FIC: Family Pack 6/? Fandom: BtVS.AtS (Angel/Spike/Xander/Wesley, NC-17)
Masterpost, disclaimer/warnings
Previous chapters: ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4, ch 5
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Mesmerized by his childe’s pain, Angel could only nodded then swallowed hard as he forced himself not to touch Will. "Right, we have to hurry.” Trying to hide his own pain and fear of losing Will, Angel’s fingers clenched and unclenched into a fist at his side, before mumbling, “Very little time left."
With fumbling fingers Angel tried to unsuccessfully unbutton his shirt as he worked to ignore the waves of pain that passed through his system. At the sound of a throat clearing, dazedly Angel looked down to see Wesley batting away his useless fingers only to take over the task of unbuttoning Angel’s shirt himself. Angel silently nodded his gratitude then continued to explain. "The protection spell Willow and Tara are performing will help to accelerate and enhance our bond-their energy will reflectively feed off of ours until we’re safely bonded then our bonded energy will connect and rebound back effectively tying each of them to us-creating a pack.”
Shakily Angel paused, and looked down at his exposed chest and belatedly noticed that Wes had pull back from his finished task. “Again you already know… we, Angelus or I already marked each of you, and that Angelus already fully embraced….” Angel inclined his head toward Will and Xander as he indicted them. Angel’s eyes immediately fell to his childe, William; unconscious of the events around him his entire body etched in pain, mentally tied to his mate, Drusilla, while cradled and completely helpless within Xander’s arms. Unable to maintain his composure Angel closed his eyes to try to focus on his task and dismiss the pain and images of his childer’s agony only to have his own pain increase and flood his mind.
The light touch of heated flesh on his bare shoulder shocked Angel into reacting as he snapped his eyes open only to witness the dual expressions of concern wash over both his mates. Angel watched in a dumbfounded daze as Wesley’s hand moved in front of his face waving about frantically. A moment later that same hand cupped his jaw before forcefully slapping his cheek. Consciously aware of his mates, but unable to move as the force of the blow did nothing to shake Angel out of the density of pain and despair he was quickly falling deeper into. Only the heat of Wesley’s hands on his cool flesh kept Angel from physically collapsing into their arms.
“Fuck! Deadboy?” Xander tried to adjust his hold on Spike to fully reach Angel and only succeeded jostling Spike’s comatose body closer to his Sire. The next moment Angel screamed as they physically neared. Like embers to a flame the intensity of their embraced fused between Sire and childe flared to life, their bond empathically calling out for him to join in their final death.
Frantic, Wesley started yelling, “Don’t let them touch!” Using both arms and all of his strength, Wes struggled to pull Angel away from Spike just as Xander used all of his strength to pull Spike back away from his Sire. Wesley heaved and anxiously dragged Angel further away to distance the two vampires then protectively rolled on top of Angel.
Without thinking, Wesley fumbled with his pockets until he found his small penknife. Flipping it open, Wesley quickly stabbed his thumb hard enough to bleed profusely before shoving the open wound between Angel’s lips.
Xander screamed, “Are you crazy?”
Hesitantly Wes turned then just stared at Xander, “What?”
At Wesley’s tone, Xander quickly closed his mouth before as he mentally caught up to what he had just said, and why they were there in the first place. Silently Xander recoiled as his imagination betrayed him by conjuring up an image of an exasperated Cordelia tapping her foot, mocking him with a single word, ‘DUH?’
Annoyed with himself, Xander glanced back at the ex-watcher only to dismiss all thoughts other than surprised shock as Angel vamped out and rolled Wesley over until the watcher lay underneath him.
Angel whined in conflicted distress before he instinctually sought out more of the blood in his mouth, Wesley’s blood. It was sweeter, richer than he had remembered. The tip of his tongue danced over the small cut that was now closing. Needing more of the sweet nectar, Angel’s fang slid through the small cut creating a larger deeper gash. Loud slurping noises filled the air as Angel nursed and fed off of Wesley’s thumb.
