flexing cheeks open further as Xander arched his ass higher, hungrily thrusting his tongue deeper into the hot tight hole, feeling the muscles inside fluttering and rippling around his tongue. Humming in greedy delight at the low voiced cries the boy was making above him, he pulled his tongue reluctantly from the fluttering little hole. Diving back in and exchanging a long sweet kiss with the pouting rosebud before he stood up, lathering up his hands and cock lavishly.

Slowly he worked a finger into the sweet tempting sheath, groaning at how Xander grabbed at his invading finger, knowing that he would soon be deep in that tight channel.

Xander pushed back hungrily for more, swiveling his hips, trying to follow where ever Angel’s hard caressing finger was directing him. Shuddering in helpless need as he felt Angel slowly add another and begin to fuck his ass with hard choppy strokes. Bracing his hands he shoved back, a high pitched yowl ripped from his throat as Angel's hard fingers caressed his prostate

Groaning in frustrated desire as he tried to do it again and Angel deliberately pulled his fingers back, pressing against his back.

"Uh uh, my boy," Angel whispered, holding the bucking hips immobile with his hard body, plowing his fingers harder into the boy's spasming hole. "Tell me the words, I want to hear you say it! Tell me what you want," he hissed in Xander's ear, ramming his fingers deeper into the clenching ass, smiling darkly at the low moan when he added a third finger.

"I want you to fuck my ass...ugh...I want to feel your big thick cock....oh God!...deep in my tight ass...ramming...yes...yes..umm...give it to me...oh God yes!...I want...ugh...
to...feel...you..so deep inside me...harder, please Angel...that I can feel you in my throat...," he was almost stuttering in his need.

A low moan of distress came from his throat when Angel pulled his fingers from the tight grasp, then they both sighed with pleasure as the cold hard cock was slid home.

Bracing his hands, he rocked back demandingly against Angel, flushing slightly at the hoarse chuckle from Angel.

"Greedy little thing aren't you," Angel purred, biting softly at Xander's ear, his hand trailing around and slowly fisting the hard drooling cock in time with his lazy thrusts.

"Angel, please," Xander gasped desperately, "Don't tease me...I need...I want...," he broke off with a yowl at a particularly hard thrust from Angel.

"Like that," he heard Angel groan, "Or maybe like this," with a heavy lunge, Angel hips slammed into his defenseless ass.

"YES! Just give it to me," Xander gasped, arching and bucking onto the thick cock ruthlessly pumping into his ass.

"Then hold on, baby," Angel grunted and his hips began to work faster, slamming deeper into the hot ass gyrating on his cock, the low keening cries from his boy encouraging him to fuck him deeper, harder....faster.

"That's it, baby," Angel snarled, twisting his hips, "That's it, work those hips for me, c'mon baby, move that dy ldy little ass, yea that's it, work it." He circled his hips before thrusting his cockper per into Xander's needy ass, nearly lifting the boy off his feet.

"You want some more," he growled, with a brutal flexing of his hips, "Take it!"

"YES! I want it," Xander howled, working his hips salaciously, driving his ass back onto the hard pole rutting deep in his hungry body. Angel began riding him with rapacious violence and was pulling savagely on his spurting cock...twisting, rippling, cumming from the dual sensation of taking Angel's huge cock up his ass and his own cock being ruthlessly fisted.

...and then the long streaming gush of sensation inundated him, drowning him in cool ocean of intense pleasure....

And he rammed deeply into the boy's milking channel....a second before he felt himself coming, with Xander's hard cock erupting over his hand...and he fell into a deep satisfying release so long and powerful that it pulled every drop of cum from his cock, filling the boy's fluttering channel to overflowing.

They sank bonelessly to the floor of the shower, Angel still deeply embedded in the tightest ass he had ever known, just listening to the boy's ragged breathing, surfeited with pleasure.

Slowly he pulled his softening cock out, smiling briefly at the quick instinctive tightening around his cock as the boy tried to restrain him, mewling in distress.

"C'mon love," Angel said tenderly to the weary figure..

"Carry me," Xander said with a tired satiated smile, gasping as he was swung up in Angel's arms. "I was just joking," he gasped with wide eyes.

"But I'm not," Angel said quietly striding quickly to the bed and nestling the boy into his bed.

Xander looked around, "Uhm, this is your room," he said tentatively.

"Of course, where did you think I was going to put you," Angel snorted and pulled the weary sated body to him.

"What will they say when they realize I'm sleeping with you," Xander said worriedly, his eyes darkening with concern.

"They can say anything they want as long as I don't hear it," Angel said with a low growl, his eyes turning gold.

"You'll choose me over them," Xander twisted in Angel's arms, his eyes wide in astonishment.

"Yes, I'll choose you, over them....and over me," Angel looked down, smiling at the pleasure that lit the dark gaze.

Xander wiggled in happiness as he felt his lids become impossibly heavy, hist tht thought of wonder.


They woke up several times, their bodies instinctively coming together in passion. Xander had barely woken up the last time as Angel slid inside his still loose hole, sleepily rocking against into thrusts and dropping back to sleep as soon as he felt cool fluid fill his ass.


Wes was sitting downstairs drinking tea when he became aware of the young man that Xander had brought with him, hovering in the doorway of the kitchen.

"Yes, may I help you," he said coolly, then blinking under the torrent of words that poured out.

Holding up a hand, he raised his voice, "STOP! You are looking for Xander, correct?"

Andrew looked at the man in confusion, "Yeah, that's what I just said. I got up and I've been wandering all over the place looking for him."

Wes shook his head, that wasn't quite what the boy had said. Beginning with their arrival last night and the fight, somewhere within those babbling words he had managed to figure that the boy was looking for Xander.

