New Order

Here we go! Getting so close to the end! I can't wait for you guys to find out what's been going on!



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Although Angel allowed himself to be momentarily distracted by Spike’s antics, he hadn’t forgotten his plans for the day. He would find out more about this Lucian and what his involvement was with the Xander situation.



The problem was that dealing with other master vampires was tricky business. Especially one who, from all accounts, was nearly as powerful as Angel. Vampire politics prevented him from waging an all-out war without some proof and, even then, he might be risking too much to go on the offensive at this point.



He needed more information. Oz was helpful with his thoughts the night before but in reality they hadn’t come up with anything new. Angel felt that if only he could get to the bottom of the spell, this whole mystery would unravel and he would find the answers he needed.



Angel had made his plans for the day and he and Spike were just heading out when Oz joined them. The wolf had the same smug expression as his childe.



“Angel, I was thinking this morning about everything you told me. There’s another piece of this puzzle that we may be able to focus on. Your original vision of Xander. You said it was different. Have you ever found out how or why?” Oz looked from Angel to Spike and saw that neither vampire had sought answers to the vision.



He continued. “It just seems strange to me that this one vision is different from all the others. It makes me wonder if it wasn’t an actual vision at all. Maybe someone else was involved.”



Spike looked at Angel, waiting for his reaction. In all the excitement that followed, he hadn’t really thought any more about the uniqueness of his vision of Xander. It took Oz pointing out the difference to them to bring the vision back to mind.



Angel lost himself for a moment, replaying that first sight of Xander, struggling against demons, chained down, and felt his anger spiral out of control. No one else, except for Spike, had ever inspired such deep reactions. “I think you’re right. Dammit! How could I have dismissed the vision? I’ve never had one like it before and I just let it go.” He slammed his fist down on the desk in frustration.



And now, Xander was lying upstairs, nearly dead, terrified, and all because of a vision. Oz could smell Angel’s distress, and could see the anger building. “Angel, you can’t change what happened. Now you just have to find a way to make it right. I’m going to go check on Xander.”



As Oz left the room, leaving Spike to deal with his frustrated Sire, Angel slammed his fist down on the desk. “Damn it, Spike. How am I supposed to find out about a vision that happened months ago? I can’t even get more information on the legitimate ones I have.”



Spike braved Angel’s wrath and stepped closer, circling the desk until he could lean over and place his face near Angel’s. “We will figure this out,” Spike said quietly. “Xander’s one of ours. We protect what’s ours, Sire.”



Angel reached out and gripped Spike’s head, pulling him closer and slamming their mouths together. His childe always knew what he needed to hear and this reminder brought him back to focus. He released Spike’s head, pulling lips apart reluctantly. “Spike, set up a meeting with Lucian’s group. I want answers and he seems to be the one who has them.”



Spike nodded. “Yes, Sire.” He turned and walked from the room, needing to seek out Xander as well. And once again, Angel was alone, struggling to find answers, desperate to find a way to make things right once again.



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When Oz reached Xander’s room, he found his friend sleeping fitfully, tossing and turning with his dreams. His pained noises were enough to set Oz’s wolf into protect mode and he jumped onto the bed, pulling Xander close to him, offering what comfort he could.



Xander jerked awake when he felt arms close around him. He immediately knew it wasn’t Angel or Spike. He turned and looked up into Oz’s familiar face and felt safe, watched over by this man, this wolf.



Oz pressed a tender kiss to Xander’s forehead, before sliding their bodies around, leaving himself propped against the headboard and Xander curled over his chest. Xander held on tight, settling into the warmth of Oz’s body before drifting to sleep again.



The door opened just as Xander dozed off and Oz looked up, a growl at the ready, to find Spike staring at them. Oz could tell that Spike was pissed at finding Xander snuggled up to him again but instead of starting the same old fight, he pressed a finger over his lips indicating that Spike keep quiet.



Spike frowned, but then Oz patted the bed next to him and Spike made his way over. He climbed in next to the wolf, settling beside him with his back against the headboard as well.



Oz gave Spike a sexy little grin, their earlier fun far from forgotten. Spike let his anger go and returned the look with an arched brow of his own. Oz looked down at Xander before meeting Spike’s gaze again. “Nightmares.” He whispered the words, knowing Spike would understand.



He did. Spike reached over Oz and gently pulled Xander over the wolf’s lap until he was settled in between them. He slid down, gesturing for Oz to do the same, and they curled around the sleeping man, letting him draw comfort from their combined strength.



Spike let his hand drift to Oz’s hip and quietly explored whatever bits he could reach. He liked how responsive Oz was to his touch. It was fun hearing his breath quicken and little growls of pleasure escape when Spike found a sensitive spot.



Finally Oz couldn’t take the teasing anymore and slapped his hand down over Spike’s. “Stop it or we’re going to wake him up.” Oz hissed out the words, still trying to be quiet.



“He’s already awake.” Xander opened his eyes to see Oz’s reaction to his words. The wolf was shocked. Xander chuckled but stopped Spike’s hand from moving away.



“You don’t have to stop. I wish I could do it myself.” Xander’s eyes shifted down, taking in his emaciated form.



“Nothing to stop you here, pet.” Spike knew that Xander was very self-conscious but needed him to know that no matter what, Spike still wanted him. He pressed his cock into Xander’s back, letting him feel how hard he was.



Xander reached out a hand and tentatively laid it on Oz’s chest. Oz groaned and pushed himself closer to Xander, letting his body speak for him. Xander looked over his shoulder at Spike, seeing the sexy grin there, and he smiled back.



Spike leaned down and pressed his lips quickly to Xander’s before looking into his eyes. “Let’s have a little fun with the wolf, shall we?”