Slowly Angel seemed to come to his senses as he finished feeding. Leisurely Angel sat up to rearrange his body then leaned back down until he was flush and lined up pressing down into the right angles with the body below him. Smiling wickedly, Angel ground his hardness into Wesley. After another long lingering lick of blood from his lips Angel stared down at the man underneath him… then suddenly became aware of where and what he was doing.
Freshly fed, Angel couldn’t stop the appearance of a slight blush as embarrassment colored his actions. Clearing his throat Angel tried to apologize. “I… Wes, I’m sorry...”
Wesley could only clear his throat as he continued to stare up into Angel’s eyes, dismayed by the unguarded lust that he saw. Nervously, Wesley tried to swallow, but his throat was dry and scratchy, and prevented him from speaking immediately. A tense moment later flush from anger, frustration, and arousal, Wesley finally answered more harshly then he intended, “No, no, not necessary.”
Unmoving Angel watched assorted emotions shift across his friend’s face, but the most prominent radiating off in waves, was lust. No longer interested in denying the inevitable, Angel slowly sat up, and didn’t try to hide his excitement from either mate behind words or excuses. Instead Angel only nodded his acceptance, and then gently picked up the hand he had marked. “I'll finish the embrace with Wesley…” Angel paused as he tried to concentrate, his eyes flashed yellow in unconcealed excitement, “then work on the bond with him, before I'll move to you, Xander.” A small smile escape as he added, “Oh and Xander, if you want to save your shirt it might be best if you take it off now."
Unable to control or filter out his emotions, Angel redoubled his effort and focused on Wesley. Lifting Wesley’s marked hand, Angel caressed and kissed each finger before he lingered over the thumb where Wesley had offered his blood. In-between each soft sensuous swipe of his tongue Angel whispered, “Thank you that was quick thinking.”
Wesley lost all pretense of calmness and moaned at the sight of Angel’s body over his, and the feel of the vampire’s tongue as it played and fondled each index finger. Once Wesley’s thumb was firmly between his lips and he started sucking; Angel’s free hands moved sensuously to gently removed Wesley’s glasses.
Astonished, Xander could only stare stunned in the easy way Angel moved. Showing more patience and grace than Xander had ever given him credit for. Especially considering the circumstances of simultaneously being faced with human blood and sex as Angel sensuously removed Wesley’s glasses in-between several licks and kisses. Before leaning back up, Angel’s fingers danced swiftly unbuttoning Wesley’s shirt.
Angel’s attention never wavered, as he stayed zeroed in on the man below him. "With me Wes?" Angel asked as he reached down, tenderly pulled Wesley’s shirt off throwing it at the red haze behind him. Angel paused to stare deeply into Wesley’s eyes; his hands silently communicating as they continued to move caressing the hot flesh beneath him, before he spoke, “Ready?”
Not really waiting for an answer Angel leaned down and spoke in a low whispered tone directly in Wesley’s ear from a language long forgotten by most; words he had not spoken since he had embraced his childer, Drusilla and William, more than a century ago.
Once the words were spoken Angel leaned up and spoke louder repeating and translating each word for both his mate’s. "What I am, my line, my bloodline, my heart, vampire to human - walk beside me as my chosen embraced. My life my bloodline, accept and be mine." Angel leaned down then licked the thunderous pulse of Wes' jugular before he sank his teeth sank in deeply.
The swift pull of blood brought an unguarded whimper from Wesley’s lips. Immediately Wesley responded, his arms sliding up to wrap around Angel’s shoulders pushing his body further up into Angel's embrace moaning his pleasure as Angel continued to drink from him. With reluctance Angel started to pull away leaving a steady blood flow to cascade down the watcher’s neck.
Unable to hide his desire, Angel demanded, "Xander come here."
Fear and curiosity driving him, Xander reluctantly let go of Spike, and scooted over toward Angel and Wesley. Suddenly he found himself staring eye to eye with Angel who was completely vamped out. He didn’t know what was more distressing willingly being this close to a vamped out Master vampire with warm blood already on his lips who was about to feed on him or his own unexpected response as blood rushed straight to his cock. Frustrated, when his body betrayed him and he couldn’t hide his reaction. Still Xander arched closer as a single touch of Angel’s cool hand started to dance over his flushed skin.