"Perhaps we should check with Angel, as he was the one to find Xander a room to sleep in," he said as he got up and strolled up the stairs closely followed by Andrew bouncing behind him.

Knocking quietly on the door, he waited with strained patience for Angel to open the door. For some reason he was feeling particularly...flustered around the young Andrew.

He focused on Angel as the door open and the vampire looked at him with an unreadable look in his eyes, but then the only time he had been able to read the look in Angel's eyes was when he tried to smother him, he thought ruefully.

"Yes," Angel yawned, blinking at the sight of the two men.

"Andrew was looking for Mr. Harris and I felt you would know what room he was in," Wes said blinking a little at the strange look in Angel's eyes.

"There you are," Andrew exclaimed happily, ducking quickly under Angel's arm and approaching the rumpled bed, and kneeling on top of the covers, "Xander, I've been looking all over for you. My clothes and stuff are locked in the car. Do you think we can go shopping today? I think I'm gonna need some new clothes because the ones that I packed are not really the kinda clothes that cool warriors like us wear. Do you think I can get maybe some black clothes? Maybe Angel can teach me how to fight like him and I'll be just like Luke Skywalker when Obi Wan Konobi taught him how to use a Light Saber but I don't think Angel has any. I think I'll look really cool dressed in black, don't you," he sighed dreamily, lost in his vision of coolness.

Xander sat up slowly under the barrage of words, looking helplessly at the composed Angel and the look of disbelief on Wes' face.

"Yeah, we'll go shopping later on," he nearly snickered at the look on Wes' face, "Why don't you give me a couple of minutes to shower and get dressed, then we can go shopping, huh," he suggested.

"Okay," Andrew bounced happily off the bed, "Bye Angel, hurry up Xander. I wanna get me some new cool clothes." And he trotted away.

Wes looked in horror at the amused look on Xander's face, there was no doubt in his mind that the boy was naked under the sheets. His eyes shot to Angel, leaning against the doorjamb.

"Angelus?" he croaked backing away, barely reassured at the laughter coming from the rumpled bed. Keeping his attention on Angel? he completely missed the sight of a very naked Xander grabbing a robe and sliding into it.

"No," Angel sighed, "For some reason I don't lose my soul with Xander," he gave a hard glare at the smirking boy.

"You mean this isn't the first time?" Wes was just itching to feel a stake in his hand or better yet to get the hell away.

"No," Angel said shortly, there was absolutely no need for Wes' to know the intimate details of his sex life, he grinned to himself, now that he has a sex life to brag about. He felt like crowing or better yet slamming the door in Wes' face and slamming his cock back into Xander's ass.

"Look, we're going to see the Oracles today to find out why I didn't lose my soul and we're gonna find out why Xander is now my Seer," Angel explained tersely.

"Oh," was all Wes' could think to say, he heard Gunn and Fred come up behind him and Angel's muttered, 'I probably need to invest in an intercom'.

"Wha' up?" Gunn looked at the tense faces of Angel and Wes'.

He peered into Angel's room and saw Xander lounging in a chair, "Say man, if you need some clothes to sleep in ya shoulda asked me....Angel stuff is all silk and shit," he wrinkled his nose in distaste, wondering at the look of amusement on Xander's face.

"Uhm Charles, I don't think he's wearing pajamas," Fred whispered, quietly she thought until she heard the laughter ringing out from Xander.

"Look, here's the deal," Angel said shortly, "Xander and I are lovers, I'm not Angelus...okay?!. I didn't lose my soul, we're going to see the Oracles to find out why, so everybody get the hell away from my room!" He ended with a shout.

Fred watched him warily, before leaning closer to Wes, "Are you sure he's not Angelus?" She blinked at the howling laughter that came from Xander at Wes’ smooth reply.

"Quite sure, Angelus was much smoother," with that Wes turned and left.

With a shrug Gunn grabbed Fred and they headed for the kitchen.

"You were not a lot of help," Angel said severely to the laughing boy, his lips twitching in amusement.

Xander stood up and cross over to him, linking his arms around broad shoulders, "I know, I know but you gotta admit it was funny," he cajoled a smile out of Angel. Moaning softly at the feel of cool hands caressing his hips and a coonguongue parting his lips and slipping inside.

"Mmmmm," he sighed into Angel's mouth, "But I promised Andrew I'd take him shopping for 'cool' clothes."

"Xander, I hate to be the one to break it to you but all the clothes in the world won't help him," Angel shook his head ruefully.

"Hey, I used to be where Andrew is," Xander said with a smile, "Look at me now," he raised a brow.

Angel pushed Xander's robe open, "Mmmmm, and I do like what I see," he purred huskily, reaching for a hard rising cock only to have his hand slapped away.

"Uh uh," Xander said firmly, "Besides, I promised Andrew, remember." He pressed a brief kiss to Angel's lips, "When we get back, I'm all yours," he whispered huskily, his eyes darkening with desire before he moved away, heading for the shower.

Angel came out of his daze, "But Xander, I can be fast," he protested following the boy to the door.

"I don't want fast," Xander said firmly and he cast a coy look over his shoulder, "I want it nice and slow, hard and deep." With a slumberous look on his face, he dropped his robe, giving Angel a glimpse of the succulent golden flesh of his human’s ass before the door was slammed firmly in his face.

"You just wait," he yelled through the closed door, "I'm gonna have you screamin' my name later."

The door opened swiftly, "Baby, I always scream your name," Xander shot back sweetly before slamming the door again.

This time Angel heard the shower come on and walked away muttering about 'mean cock teasers'.

After the promised shopping event, Angel and Xander headed for the Oracles. Quickly making his offering, they passed through.

"Whoa, can it get any whiter in here," Xander exclaimed looking around, he blushed at the low chuckle that came from the two figures walking towards them.

