AB/BtVS FF: Alive at Last 31/? (Willow/Asher)
TITLE: Alive at Last
AUTHOR: 38gnihsurc
RATING: en.sea.xvii overall
PAIRING: Willow/Asher
SPOILERS: Up until Micah for AB; the series for BtVS, even though I don't really remember much of it, since I haven't watched the last seasons in ages.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone. I'm just having a little fun.
NOTES: This story is AU, since it's a crossover; because of that, I've taken a few creative liberties with explaining why the BtVS vampires are different than the AB vampires, and so on.
Previous Chapters: 1-3, 4, 5, 6-7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23-4, 25, 26-7, 28, 29, 30
PART THIRTY-ONE
When he unlocked the door that would take them into the underground palace, the scent of the air changed from Willow's lilacs to Belle Morte's roses and he almost choked.
Willow coughed softly, telling him that she could smell the roses as well. She leaned into him and squeezed his hand. He brought it to his lips, kissing it in hopes of loaning her confidence, and then he locked the door behind them before guiding her down the stairs.
Jason and Nathaniel were pacing in the hall, looking weary and worried. Asher brought Willow with him when he went to talk with the men; he trusted her and he liked having her at his side---unless he would put her in extreme danger. She whimpered quietly and buried her face in his shoulder before she peeked at the younger men.
"Yeah, you look how I feel, Wills," Jason said softly, his eyes wide and his face pale.
Asher put his hand on Jason's shoulder, careful not to touch the mark on his neck, obviously from Jean-Claude's recent feeding. "What is going on in there?" he asked, motioning towards the master suite.
Jason parted Nathaniel's shirt and exposed welts and cuts on his chest and stomach. Asher did not wince, but he knew that Anita had been feeding the ardeur and she hadn't been able to control herself under Belle Morte's influence. Nathaniel was becoming a stronger personality, but he was not dominant enough to top Anita when she was under the ardeur's influences.
"Micah and Jean-Claude are in with her," Jason told the blond vampire. "They locked the door, but didn't put any guards out because Anita was scared they would get sucked in."
"Where is everyone?!" Asher demanded.
"Most are still at work," Jason pointed out. "Claudia's got a good grip on her team, but you know how Anita---"
"Oui," he said softly, looking at the closed door at the end of the long hall.
Willow startled him by leaning up and kissing his cheek. "I'm going to take care of Nathaniel," she whispered while nuzzling his temple, "alright?"
He nodded and looked at the witch. "I apologise---"
"Family's more important," she interrupted. "And Belle Morte is definitely pushing our buttons. Go help Anita. I'll take the boys with me... we can tuck Nathaniel in bed, and then I'll come down to see you guys. Maybe I can help Anita channel other power into the ardeur---"
"Like you did."
She smiled a bit. "Yeah. Hopefully."
He wrapped an arm around her body, even though they had an audience, and he kissed her lips. "D'accord," he agreed. "If anything, you might chase her desire away, since she does not appreciate the female form like you do," he added, teasing her a little.
"Hey, I hope you're not complaining," Willow shot back.
He smiled and shook his head, although he refrained from telling her about the fantasy he had imagined once, in which Willow and Cherry, one of Anita's wereleopards, were together in their bed.
She smirked and rolled her eyes. Then, she kissed him again, and slipped away from his body as she took Nathaniel's hand and murmured affectionately to him, about taking care of those wounds even though she knew he'd heal.
He didn't move until Jason and Nathaniel followed Willow towards their suite of rooms, until she glanced at him one last time over her shoulder. After they shared that last look, he nodded and disappeared down the darkened hallway, to Jean-Claude's suite and the rose-scented madness that was waiting for him there.
When he stepped inside, he was almost surprised at the scene unfolding in front of him. Anita was trying to scream, but Micah had his erection buried down her throat. Still, the garbled sounds she was making caused Asher's skin to tighten and chill. Every scream she made was timed with Jean-Claude's powerful thrusts from between her legs. Blood leaked from a bite mark on Micah's neck and the coppery scent mingled with the musky scent of sexual intercourse and Asher knew if he had fed already, he would be hard and ready to join the activities.
He shed his jacket and walked towards the bed. After removing his boots, he kneeled upon the piece of furniture, behind Jean-Claude and he wrapped his arms around his male lover's torso before kissing his neck.
