Fic: Bringing Him Back, Angel/Xander, Part of the Dark World
Title: Bringing Him Back
Series: The Dark World
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Angel/Xander
Prompt: Anguish
Rating: Mature/Adults Only overall
Spoilers: AU after The Becoming, BtVS Season Two
Warnings: Bloodplay, D/s themes, dark!fic overall
Word Count: 1,005
This is part of my series The Dark World which is a sequel to The Dark'Verse. You should really read those before this or it won't make much sense.
Thanks to seductivembrace for the banner under the cut!
Crossposting with tamingthemuse and _xangel.
Bringing Him Back
Angel ran for the Keep, never looking back to see if any of the others were following. He ran until he burst through the heavy wooden doors sprinting past shocked attendants and smaller servants. Xander bounced in his arms, the boy never moving or protesting.
Xander was always moving and complaining about something Angel was doing. It was part of who the boy was and that scared Angel even more.
He rushed to the room they shared, barking at the demons staring at him. "Get help! Go now!!"
Two of the smaller demons rushed out of the room to find someone, anyone to figure out what was wrong with the Warrior.
While he waited, Angel sat softly on the edge of the bed. Tenderly, he began to trail his fingertips over the cold and clammy skin, logging every injury. The vampire growled as he located multiple bruises and lacerations, some raised and still slowly seeping blood. He pressed on one particularly nasty bruise, hoping to pull some sort of reaction out of the boy and failing.
Suddenly, the door burst open and the Shaman shuffled in with several other demons in tow, all of them carrying armloads of supplies. As they approached the bed, Angel growled low in his throat.
The Shaman was quickly at his side, silencing him with a gentle hand on his arm and a strong rebuff.
"We need to be seeing to him to know what is of the matter."
Angel nodded slowly, knowing that they were only trying to help but unable to keep the demon inside him from rising up, demanding that he protect his own. He moved to the far side of the room, refusing to leave completely, while the Shaman and his assistants worked quickly and quietly.
Xander was stripped bare and the demons cleaned and bandaged his wounds while Angel tried to peek around their large bodies to see what they were doing to his boy. He paced back and forth across the floor of their room, angry and distressed. He hated this feeling of inadequacy, just standing around helpless and impotent.
Finally, the demons stepped away and Angel rushed forward, expecting to be greeted by a smiling Xander. Instead, he saw a deathly still body with dead glassy eyes.
"What..?" he asked quietly. Xander was still broken. "What did you do? I thought you fixed him."
The Shaman sighed as he stood next to the vampire, the both of them staring at the boy lying still on the bed.
"Fixed is his body. It is his mind that is being broken."
Angel nodded slowly as understanding washed over him. He didn't notice or acknowledge the demons as they cleaned their mess and left in silence. All he saw was the boy, silent and still.
Slowly Angel began strip off his stained and bloody clothes, heedless of where they fell. He refused to take his eyes off the motionless body before him. Once he was naked, he slipped into the bed, wrapping his larger body around the boy who would be a warrior. He rubbed his hands over the boy's arms, trying to create some friction and warm the cool skin beneath his palms. He stroked every part of the boy's body, trying to get some sort of reaction, any reaction so he would know Xander was going to be alright.
Not receiving any response, the vampire grabbed the boy by the shoulders and shook him. Xander still refused to move so Angel shook him harder, so hard that Xander's head flopped back and forth, the sable colored hair flying around the boy's face.
"Xander," Angel called, his lips brushing the boy's ear.
Nothing.
"Xander," he tried again with more force.
Still nothing.
"Xander!" he shouted, slapping the boy harshly across the face.
The boy refused to move.
"XANDER!" he screamed, the back of his hand making violent contact with Xander's other cheek.
Nothing he did was working.
Infuriated by his failure, Angel let go and felt his instincts take over. His game face slid to the fore just before he darted down, sinking his fangs deep in his boy's tanned throat. The blood flowed into his mouth, hot and bitter, stinging him deep inside. As he swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the boy's essence, he felt the body beneath him begin to stir. Hands pressed against his shoulders, trying to force to away, force him to stop. Suddenly, the boy was thrashing and flailing when a single word fell from his lips.
"Please."
The plea brought Angel back to himself and he pulled back quickly, staring down at Xander, the boy's blood still on his lips.
"Angelus?" Xander asked in the quietest of whispers.
"Xander," Angel replied, unable to do anything else, shocked to finally receive a reaction.
Angel watched as realization swept over Xander's face. He could read every emotion, every memory as it came back to the boy. Xander's heart began to race as panic began to set in.
"Xander," Angel said louder, trying to get the boy's attention. "Are you okay?"
"All those people," Xander whispered, his voice breaking with emotion. "I led them. I led them there. They were my friends. They trusted me and I led them to their deaths."
"Nobody blames you, Xander," Angel explained softly. "It's war. We all understand that."
"I don't."
And suddenly, he broke. Xander began to weep, his entire body wracked with sobs as he cried out his anguish for those who had been lost. His cries echoed through the room and down through the halls - a requiem for the dead.
Angel held him, softly crooning and petting the boy through the worst of it, holding him tight when Xander clung to him like he might fade away. He would never admit it, but he treasured the boy's cries, knowing that he was there, broken but healing.
He'd thought his boy broken once before and Xander had proven him wrong.
This would not break Xander.