"You must be Alexander Harris," the female smiled at the red-faced boy. She exchanged pleased smiles with the males.

"Clearly you didn't need anymore hints from us to solve your problem," the male said dryly to Angel.

"Problem? What problem," Angel looked at them in bewilderment.

"Your soul problem," the female said in some exasperation, "We gave you not one, but two Seers before you finally got it right with the third. Do you realize how difficult it was to find suitable matches for you."

Xander began to laugh softly at the flummoxed look on Angel's face, "Angel, what they are trying to say is that all this time you had the answer to your soul problem with your Seers."

"You mean to say that I wouldn't have lost my soul with Doyle or Cordy," Angel gasped out unaware of the smile disappearing off of Xander's face.

"Of course, why do you think we gave them to you," the male snapped before sighing, "Angel, do you really think that the gypsies are more powerful than we are, that we can not easily overrule their curse? Xander Harris was originally scheduled to be your Seer after Doyle's death, however it was felt that he was needed far more in Sunnydale than at your side."

Angel looked at Xander and sighed as the boy looked away. "Xander, I didn't mean it like that," he said softly. "Four years ago, could you really imagine us together like this," he said quietly, turning the dark eyes to him.

"No, but maybe you wish that it was Cordy in your bed rather than me," Xander couldn't help but to mumble, squeaking in shock as his lips were ruthlessly seized. His mouth opened automatically under the commanding lips, a cool tongue caressing his, inviting it out to play. He moaned hungrily, his hands twisting and burying in Angel's hair before he felt his lips released with a sigh of bliss.

"That was then, this is now," Angel said harshly, "I want you in my life and no other. Buffy, Doyle, Cordy they are all the past, nothing exists but you and I. Don't start trying to create problems where there are no problems, Xander Harris!" He ended his words with a quick kiss to the boy's forehead.

"Are we okay on this," he whispered pulling Xander to him.

"Yeah, we're cool," Xander whispered back, smiling in delight, before leaning in and kissing Angel.

"Perhaps you would like us to create a room for you here," the male's ascetic voice broke through the passion stirrihrouhrough them, and they guiltily pulled away.

"Is that all of your questions," the male looked at them.

"Wait," Xander said, "I had lost my eye..," he faltered under the horrible memories of pain, drawing support from Angel's hand. "I lost my eye in a fight against the First, actually with Caleb. But now, I have two perfectly healthy eyes," he said quietly, "Why."

"Xander Harris, in order to be a Seer you must have two healthy eyes… granted, with some minor modification but you need two of them," the female said with a slight smile.

"Xander doesn't have headaches like Cordy did also," Angel said, "Cordy had to bond with a demon to be free of the blinding pain."

The male sighed softly, "That was a mistake on our part as we did not foresee Doyle passing on his Visions in the kiss he gave her, it normally does not work in such a manner. The Chase family has a long history of family members dealing with intense migraines, one family member even committed suicide rather than suffer through another year."

"Each vision she received triggered a migraine attack and her migraines intensified with each vision. This was how they were able to convince her of her forthcoming death. Unfortunately, Cordelia compounded the problem by listening and believing Skip rather than coming to us instead. Once she did that, she was almost cut off from us."

"So Xander's not gonna die," Angel said softly, a slow smile spreading across his face.

"Xander will not die until you are dead," the female stated quietly.

Both Xander and Angel froze at that, "Come again," Xander said hoarsely, his jaw dropping in shock.

"Your lifespan is now equal to Angel," the male stated coolly, "How else are you to function as his Seer if you were to die, because as we said to Angel, this is his last one."

"If he can not keep his Seers healthy, then he just can't have anymore," the female said with a firm nod.

"That's all right," Angel said hastily grabbing Xander and pushing him to the door, "Don't worry we can find our own way out."

The male raised a brow, "Are you quite sure you wouldn't like us to prepare a room for you here, I assure you it will be no trouble."

"No trouble at all," the female echoed his words solemnly, her lips twitching slightly. "There is much to be said about peace and quiet."

"NO!" Both Xander and Angel shouted as they made for the door.


They landed outside with Xander breathing heavily. He glanced at Angel and they rushed back to the hotel, hurriedly stripping off their clothes once they reached the hall and slamming into their room, caressing each other with greedy moans of passion before Angel forced Xander down on the bed.

Angel climbed up the foot of the bed, hungrily watching his boy...his for the taking, spread out before his greedy eyes like a delectable feast and he knew just where he wanted to start feasting. He buried his face between Xander's legs, feeling the shiver overtake the seductive form. Xander's body straining up against him, and he pulled the pliant body closer, tighter to his ravenous mouth. Xander's body bucked against him, trying to thrust deeper into his mouth, exciting him all the more as he held those bucking hips still.

Hard, thick and musky...and all his; smelling the rich scent, where it was strongest; he could never get enough of inhaling the arousing scent of Xander, he mused.

Xander cried out, moaning as his body writhed against the crushing grip Angel had on his hips, thighs...pushing them apart. Screaming hoarsely as he felt the icy wet caress flicker across his clenching hole, then slowly worm its way in.

"Angel," he screamed at the dual sensation as Angel took up a firm rhythmic pull on his flexing cock.

Angel worked his tongue deeper into the tight pucker, he couldn't get enough of the boy. He wanted to chain him to the bed and never let him leave the room. Always willing, always ready---and always naked for him, just for him...only him. His body was so sweet, hot, delicious---and all his.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Xander chanted, feeling every flicker of that cool tongue in him, caressing him. Every shifting movement of Angel's hair brushing between his sprawled legs, every expert movement of his lips, his tongue gliding into him.