Silently cursing himself, Xander barely registered the words as Angel started to lick his neck then said something else in a bemused whisper. Dazed, Xander only whined in response and inched closer when Angel moved away. Dismayed, his eyes fluttered opened only to glimpse as Angel moved back to lean down and fully kiss Wesley on the lips.
Watching, Xander gulped hard as conscious thought escaped him until he yelped in surprise as he felt Angel’s fingers grab and reach just inside his pants firmly gripping both pants and belt as he forcibly pulled Xander closer until he was almost on top of them with their bodies touching.
Angel hesitantly pulled away even as Wesley arched up trying to hold the vampire in place. Cool fingers grasped Xander’s neck to pull him forward before firmly clasping around his jaw. A thumb caressed, played and tugged on his lower lip. Angel’s hand continued to pressure him forward urging Xander closer to Wesley’s neck. Suddenly Xander found himself up front and personal staring at Wesley’s opened wound. Angel’s large hand petted and inched him still closer until Xander’s lips were mere hair breath above the slightly torn punctured marks.
Faintly as if it was in the distance background Xander heard someone talking. Abruptly his nose was flush with Wesley’s neck, his head was massaged and gently pushed forward until his lips brushed against the wound. Nostrils flared as Xander finally realized what Angel wanted him to do. Disgusted by the thought, but resigned to his fate, Xander attentively reached out with his tongue and licked over a punctured hole wiping away the blood. Wesley immediately reacted and turned his head offering easier access as he quickly swiped over the second punctured mark.
Cool fingers threaded through Xander’s hair then down his back in soothing strokes encouraging him to continue on. Sensations spiraled, as more blood filled his mouth. At first, Xander had tried to ignore his inner voice that screamed his disgust and just focus on the act. The act itself turned out to be one of the most frighteningly exhilarating sexual experiences of Xander’s young life. Especially considering that Anya for all intense purposes, his now ex-fiancée, had garnished a reputation for being the most creative, imaginative, and enthusiastic person for all things that related to giving/receiving orgasms despite her lack of personal and practical knowledge when they initially got together-it was saying a lot.
Gurgled moans filled the air. Wesley withered helplessly under Angel who still straddled his body at the same time Xander continued to lap rhythmically on the watcher’s neck. With increasing enthusiasm Wesley pressed up rubbing harder as he frantically tried to create more friction.
The noises Wesley was creating excited Xander even more, and only made him suck harder as he clamped down over the wound. Xander wasn’t even aware when Angel undid his pants until cool air danced over his naked skin as his pants were pushed pass his knees. Unable to stop his own actions, Xander just opened his legs in invitation and continued to suck and kiss at Wesley’s mark. Unconsciously, Xander’s hands trailed a path down Wesley’s chest copying the same soothing motions that danced over his torso. Suddenly the cool hands changed direction as they slid further down Xander’s back to his upturned ass. The caress quickly became more intimate as Angel wiggled and squeezed his fingers further to pry open Xander’s cheeks until it he was able to scrape his nail over Xander’s puckered entrance.
An unexpected whine lit the air as Xander’s body gave a shudder only to be followed by an aggressive shove back against Angel’s fingers. Without pause Angel’s thumb circled the wrinkled opening; with each pass Xander’s body relaxed further until the tight ring winked greedily at Angel.
Several seconds passed where Angel just stared overwhelming pleased that if nothing else that Xander’s body not only fully accepted, but also even anticipated his touch. With his other hand Angel quickly changed directions; his fingers sliding further down just past his boys hanging sacs until he could feel the imprint of his bite. It was still there, Angelus mark the same one that he claimed and embraced Xander there years ago. Delicately he traced the healed bite that lay almost hidden. Abruptly, Angel’s hands worked in unison as one thumb pushed through the tight muscle entering his boy; the other pushed and scraped over his mark.
Xander’s body jolted and then pushed even further in open invitation for more. Regretful that at the moment couldn’t accept the delicious gift, but rather he needed to finish the ritual. With that in mind, Angel shifted his body and immediately leaned into Xander’s neck; heady with his mate’s scent Angel aggressively bit down into Xander’s jugular creating a more visible embraced mark.