Nothing was allowed to break Xander but Angel.
Nothing.
Tbc...
Series: The Dark World
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Angel/Xander
Prompt: Anguish
Rating: Mature/Adults Only overall
Spoilers: AU after The Becoming, BtVS Season Two
Warnings: Bloodplay, D/s themes, dark!fic overall
Word Count: 1,005
This is part of my series The Dark World which is a sequel to The Dark'Verse. You should really read those before this or it won't make much sense.
Thanks to seductivembrace for the banner under the cut!
Crossposting with tamingthemuse and _xangel.
Bringing Him Back
Angel ran for the Keep, never looking back to see if any of the others were following. He ran until he burst through the heavy wooden doors sprinting past shocked attendants and smaller servants. Xander bounced in his arms, the boy never moving or protesting.
Xander was always moving and complaining about something Angel was doing. It was part of who the boy was and that scared Angel even more.
He rushed to the room they shared, barking at the demons staring at him. "Get help! Go now!!"
Two of the smaller demons rushed out of the room to find someone, anyone to figure out what was wrong with the Warrior.
While he waited, Angel sat softly on the edge of the bed. Tenderly, he began to trail his fingertips over the cold and clammy skin, logging every injury. The vampire growled as he located multiple bruises and lacerations, some raised and still slowly seeping blood. He pressed on one particularly nasty bruise, hoping to pull some sort of reaction out of the boy and failing.
Suddenly, the door burst open and the Shaman shuffled in with several other demons in tow, all of them carrying armloads of supplies. As they approached the bed, Angel growled low in his throat.
The Shaman was quickly at his side, silencing him with a gentle hand on his arm and a strong rebuff.
"We need to be seeing to him to know what is of the matter."
Angel nodded slowly, knowing that they were only trying to help but unable to keep the demon inside him from rising up, demanding that he protect his own. He moved to the far side of the room, refusing to leave completely, while the Shaman and his assistants worked quickly and quietly.
Xander was stripped bare and the demons cleaned and bandaged his wounds while Angel tried to peek around their large bodies to see what they were doing to his boy. He paced back and forth across the floor of their room, angry and distressed. He hated this feeling of inadequacy, just standing around helpless and impotent.
Finally, the demons stepped away and Angel rushed forward, expecting to be greeted by a smiling Xander. Instead, he saw a deathly still body with dead glassy eyes.
"What..?" he asked quietly. Xander was still broken. "What did you do? I thought you fixed him."
The Shaman sighed as he stood next to the vampire, the both of them staring at the boy lying still on the bed.
"Fixed is his body. It is his mind that is being broken."
Angel nodded slowly as understanding washed over him. He didn't notice or acknowledge the demons as they cleaned their mess and left in silence. All he saw was the boy, silent and still.
Slowly Angel began strip off his stained and bloody clothes, heedless of where they fell. He refused to take his eyes off the motionless body before him. Once he was naked, he slipped into the bed, wrapping his larger body around the boy who would be a warrior. He rubbed his hands over the boy's arms, trying to create some friction and warm the cool skin beneath his palms. He stroked every part of the boy's body, trying to get some sort of reaction, any reaction so he would know Xander was going to be alright.
Not receiving any response, the vampire grabbed the boy by the shoulders and shook him. Xander still refused to move so Angel shook him harder, so hard that Xander's head flopped back and forth, the sable colored hair flying around the boy's face.
"Xander," Angel called, his lips brushing the boy's ear.
Nothing.
"Xander," he tried again with more force.
Still nothing.
"Xander!" he shouted, slapping the boy harshly across the face.
The boy refused to move.
"XANDER!" he screamed, the back of his hand making violent contact with Xander's other cheek.
Nothing he did was working.
Infuriated by his failure, Angel let go and felt his instincts take over. His game face slid to the fore just before he darted down, sinking his fangs deep in his boy's tanned throat. The blood flowed into his mouth, hot and bitter, stinging him deep inside. As he swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the boy's essence, he felt the body beneath him begin to stir. Hands pressed against his shoulders, trying to force to away, force him to stop. Suddenly, the boy was thrashing and flailing when a single word fell from his lips.
"Please."
The plea brought Angel back to himself and he pulled back quickly, staring down at Xander, the boy's blood still on his lips.
"Angelus?" Xander asked in the quietest of whispers.
"Xander," Angel replied, unable to do anything else, shocked to finally receive a reaction.
Angel watched as realization swept over Xander's face. He could read every emotion, every memory as it came back to the boy. Xander's heart began to race as panic began to set in.
"Xander," Angel said louder, trying to get the boy's attention. "Are you okay?"
"All those people," Xander whispered, his voice breaking with emotion. "I led them. I led them there. They were my friends. They trusted me and I led them to their deaths."
"Nobody blames you, Xander," Angel explained softly. "It's war. We all understand that."
"I don't."
And suddenly, he broke. Xander began to weep, his entire body wracked with sobs as he cried out his anguish for those who had been lost. His cries echoed through the room and down through the halls - a requiem for the dead.
Angel held him, softly crooning and petting the boy through the worst of it, holding him tight when Xander clung to him like he might fade away. He would never admit it, but he treasured the boy's cries, knowing that he was there, broken but healing.
He'd thought his boy broken once before and Xander had proven him wrong.
This would not break Xander.
Nothing was allowed to break Xander but Angel.
Nothing.
Tbc...