Again and again Angel slid his tongue deep into the velvety clenching flesh, seeking the taste of his Xander, holding the boy's hips as he pushed his face deeper into the hot flesh. He screamed; and Angel felt Xander's whole body shiver and flex. He pushed himself deeper into the clenching muscle, fluttering his tongue ravenously in the hungry little hole, greedily kissing the sweet rosebud. Pulling every shred of sensation from Xander's writhing body before he pulled away, letting the boy collapse on the bed in a panting heap of pleasure, as he felt Xander's cum flow over his hand.

And when Xander began pushing him away, moaning, "No more, no more...", he finally eased himself away with one last regretful lick to the sweet, delectable hole and crawled up beside Xander. He felt like ramming himself deep into that sweet little hole he had just consumed, the boy was too fuckin' beautiful just sprawled out against the black sheets with his eyes closed and that soft sensuous look of sated pleasure on his face.

He was so beautiful in the aftermath of his pleasure that he couldn't resist taking his boy again. He was aroused again and huge with wanting to be encased in Xander's flexing sheath.

His hand stole down to the soft wet cock and slowly he began to stroke the beautiful flesh back to life, smiling at the shuddering moan from Xander. He leaned over and took a taut nipple into his mouth, worrying at the tiny morsel of flesh. Feeling Xander's hand steal up into his hair as his lover moaned and arched his body against his mouth.

Sometimes, he just liked to suck on them because they were so sensitive that he knew he could make Xander cum just by that alone.

"Angel, please," Xander moaned softly, shaking under the dual sensation. He couldn't help but to cry out as he looked down and saw Angel feeding, sucking on his nipples, his hand wrapped tightly around his cock, stroking him back to full arousal. Then he felt Angel slide two fingers deep inside and caress his prostrate, "Yes!" he hissed, shoving his ass down on the invading digits.

He pulled Angel's head up and ruthlessly attacked Angel's mouth hungrily, groaning at the taste. He whimpered softly into Angel's mouth as Angel shoved a third finger deep into his ass, wrenching his mouth away with a harsh cry of pleasure, working his hips frantically trying to force them deeper.

Angel watched the wanton movements of those tantalizing hips and slowly added a fourth finger, seeing how Xander froze then relaxed with a soft mewl of pleasure, pumping his hips tentatively.

Slowly, he parted the beautiful cheeks and slid his aching flesh home, feeling the clenching, spasming muscles tighten around him with fierce pressure.

Xander caught his breath at one particularly long, slow lunge and began moaning, "Oh....God...please....That feels so fuckin' good---harder....more---give me more....oh! It feels sooo fuckin' good---more...more....deeper....oh! God Angel give it to me, fill me up, fuck me harder...yes! Yes!....like that," Xander panted hoarsely, headhead arching back.

He was feeling it, every long stroke, every hot fuckin' thrust into him. His body changing, writhing on the thick cock filling him, meeting every stroke with a lascivious movement of his own.

He could feel it coming...it was coming...he was cuming and he let go with a long wail of joy. His body convulsing against Angel, riding out his orgasm, his spurting shaft erupting between their bodies bathing them in his fluid.

Angel rocked deliberately into the flexing sheath, tightening around him in Xander’s orgasm, he clenched his teeth against the painful tightness, thrusting deeper, deeper still into the grasping channel....mine!

One more thrust.....mine...

And it took one last long, hard lunge and he was gone, crashing over the edge, into intense wracking pleasure, bathing Xander's insides with his cum, feeling the pulsating hole milking him of the last ounce of cum from his body.

They had fun for the next couple of months with Xander now working as Angel's Seer and permanent bed partner. Of course, Gunn wasn't exactly fun with his stalking around the hotel, muttering about them constantly fucking like rabbits.

Hey, they were horny and Angel was trying to make up for lost time. Besides, they were finding so many interesting places to have fun...

---in the elevator, Xander kneeling before Angel raining hot kisses all over his cock, squeezing and caressing the hard length, licking and pumping him, sucking him, coming deep within that avid sucking mouth, coming all over the boy's face until he was sucked bone dry.....

---in his office, bent over his desk, pounding deep into the tight heat stifling his cry in Xander's shoulder, feeling the silent shout the boy gave in his hand and the shudders shaking him.....

....on the kitchen table late at night, Xander's legs thrown over his shoulders as he fucked him, the blind look of ecstasy on the boy's face....

...Angel had quickly discovered his favorite way of waking was to hot wetness surrounding his cock, the steady pull, tugging as a hot tongue wrapped around his rapidly stiffening cock, feeling Xander's soft hair gliding gently between his thighs....

...Xander had swiftly figured out his favorite way of waking was feeling Angel's icy, wet tongue worming deep in his twitching hole, hungry moans of enjoyment coming from behind him as Angel feasted on him and always slept best after getting a deep hard fucking and Angel licking him clean....

...or the thrill of almost getting caught in a dark alley behind a garbage dumpster with him on his knees, with Xander facing the wall, slowly licking the spasming pucker, preparing his boy, relishing the gasps and moans from Xander. Then the low harsh moan as he sank his hard shaft home....

...or playing in Xander's ass while he was on the phone, slowly fingerfucking Xander while talking to a client, watching his boy squirm and shimmy on his fingers would get him so hard, that he would finally put the phone on mute, bend Xander over his desk and fuck him to hell and back....

They had a great time, a lusty sex induced great couple of months...that is until Buffy showed up, of course.


Wes knocked hesitantly on Angel's bedroom door, incredibly glad not to hear the constant moans and screams that were usually coming from the room. At least he and Andrew were far more discreet, he thought virtuously. With the exception of almost getting arrested in the park, he smirked remembering how loud Andrew had gotten that night.