"How is she, mon corbeau?" he asked quietly.
"Féroce," Jean-Claude replied. He turned his head and caught Asher's lips in a forceful kiss. "She is a danger to herself and others and we are tiring," he added quietly.
Asher kissed his black-haired lover again before looking down at Anita. Pinned between Micah and Jean-Claude, not much of her body was visible. But, he could see the scratches on her stomach and arms---as well as the reddish stains that indicated to him that Jean-Claude had licked her wounds clean.
"What can I do?" he whispered.
Micah looked at Asher, his green eyes as dark and bright as jungle foliage. "She..." he trailed off and groaned as Anita tried to scream around his flesh again. "Oh, god," he panted. "She said... Willow could control the ardeur."
"In herself, yes, but---"
"She's a powerful witch and this is pretty powerful magic," Micah hissed.
"She is tied to Belle Morte!" Asher pointed out as Anita's foot somehow found his thigh. She stroked along his leg and he could feel the power of Belle Morte's magic emanating from her body. "Anita---" he stopped short and batted her foot away. He was not ready to lose himself to that force---not yet. "If I bring her in here, it could make everything worse! She could act as a conduit for---"
"Then mark her!" Micah exclaimed, his practicality and desperation weaving together in his voice. "Because we cannot feed Anita much longer---and then what'll happen to Nathaniel and Damian?"
Asher sighed. His evening had been shaping into something sinful until they returned to the Circus of the Damned. He had looked forward to having Willow completely, sharing her with no one else, as they explored each other's passions. But, it seemed that he was about to introduce his witch into the weirder elements of his life in St. Louis and he didn't know how she would react.
"Mon corbeau?"
Jean-Claude stilled Anita with his hands while he turned his head to look at Asher. "On est dans de beaux draps." He frowned. "We asked Richard to help, but... his powers seemed to only incense l'ardeur. It is up to you, mon chardonneret."
On est dans de beaux draps = We are in a sticky situation
"Oui," he agreed, nodding before he kissed Jean-Claude's neck. "I will convince her to join us," he said, even though he wasn't sure if he could entice Willow to join their strange party.
AUTHOR: 38gnihsurc
RATING: en.sea.xvii overall
PAIRING: Willow/Asher
SPOILERS: Up until Micah for AB; the series for BtVS, even though I don't really remember much of it, since I haven't watched the last seasons in ages.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone. I'm just having a little fun.
NOTES: This story is AU, since it's a crossover; because of that, I've taken a few creative liberties with explaining why the BtVS vampires are different than the AB vampires, and so on.
Previous Chapters: 1-3, 4, 5, 6-7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23-4, 25, 26-7, 28, 29, 30
PART THIRTY-ONE
When he unlocked the door that would take them into the underground palace, the scent of the air changed from Willow's lilacs to Belle Morte's roses and he almost choked.
Willow coughed softly, telling him that she could smell the roses as well. She leaned into him and squeezed his hand. He brought it to his lips, kissing it in hopes of loaning her confidence, and then he locked the door behind them before guiding her down the stairs.
Jason and Nathaniel were pacing in the hall, looking weary and worried. Asher brought Willow with him when he went to talk with the men; he trusted her and he liked having her at his side---unless he would put her in extreme danger. She whimpered quietly and buried her face in his shoulder before she peeked at the younger men.
"Yeah, you look how I feel, Wills," Jason said softly, his eyes wide and his face pale.
Asher put his hand on Jason's shoulder, careful not to touch the mark on his neck, obviously from Jean-Claude's recent feeding. "What is going on in there?" he asked, motioning towards the master suite.
Jason parted Nathaniel's shirt and exposed welts and cuts on his chest and stomach. Asher did not wince, but he knew that Anita had been feeding the ardeur and she hadn't been able to control herself under Belle Morte's influence. Nathaniel was becoming a stronger personality, but he was not dominant enough to top Anita when she was under the ardeur's influences.
"Micah and Jean-Claude are in with her," Jason told the blond vampire. "They locked the door, but didn't put any guards out because Anita was scared they would get sucked in."
"Where is everyone?!" Asher demanded.