Once he was satisfied with recreating Xander’s embrace Angel reluctantly pulled away and with renewed determination pulled the boy off of Wesley. Quickly Angel reversed his mate’s bodies to where Xander now laid under Angel and Wesley was free to be in a better position to take from Xander just what Xander had taken from him. Without any prodding Wesley did exactly that as he angled then fastened his lips over the punctured marks gracing Xander’s neck.
Long moments passed before Angel had to pull them back. Blood glistened from their lips, their excitement was keen and sharp ready to re-gorge themselves like fresh fledges. Satisfied with the results, Angel leaned in breath in their scent, their blood, and then leaned in further only to sensuously lick their lips clean.
A sharp twinge of pain suddenly interrupted his play only to remind him of their fallen mate - his William.
Even through the thick haze Angel could still hear Willow and her girl’s strong lilt chanting. Immediately around him and his new mates, Angel could feel the strength, the power build fortifying a cocoon for him to claim William and his mates.
The zeal of power simmered; even Angelus was optimistic. Becoming more distant each second was his childe Drusilla as she was becoming nothing more than isolated memories of the past; where Xander and Wesley were replacing her embrace with their own. It was their being, their scent that now filled his senses, but William he was still clinging to. William, he had promised his girl he’d protect. William he needed to focus on - they needed him, Angel needed him.
Drawing from the strength he had gained from his new mates Angel was able refocus on the seriousness of their situation, instead of indulging in his instinct want to gorge himself on the baser needs that was driving his demon regarding his new mates. What he needed, wanted was William. Glancing over to his childe, Angel extradited his limbs from Xander and Wesley to move over to his childe. William needed them.
Swiftly Angel crawled over to pick up and gently cradled his childe before moving over to rejoin their new mates. Alarm sliced through Angel, as he felt William’s still form. Blood tears fell unheeded as his childe stayed trapped within the bond with Dru, his embraced mate. Panicked fear seized him that he might be too late. Now he needed to re-embrace with his childe and mate with him… wipe Dru’s mark out of existence.
Steeling himself for what had to be done Angel moved William until he cradled the younger vampire’s back flush against his chest, surrounded by his new mates. Angel leaned forward tilting Will’s head back, licking his old mark where he had long ago embraced and created his childe. Shifting he gently tilted William’s head to the other side exposing Drusilla’s mark. Here the connection and pain to Drusilla was the strongest, and what needed to be severed.
Angel could almost sense his older childe…. Holding an unneeded breath Angel whispered, ‘good-bye sweet childe’. Without further hesitation Angel acted, his time was up; it had to be now. Reaching out he pulled Xander and Wes closer. As quickly as he could, Angel sliced first his arm then Spike's arm and motioned for Xander and Wes to drink. Without thought they unquestioningly obeyed as each grabbed an arm and started to drink. At the same moment Angel slid his fangs directly over Drusilla’s mark then pushed deeper trying to reach his boy. And bring him back from the devastation that was about to happen.
William lay embraced between the three men; only aware of the pain he could feel from his sweet dark princess.
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Blood tears continuously fell as Spike watched helplessly. "Princess, it won't be long now! Please forgive me for not being there for you…." Spike feverishly begged, as his arms swung through her body.
He didn't know how he got here. Had somehow channeled her, through their connection. If only he knew about this channeling thing years ago. Not that it did him any good in helping Dru since he was corporeal. But they were able to communicate, or they did for a few minutes.
Now he just watched as she muttered a lullaby to Miss Edith, and her girl Darla.
In pained frustration Spike tried to kick a stack of boxes only to watch his foot pass through leaving the boxes undisturbed. If they’d to have their final death they should be together in this… he should be there. Their ashes together…
Spike roared, then whimpered knowing they wouldn’t be dusted together.
It was almost time, her agony would be gone only to be something different in hell. What he wouldn’t give just to have Drusilla his dark plum, his princess back one more day, even that day where she had left him for that fucking chaos demon would have been preferable rather than having to witness this…. His love dusted.
Suddenly gray skies lightened as rays of light stretched out over the horizon. Spike was thankful that Dru was too weak to delay the inevitable. Tears continued to stroll down his cheek as he watched his mate sing her last note as the sun kissed her frayed body and combusted into flames until there was nothing left save the dangling chain that once held his princess.