His face softened, despite that fact that they had been lovers for the last two months, there was always such a look of sweet innocence on the young man's face. He learned the hard way to let Andrew stand on his own, be his own man. He was surprised, however, at the fierce protectiveness among Gunn's friends towards Andrew, maybe it was something about Andrew that reminded them all of their lost innocence. They treated Andrew like a favorite younger brother, roughhousing with him, looking out for him and teaching him how to handle himself on the streets. Not that anyone ever had any intention of letting him out on the 'streets' alone, he shuddered in horror at the thought.

He started, coming out of his reverie at Fred's voice, "They're downstairs in basement with Andrew," he heard her drawl over her shoulder as she head down the stairs.

He turned and followed her, turning down the hall to get Angel.

"Hi y'all, what can I do for you," she looked quickly at the small crowd of people in the lobby. She frowned at the look the short little blonde girl gave her. Had they met before?

She glanced over at some of Gunn's friends, they shrugged disinterestedly.

Jay, however, kept a wary eye on the blonde girl who was seriously get'n on his last fuckin' nerve. Girlie looked like his blackness would rub off on her, like he would even think about talking to a uppity bitch like her.

Buffy looked disdainfully at the skinny girl, "You must be Fred," her lip curled slightly, obviously no competition from her.

"Buffy, I really don't think this is a good idea," Willow remarked quietly, a slight look of pain in her eyes. Still reeling slightly over the fact that Kennedy had left her.

She had had numerous calls from Xander and Andrew. Xander, of course, wasn't saying anything about what was going on, however, Andrew was a fountain of information, her lips twitched.

If what she suspected was going on, somebody was going to get seriously hurt, she eyed Buffy with a cool look, and it wasn't gonna be Xander.

Dawn plopped down on a step, "Buffy, I agree with Willow. Obviously, Angel's gotten over you so let the man alone and let's find Xander." Life just wasn't as much fun without either Spike or Xander around, she pouted, feeling her eyes sting with tears at the thought of Spike.

Buffy rounded on her, "Look, face the fact that Xander doesn't want anything to do with us." Her eyes were angry and annoyed. She still hadn't gotten over that stupid song he sang that last day.

Dawn looked at her spitefully, "He don't want anything to do with you, not me. He likes me," she retorted smugly, her eyes wide.

Jay exchange glance with Tommy, both hiding smirks---little girlie got some fire in 'er. They could hardly wait 'til Xan got upstairs.

"Xander?!" she squealed and was instantly on her feet rushing over to him. Feeling his arms wrapping around her in a long tight hug of comfort, warmth and safety.

"What are you doing here," she pulled back to say.

"I live here," Xander looked at her, before strolling over to the waiting people.

Buffy blinked, Xander?! This was Xander?! When did he develop those muscles and that way of walking. She licked her lips running her eyes over the loose sweat pants hanging low on his hips and bare torso. Shivering in lustful desire.

Ww blw blinked and raised a brow at the physical and more importantly the emotional change in Xander. He walked with smooth effortless grace, that drew the eyes irresistibly to his crotch. He looked as if he finally knew who he was and making no apologies to anyone.

She looked behind him and gasped, Andrew?! What happened to the skinny little geek from three months ago. She smiled helplessly back at the huge smile that suddenly crossed his face.

"Willow, what's up mutterfuder," Andrew chirped, happily bouncing up and down.

His eyes widened at the silence spreading in the lobby.

Jay blinked and sighed, "Ah, Andrew...Andy let's have a little talk okay," he got up turning and giving a fierce glare at the snickering Tommy and Carlos, knowing who was responsible.

"It's because I'm white, right," Andrew looked miserable, "I just wanted to sound tough."

Jay rubbed his chin, he really didn't like hurting the little guy, "Look, it's not that...it's..it's, c'mon Xan, help a brother out," he looked helplessly at a smirking Xander.

Angel appeared behind Andrew and exchanged a quick look with Xander.

Willow raised her brow as Xander immediately left Dawn's side and went to stand slightly to Angel's side, an unreadable look on his face.

"Okay new Andrew rule no. 61. Andrew, you are not to use any words that you do not know the meaning of or how to pronounce," Angel said with a sigh.

"But Angel, I gotta sound tough," Andrew turned to him anxiously, his eyes alarmed. "Warriors like us have to sound tough, right, and wear lots of black clothes."

"Willow! Look at my clothes, I'm wearing black because black looks cool and I look really cool in them, don't I," he said, turning eagerly back to her, bouncing excitedly.

"Angel says that I look real warriorlike, he's teaching me and Xander how to fight," he continued, his words tumbling over each other.


Angel shook his head wearily, if Andrew lived for a thousand years he didn't think the boy would ever sound tough. He looked at the wide-eyed look of sweet innocence and hoped the boy never became tough and lose that look.

"Tommy, Carlos you guys are going to stop teaching Andrew those words."

"Sorry man," Tommy said with a little grin, "He just sounds so funny talking like that."

"Yeah, but you're gonna get the boy in trouble," Jay growled angrily, looking at them grimly.

"Naw, we got his back," Carlos said quietly, sobering up and his eyes were cold.

"Yeah, nobody betta fuck with him when we're aro" T" Tommy said fiercely. Somebody lay a hand on Andrew and somebody was gonna draw back a nub.

"Angel," Buffy said softly, giving him a coy look under her lashes. "I was kinda hurt that you didn't call or anything," she walked to him with a deliberate roll of her hips.

"I was busy," Angel said shortly. The only thing on his mind right now was getting Xander upstairs, in the shower and fucking his brains out.

"Well, obviously not too busy to take in a couple of strays like Xander and Andrew," she snapped out waspishly.

Angel raised his brow, "I had already asked Xander to join me in L.A. a few months ago. He choose to wait out the battle with you instead. The offer was still open," he shrugged, "And he also brought a valuable addition to the agency." He gave a quick look to Andrew who blushed.