"Most are still at work," Jason pointed out. "Claudia's got a good grip on her team, but you know how Anita---"
"Oui," he said softly, looking at the closed door at the end of the long hall.
Willow startled him by leaning up and kissing his cheek. "I'm going to take care of Nathaniel," she whispered while nuzzling his temple, "alright?"
He nodded and looked at the witch. "I apologise---"
"Family's more important," she interrupted. "And Belle Morte is definitely pushing our buttons. Go help Anita. I'll take the boys with me... we can tuck Nathaniel in bed, and then I'll come down to see you guys. Maybe I can help Anita channel other power into the ardeur---"
"Like you did."
She smiled a bit. "Yeah. Hopefully."
He wrapped an arm around her body, even though they had an audience, and he kissed her lips. "D'accord," he agreed. "If anything, you might chase her desire away, since she does not appreciate the female form like you do," he added, teasing her a little.
"Hey, I hope you're not complaining," Willow shot back.
He smiled and shook his head, although he refrained from telling her about the fantasy he had imagined once, in which Willow and Cherry, one of Anita's wereleopards, were together in their bed.
She smirked and rolled her eyes. Then, she kissed him again, and slipped away from his body as she took Nathaniel's hand and murmured affectionately to him, about taking care of those wounds even though she knew he'd heal.
He didn't move until Jason and Nathaniel followed Willow towards their suite of rooms, until she glanced at him one last time over her shoulder. After they shared that last look, he nodded and disappeared down the darkened hallway, to Jean-Claude's suite and the rose-scented madness that was waiting for him there.
When he stepped inside, he was almost surprised at the scene unfolding in front of him. Anita was trying to scream, but Micah had his erection buried down her throat. Still, the garbled sounds she was making caused Asher's skin to tighten and chill. Every scream she made was timed with Jean-Claude's powerful thrusts from between her legs. Blood leaked from a bite mark on Micah's neck and the coppery scent mingled with the musky scent of sexual intercourse and Asher knew if he had fed already, he would be hard and ready to join the activities.
He shed his jacket and walked towards the bed. After removing his boots, he kneeled upon the piece of furniture, behind Jean-Claude and he wrapped his arms around his male lover's torso before kissing his neck.
"How is she, mon corbeau?" he asked quietly.
"Féroce," Jean-Claude replied. He turned his head and caught Asher's lips in a forceful kiss. "She is a danger to herself and others and we are tiring," he added quietly.
Asher kissed his black-haired lover again before looking down at Anita. Pinned between Micah and Jean-Claude, not much of her body was visible. But, he could see the scratches on her stomach and arms---as well as the reddish stains that indicated to him that Jean-Claude had licked her wounds clean.
"What can I do?" he whispered.
Micah looked at Asher, his green eyes as dark and bright as jungle foliage. "She..." he trailed off and groaned as Anita tried to scream around his flesh again. "Oh, god," he panted. "She said... Willow could control the ardeur."
"In herself, yes, but---"
"She's a powerful witch and this is pretty powerful magic," Micah hissed.
"She is tied to Belle Morte!" Asher pointed out as Anita's foot somehow found his thigh. She stroked along his leg and he could feel the power of Belle Morte's magic emanating from her body. "Anita---" he stopped short and batted her foot away. He was not ready to lose himself to that force---not yet. "If I bring her in here, it could make everything worse! She could act as a conduit for---"
"Then mark her!" Micah exclaimed, his practicality and desperation weaving together in his voice. "Because we cannot feed Anita much longer---and then what'll happen to Nathaniel and Damian?"
Asher sighed. His evening had been shaping into something sinful until they returned to the Circus of the Damned. He had looked forward to having Willow completely, sharing her with no one else, as they explored each other's passions. But, it seemed that he was about to introduce his witch into the weirder elements of his life in St. Louis and he didn't know how she would react.
"Mon corbeau?"
Jean-Claude stilled Anita with his hands while he turned his head to look at Asher. "On est dans de beaux draps." He frowned. "We asked Richard to help, but... his powers seemed to only incense l'ardeur. It is up to you, mon chardonneret."
On est dans de beaux draps = We are in a sticky situation
"Oui," he agreed, nodding before he kissed Jean-Claude's neck. "I will convince her to join us," he said, even though he wasn't sure if he could entice Willow to join their strange party.