Fic: Mad World, Angel/Xander, Part of the Dark World
Title: Mad World
Series: The Dark World
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Angel/Xander
Prompt: Barbeque
Rating: Mature/Adults Only overall
Spoilers: AU after The Becoming, BtVS Season Two
Warnings: Bloodplay, D/s themes, dark!fic overall This part contains disturbing imagines - enough that I thought it deserved an extra warning.
Word Count: 845
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!
Mad World
Angel smiled from his spot in the corner as he watched his boy taking on three defenders simultaneously and holding his own. Ali slowly made his way over to the vampire, leaning his heavy, wide shoulder against Angel's in the friendly manner they'd forged over time.
“It's good to see him doing so well,” Angel said quietly as Xander made a particularly good hit, taking out one his opponents.
“Is the doing of you more than mine I believe, yes?” Ali asked, his voice rough like two stones rubbing against the other.
Angel nodded slowly. He supposed it had to do with him. Now that he had reached a balance between soul and demon, he was able to take better care of his boy. Xander was satisfied - able to fight and train and plan but still submit to Angel's dominance in the privacy of their own rooms. It seemed to take the weight off the boy's shoulders, give him the chance to just be Xander for a while and not the Warrior, the boy-god, the savior of these people.
Even though he was feeling better, Xander still had issues with his position as the leader, sending his friends off to die and to kill other people, evil or not. He had begun to doubt this war, whatever its origin. He wanted it over.
Over the weeks following the last battle, especially after he fully recovered from his self-imposed coma, Xander began to talk peace. He spoke with the Shaman, reviewing all the peace attempts in the past, trying to figure where they went wrong and what he could do to make it right this time. He'd decided it was time for him and the leader of the Other to come together and talk. Maybe they could find some common ground, something they hadn't thought of before, that could end this war. The Shaman had tried to talk him out of it of course, but Xander had faith that this could work. Besides, he had studied at the feet of Willow. No one could resist her resolve face and puppy dog eyes. She'd always been able to get him and Jesse talking again, even after Jesse set fire to Xander's prized possession - his favorite, and only, GI Joe.
If these guys could resist the full Willow arsenal, then they truly were heartless.
Xander took the last two opponents down simultaneously, one with his sword and the other with a dagger Angel had insisted he start wearing in his boot. He had taught Xander how Spike had used it as a secret weapon, able to strike out at an attacker when the rival would not be expecting an strike. Xander just liked it because he thought it looked cool.
As he wiped the sweat off his brow, Xander bounced over to where the two men stood watching him.
“Not too shabby, eh?” Xander asked, his smile wide and bright.
“Very good,” Ali complimented him, nodding his head slightly.
“If you had stupidly blond hair and were just a bit more annoying, I'd think you were Spike for a minute there,” Angel teased with a smile.
“Thanks,” Xander smirked, taking the comment as a compliment. “But why do I smell barbeque?”
Suddenly, one of the younger demons ran in, yelling in its native tongue. Xander and Angel stood frozen, knowing something was wrong but not knowing what. Finally Ali turned to Xander and said, “Stay here.”
“No,” Xander protested. “I'm going with you.”
Before he strode out of the room, the large demon turned, his face hard and tense. “You should stay. Have trust in me.”
Angel glanced at his boy and knew that look. Xander was going to follow no matter what he said.
They both took off after Ali who was nearly running down the long stone hallways before reaching the entrance. The large wooden doors stood open with a multitude of demons standing around, frozen in shock or fear.
The smell of smoke increased as they got closer to the front and Angel tried to grab Xander but the boy dodged his hands and followed Ali through the throngs before standing at the front of the crowd and staring up at the horrific sight before them. The three men he had sent out to talk to the Others were before him, impaled on huge pikes, consumed by fire. They hung in the air, backs arched over the pikes, their clothes and flesh burning bright red even in the light of the early afternoon twin suns.
Angel reached over lightly placing his hand on Xander's shoulder. The boy was tense, nearly as hard as the stone of Acathla had been, frozen as stared at the bodies of the men he'd sent out.
The men he'd gotten killed.
“I guess that rules out the talks of peace,” he whispered.
Xander didn't answer. He didn't move. He simply stood and continued to breath slowly, in through his nose, out through his mouth - just like he'd been taught. His eyes never left the burning bodies.