"So Buffy, mind telling me what you're doing here," Angel leaned against the countertop, looking up with a quick smile at the sight of Cordy slowly coming down the stairs.

"I heard voices," she smiled, "And decided to investigate." Her eyes turned flat as she looked at Buffy, "Oh it's you. Well, that was fun, I'm going back up stairs."

"Oh no you don't," Xander sprinted quickly for her, "You are downstairs and your staying down here. Besides, it's almost time for yo exe exercise with Gunn," he smirked.

"Oh lucky me," Cordy looked at him deadpan before they both burst into chortles.

"I know that you two were talking about me," Gunn announced calmly as ran lightly down the stairs, "That's why Cordy I'm gonna open up a can of whoop ass on you."

"Ha, you wish," Cordy sneered back as she made her way slowly down the hall with Fred and Gunn in close attendance.

"What's wrong with her," Willow asked quietly her eyes concerned.

"Look, we didn't come here to discuss Cordy," Buffy said coldly, "And I'm quite sure that they don't want to talk about it."

"Actually WE don't mind," Xander gave Buffy a cool look, "Cordy's been in a coma for about three months and she's slowly getting her strength back."

Xander blinked, his eyes going wide. Willow gasped as his eyes turned a milky white and she saw how Wes, Angel and Andrew snapped to attention.

"Four D'nake demons, 42nd and 3rd Street," Xander said standing stock still his eyes unfocused, "Family of five, hiding in their van."

Slowly his eyes cleared, becoming brown again as Andrew went to the weapons' closet and began tossing out axes and swords.

"What the hell was that," Buffy snapped, shaken.

"Xander's my new Seer," Angel responded calmly, checking his sword.

"You have got to be kidding," Buffy looked flabbergasted, "Xander Harris, a Seer." She began to laugh and her laughter petered out under the cold looks everyone was giving her.

"C'mon, we're talking about Xander," she gestured trying to get them to see the humor.

"I don't think they find you funny, Buffy," Dawn said softly.

Buffy's mouth set stubbornly, "Well, if he's supposed to be some sorta Seer then I want him back."

"I'm not your toy, Buffy to be demanded back when you see someone else having a good time with me," Xander lips quirked and he exchanged with quick look at Angel. "You threw me away, remember? So don't look so shocked to see that he wants me."

Willow turned around and snickered softly in her hand. Ooooh Xander was a bad boy!

Buffy sighed, pretendiefeaefeat, "Well, it's a long way back to Cleveland," she peeked at Angel, "Would you mind if we stay here, if we promise to be good," she stared seductively into Angel's eyes, slowly licking her lips. Smirking to herself at the flash of desire she saw in Angel's eyes.

Man, what I wouldn't give to have Xander on his knees with that hot mouth wrapped around my cock, was Angel’s distracted thought, imagining what he was going to be doing to Xander when they got back. He was going to be 'doing' Xander, he thought with a licentious gleam in his eyes.

Calling for Fred, he asked her to find rooms for their 'guests'.


Coming back from the fight, they stumbled tiredly into the hotel. Helping each other up, groaning softly as a bruise flared in pain or a sore muscle protested the strain of movement.

Propping Xander against the wall, Angel opened their bedroom door and carried the tired boy into the room, and into the shower. Quickly washing the dirt and blood off of each other, hissing as a bruise was bumped accidentally.

Getting out of the shower and drying hastily, they tumbled into bed.


Gradually waking up, Xander stumbled into the bathroom, quickly taking a leak, washing his hands and brushing his teeth before crawling back into bed. Reaching under the pillow for the lube, he hastily prepared himself as he began his pleasurable morning wake up call to Angel.

Angel woke up slowly, sighing in pleasure at the hot wetness surrounding his cock, the greedy moans of enjoyment from the dark head bobbing over his cock. Groaning as he felt the succulent tongue lash at his hard shaft, wing ing the lewd sight of his boy preparing himself for his early morning fuck.

"Enough," he sighed in regret, eyeing the golden flesh working with licentious abandon on Xander’s own fingers.

Shifting around on the bed, Xander crouched on his hands and knees, and looked over his shoulder at the hot look of rapacious desire on Angel's face, wiggling with need.

Both hissed in pleasure at the long slow glide of the thick shaft into it's second home.

Bracing himself, Angel began a lazy ride into Xander’s hot narrow sheath, feeling the muscles smoothly flexing around his cock, gripping and releasing. He had taught the boy very well, was his hazy thought. Their early morning fucks never seem to last for very long, he thought, feeling his balls beginning to tighten up.

Spurred on by the low moans of earthly delight from Xander, he began to savagely pump his hips into Xander's ass.

Xander's arms were trembling with the strain of maintaining his stance, finally at one hard almost brutal lunge from Angel, he collapsed to his forearms, crying out as Angel went even deeper at this angle.


Buffy was determined to talk to Angel, she just knew that if she could talk to him, that he would be hers once again. She carefully looked around the hall and with extreme nonchalance she made her way to where she knew Angel slept.

Frowning at the odd cries she was hearing, she opened the door and froze in shock.

"Get out," Angel never stopped his furious pace in Xander's ass as he looked at Buffy with hot golden eyes and growled.

Ignoring her, he sped up his pace in the sweet tight ass, barely aware of the door clicking closed....closer...yes...there...and with a howl he came deep in Xander's hot rippling sheath.

He had looked up at the sound of the door opening, his eyes glazing over as he felt his release so close, seeing the look of shock on Buffy's face he had almost lost his erection at the sight of a horrified Buffy standing in the doorway. Thank God Angel kept his priorities straight.

He had heard the growl from Angel at Buffy to get out and maybe after he came he would feel horribly embarrassed, but dear God, not now...not when he was so close to coming. When he felt Angel coming and that low howl of satisfaction, he came so hard it felt like his bones were going to break.

Collapsing in a tangled heap of arms and legs, Xander breathed raggedly.

"What do you think she's gonna do," he husked out, his ass fluttering around the cock still buried in his ass, feeling it stiffen and grow hard inside him.

"Well, if she's lucky she'll go away," Angel pulled slowly out of his boy, gathering him in his arms knowing that soon the sheer total embarrassment would be hitting in a couple of minutes. Looking around, he got to his feet pulling Xander after him and sat down in his favorite chair, pulling Xander down into his lap, cuddling in the easy chair.

5..4..3..2..1 With a knowing smirk, he waited.

Xander sat up with a gasp of horror, "Oh my God," he cried softly, "She saw us having sex."

"Yup, maybe she got some pointers," Angel chuckled, trying to dodge the half-hearted blows Xander was laying across his head and shoulders before relaxing against him.

"Man, she is gonna be pissed," Xander muttered, wiggling at the hard cock poking him in the back.

"Mmmm," Angel said distracted by the wiggling ass, he dropped his hand into Xander's lap and started idly pulling on the hardening cock.

Xander twisted in his lap, his eyes heated with desire as he leaned in for a long, mindblowing kiss.

Buffy ran downstairs frantically, "Wes, quick where's your stakes?!"

Wes looked at her with cool eyes, not moving an inch, "Why do you need stakes?"

"Angelus," Buffy said simply, pacing back and forth, keeping a wary eye on the stairs.

"What about Angelus," Cordy came limping into the lobby.

Buffy flushed, "I...I...uhm....wanted to...talk...to Angel..and...," she stammered to a halt under their amused eyes.

"And you probably saw Angel fucking the shit out of Xander huh," Cordy remarked, "Hey Wes, what happened to the water in the fridge."

"I think Andrew drank it all," Wes looked over his shoulder.

"HOLD IT!" Buffy shouted, "Isn't anyone concerned that Angelus is coming."

Cordy snickered, "Actually it's more like Angel is cumming." She started laughing heartily, "Boy, I crack myself up sometimes,” she gasped, wiping the tears of mirth from her eyes.

"But he'll lose his soul," Buffy yelled.

"Not anymore, and especially not with his Seer," Wes said, looking bored.

"Whaddaya mean, not with his Seer," Buffy demanded, "I thought you were his Seer, don't tell me he screwed you." She sneered at Cordy.

'Nope," Cordy shook her head, "He didn't know about that part until after Xander got here. From what I heard, they got buck wild just before the big Sunnydale bruhaha." Cordy leaned forward confidingly, knowing that Buffy was gonna hit the roof.

Buffy looked like she was going to pass out, "He was sleeping with Xander back then," she said faintly.

"I don't think they got much sleep the way they go at here, but hey, you'll have to ask Angel. But don't be surprised to find that he'll rip your head off. He's very protective of Xander." Cordy smirked, with any luck the dumb blonde'll ask and whaddaya know, the world is less one Buffy 'the Bitch' Summers...life can be good.

"He can have sex now," Buffy smiled slowly and wiggled her hips.

Cordy eyed her sardonically, "Buffy a piece of advice for you, I probably wouldn't care overly much if Angel killed you, ya know," she began conversationally, "But I really wouldn't like to see what it would do if Xander wound up killing you."

Buffy ignored her, "Xander wouldn't hurt me, he can't hurt me." And strolled away.

Wes looked at Cordy, "Shall you make the funeral arrangements or shall I," he said drily.

Cordy waved a hand, "Awww, let Willow do it, she helped bring the bitch here."


Two days later, surprisingly, it was Andrew that figured out the perfect solution to their Buffy problem, at lunch. Sweet, innocence, gentle Andrew.

They sat at lunch in angry silence, everyone casting ugly looks at both Buffy and Angel.

Buffy had a smirk on her face at the furious and hurt look on Xander's eyes each time he glanced at Angel and the unreadable look on Angel's face.

Looks like my plan is working quite well, she chuckled silently. Guess all those nights of researching finally paid off. It's amazing what a little Decken root, ground into powder can do to vampires, she licked her lips almost moaning. Her panties becoming wet as she recalled the few times that she convinced Spike to take the powder, the equivalent of Spanish Fly for humans. She had been barely able to hobble out of the bed, he had fucked her so hard. The blind look in his eyes exciting her, knowing that all he wanted was to fuck, and fuck and fuck her, the wall, anything as long as he could cum.

She had even screamed Angel's name a time or two and he had never even noticed. Lost in the power of the root, blind to everything but the need to fuck and cum.

She gave Angel a little sideways look, quailing slightly but rallying under the hostile look he gave her. She gave him a coy smile, blinking at the disgusted look on his face. She knew he wasn't gay, the only reason why he was fucking Xander was because Xander was an easy fuck.

She snorted, well she put a stop to THAT nonsense last night. It was amazing what they sold in L.A. these days, she smirked. She picked her moment very carefully, making sure that Xander was out on a case before sneaking upstairs into Angel's bedroom and blowing the Decken powder in his face.

She almost giggled remembering the look on Xander's face when he walked in on Angel fucking her. He had looked like he was going to break into little pie lik like his world had came to an end. Good! She thought viciously, that's what he gets for trying to take what belonged to her. Angel belonged to her, he always had and he always will belong to her.

A silent giggle shook her shoulders at the argument that had raged this morning, as Angel tried to explain, but Xander was too angry and hurt to listen. But she knew she had to move fast before Xander softened and did listen...she knew just how gullible he was, considering how many times she had played him herself.

Andrew regarded his friends with a sad look in his eyes. He had heard the argument raging upstairs.

At first, he had been a little worried when he saw Buffy sneaking into Angel's bedroom yesterday but ignored the concern. He knew Angel would never do anything to hurt Xander. But he had been shocked and horrified at the noises coming out of Angel and Xander's bedroom, especially since Xander wasn't there.