Tbc...
Series: The Dark World
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Angel/Xander
Prompt: Barbeque
Rating: Mature/Adults Only overall
Spoilers: AU after The Becoming, BtVS Season Two
Warnings: Bloodplay, D/s themes, dark!fic overall This part contains disturbing imagines - enough that I thought it deserved an extra warning.
Word Count: 845
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!
Mad World
Angel smiled from his spot in the corner as he watched his boy taking on three defenders simultaneously and holding his own. Ali slowly made his way over to the vampire, leaning his heavy, wide shoulder against Angel's in the friendly manner they'd forged over time.
“It's good to see him doing so well,” Angel said quietly as Xander made a particularly good hit, taking out one his opponents.
“Is the doing of you more than mine I believe, yes?” Ali asked, his voice rough like two stones rubbing against the other.
Angel nodded slowly. He supposed it had to do with him. Now that he had reached a balance between soul and demon, he was able to take better care of his boy. Xander was satisfied - able to fight and train and plan but still submit to Angel's dominance in the privacy of their own rooms. It seemed to take the weight off the boy's shoulders, give him the chance to just be Xander for a while and not the Warrior, the boy-god, the savior of these people.
Even though he was feeling better, Xander still had issues with his position as the leader, sending his friends off to die and to kill other people, evil or not. He had begun to doubt this war, whatever its origin. He wanted it over.
Over the weeks following the last battle, especially after he fully recovered from his self-imposed coma, Xander began to talk peace. He spoke with the Shaman, reviewing all the peace attempts in the past, trying to figure where they went wrong and what he could do to make it right this time. He'd decided it was time for him and the leader of the Other to come together and talk. Maybe they could find some common ground, something they hadn't thought of before, that could end this war. The Shaman had tried to talk him out of it of course, but Xander had faith that this could work. Besides, he had studied at the feet of Willow. No one could resist her resolve face and puppy dog eyes. She'd always been able to get him and Jesse talking again, even after Jesse set fire to Xander's prized possession - his favorite, and only, GI Joe.
If these guys could resist the full Willow arsenal, then they truly were heartless.
Xander took the last two opponents down simultaneously, one with his sword and the other with a dagger Angel had insisted he start wearing in his boot. He had taught Xander how Spike had used it as a secret weapon, able to strike out at an attacker when the rival would not be expecting an strike. Xander just liked it because he thought it looked cool.
As he wiped the sweat off his brow, Xander bounced over to where the two men stood watching him.
“Not too shabby, eh?” Xander asked, his smile wide and bright.
“Very good,” Ali complimented him, nodding his head slightly.
“If you had stupidly blond hair and were just a bit more annoying, I'd think you were Spike for a minute there,” Angel teased with a smile.
“Thanks,” Xander smirked, taking the comment as a compliment. “But why do I smell barbeque?”
Suddenly, one of the younger demons ran in, yelling in its native tongue. Xander and Angel stood frozen, knowing something was wrong but not knowing what. Finally Ali turned to Xander and said, “Stay here.”
“No,” Xander protested. “I'm going with you.”
Before he strode out of the room, the large demon turned, his face hard and tense. “You should stay. Have trust in me.”
Angel glanced at his boy and knew that look. Xander was going to follow no matter what he said.
They both took off after Ali who was nearly running down the long stone hallways before reaching the entrance. The large wooden doors stood open with a multitude of demons standing around, frozen in shock or fear.
The smell of smoke increased as they got closer to the front and Angel tried to grab Xander but the boy dodged his hands and followed Ali through the throngs before standing at the front of the crowd and staring up at the horrific sight before them. The three men he had sent out to talk to the Others were before him, impaled on huge pikes, consumed by fire. They hung in the air, backs arched over the pikes, their clothes and flesh burning bright red even in the light of the early afternoon twin suns.
Angel reached over lightly placing his hand on Xander's shoulder. The boy was tense, nearly as hard as the stone of Acathla had been, frozen as stared at the bodies of the men he'd sent out.
The men he'd gotten killed.
“I guess that rules out the talks of peace,” he whispered.
Xander didn't answer. He didn't move. He simply stood and continued to breath slowly, in through his nose, out through his mouth - just like he'd been taught. His eyes never left the burning bodies.
Tbc...