The animalistic screams coming from the bedroom, he frowned, reminded him of something...but what? Something to do with....he blinked as he recalled a conversation he had had with Spike, about...he blushed...sex.

His eyes widened, "Decken root," he gasped, turning horrified eyes on Buffy’s suddenly angry face.

"Shut up," she growled, her eyes flashing as she got up slowly from her chair.

"No," Angel said sharply as Andrew quailed in his chair, "Let him speak."

"He's obviously an idiot," Buffy shot back, stalking around the table, "He's too stupid to know what he's talking about."

"I do so too know what I’m talking about," Andrew straightened up angrily, trembling as he faced her. "Spike told me about Decken root and what it does to vampires. He said it makes them do...do..THINGS with people," he stammered.

"What!" came the chorus from the table as angry eyes turned to Buffy.

She ignored them, looking at Angel unrepentantly, "I had to convince you that you weren't gay," she tried to explain and gave him a coy smile, "And by your performance last night, you obviously were convinced."

"Oh my God," Dawn whispered looking at her sister horrified.

Willow's hand had tightened around the handle of her knife, her knuckles white with strain.

Xander was literally shaking with murderous rage, his hands balled into fists.

Angel growled, speaking through clenched teeth, "You almost cost me Xander you dumb bitch!"

"Don't call me a bitch," Buffy yelled at him.

"Okay, how about tramp, whore, slut," Cordy chimed in. They should have killed her when she first walked in the door, she seethed with fury.

Gunn, Fred and Wesley were equally horrified, remembering the screaming fight that Xander and Angel had had upstairs. Feeling ashamed of the way they had treated Angel, they should have known he would never hurt Xander like that.

"You shut up, you little snail," Buffy snarled at Cordy, smirking at the flinch Cordy gave.

"You don't talk to her like that," Andrew stood up bravely, inwardly shaking with fear.

"Or you'll what," Buffy laughed harshly, she looked distastefully at Angel and how he was standing by Xander's side, "To think I wanted you," she spat out, "Spike was a much better fuck than you'll ever be," she said maliciously.

Angel smiled tightly, harsh vicious words slipping out, "He should be, I taught him everything he knows," he gripped Xander's arm, feeling him flinch. He looked at Xander
with regret in his eyes.

Xander slowly smiled and kissed him, a soft promise in the touch of his lips.

"Grrrrr, disgusting," Buffy spat, "God, I should've let you wear that damn necklace instead of Spike, I wish he was here."

"Dawn get your things, we're leaving," Buffy snarled, her eyes angry as she regarded the gentle look on Angel's face as he looked at Xander.

Dawn trembled, "No, I'm not going anywhere with you. You've become a mean, vicious bitch...and I don't want to be around you anymore," she said quietly, her eyes steady.

Buffy turned around slowly, a queer smile on her face, "May I remind you that you are still underage and under MY guardianship. Now get your stuff. NOW!."

"I said no," Dawn said even quieter, shrinking down in her seat, fear on her face.

Andrew looked at her in dismay and shivered, he hated to see that look on Dawn's face. And he wasn't going to stand for it. His shoulders squared as he pushed back his chair.

"Dawn's right, you are a mean girl," he said steadily, his eyes darkening, "And I wish Spike was here, too!" With that his eyes turned completely black and the lights began to flicker erratically as the floor trembled underfoot. Everyone staggered, crying out in alarm, trying to stay upright on the shifting ground, eventually falling to floor. Screams and hoarse shouts rang through the hotel.

Gradually the floor and lights settled.

Grabbing at the table, Wes lurched upright with a pained groan, crying out in alarm at the crumpled form of Andrew. Touching his face with trembling fingers, he breathed softly in relief to see the sweet gentle eyes open.

Angel pushed himself to his feet, hissing slightly in pain as he extended a hand and pulled Xander to his feet.

A quick glance around showed him, Gunn helping Cordy and Willow to their feet as Dawn helped Fred.

Willow held her side as she breathed carefully and cautiously sat down.

"Andrew," she said with care, mindful of her sore ribs, "What did you just do?"

Andrew figited, twisting his hands, with panicky look on his face, until Wes sat down and drew him gently into his lap.

"Well, she was being mean and nasty. She shouldn't done that to Angel just because he don't like her anymore and he likes Xander. She hurt them and she was gonna be mean and nasty to Dawn and Dawn was scared and I didn't want Dawn to be scared so I did something," Andrew said in a rush, his eyes full of fear, afraid of their reaction.

They blinked under the barrage of words.

"You kept saying she was," Xander said quietly, hissing softly as he limped to his chair, sighing as he eased down into the chair.

"Yeah where is the bitch, I mean Buffy," Cordy said looking around.

Andrew shrank back into Wesley's embrace and muttered something.

"Andrew, you're gonna hafta speak up, we don't speak mumble," Wes said tenderly rubbing gently at the shivering back.

"Wot the bloody hell did you do, boy," Spike said as he crawled out from under the table to awed silence.

"Wot? Wot?" He glanced around at the stunned faces.

"She said she wished Spike was here, I wanted Spike here....so I switched them," Andrew said shakily. He turned anxious eyes to Angel, "Did I do bad?"

Angel looked at his favorite Childe, then to Xander. He looked around at the room, full of his ‘family’.

"No, my boy," he said huskily, pulling Xander close, "You did just fine."

"Welcome home, Spike," Angel said as he left Xander's side, "Welcome home, my childe." And he pulled a surprised Spike into his arms.

Gunn leaned down to Cordy and whispered, "So, is anybody gonna tell him that he's naked."

Cordy and Dawn looked at each other, then at Gunn, "Hell no!"