Screams filled his ears as the connection to Dru faded into nothingness.
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Horrid screams filled the air of the small room where the sounds bounced and echoed around the room. Willow felt the snap and broke her chant, "We're losing them." Willow's panicked gaze bore into Tara silently asking what she should do. Tara’s eyes darted around the room thinking before her gazed settled on the red haze then nervously answered, “Xander?” Willow’s eyes went large, as she understood what Tara was suggesting. Taking a deep breath, Willow could only shake her head in denial. Tara squeezed her hand in comfort. “You have to try, sweetie. I don’t know of another option; she’d help, fight for them… If you want I’ll…."
She never finished as Willow met her lover’s eyes and shook her head knowing Tara was right they didn’t have a choice. “No, I better.” Willow clasped their fingers together even tighter showing her resolve before she returned to face the circle. This time, the air crackled with new power as each witch concentrated and chanted a different spell. The magic within the room came alive sparkling with renewed energy.
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Previous chapters: ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4, ch 5
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Mesmerized by his childe’s pain, Angel could only nodded then swallowed hard as he forced himself not to touch Will. "Right, we have to hurry.” Trying to hide his own pain and fear of losing Will, Angel’s fingers clenched and unclenched into a fist at his side, before mumbling, “Very little time left."
With fumbling fingers Angel tried to unsuccessfully unbutton his shirt as he worked to ignore the waves of pain that passed through his system. At the sound of a throat clearing, dazedly Angel looked down to see Wesley batting away his useless fingers only to take over the task of unbuttoning Angel’s shirt himself. Angel silently nodded his gratitude then continued to explain. "The protection spell Willow and Tara are performing will help to accelerate and enhance our bond-their energy will reflectively feed off of ours until we’re safely bonded then our bonded energy will connect and rebound back effectively tying each of them to us-creating a pack.”
Shakily Angel paused, and looked down at his exposed chest and belatedly noticed that Wes had pull back from his finished task. “Again you already know… we, Angelus or I already marked each of you, and that Angelus already fully embraced….” Angel inclined his head toward Will and Xander as he indicted them. Angel’s eyes immediately fell to his childe, William; unconscious of the events around him his entire body etched in pain, mentally tied to his mate, Drusilla, while cradled and completely helpless within Xander’s arms. Unable to maintain his composure Angel closed his eyes to try to focus on his task and dismiss the pain and images of his childer’s agony only to have his own pain increase and flood his mind.
The light touch of heated flesh on his bare shoulder shocked Angel into reacting as he snapped his eyes open only to witness the dual expressions of concern wash over both his mates. Angel watched in a dumbfounded daze as Wesley’s hand moved in front of his face waving about frantically. A moment later that same hand cupped his jaw before forcefully slapping his cheek. Consciously aware of his mates, but unable to move as the force of the blow did nothing to shake Angel out of the density of pain and despair he was quickly falling deeper into. Only the heat of Wesley’s hands on his cool flesh kept Angel from physically collapsing into their arms.
“Fuck! Deadboy?” Xander tried to adjust his hold on Spike to fully reach Angel and only succeeded jostling Spike’s comatose body closer to his Sire. The next moment Angel screamed as they physically neared. Like embers to a flame the intensity of their embraced fused between Sire and childe flared to life, their bond empathically calling out for him to join in their final death.
Frantic, Wesley started yelling, “Don’t let them touch!” Using both arms and all of his strength, Wes struggled to pull Angel away from Spike just as Xander used all of his strength to pull Spike back away from his Sire. Wesley heaved and anxiously dragged Angel further away to distance the two vampires then protectively rolled on top of Angel.
Without thinking, Wesley fumbled with his pockets until he found his small penknife. Flipping it open, Wesley quickly stabbed his thumb hard enough to bleed profusely before shoving the open wound between Angel’s lips.
Xander screamed, “Are you crazy?”
Hesitantly Wes turned then just stared at Xander, “What?”
At Wesley’s tone, Xander quickly closed his mouth before as he mentally caught up to what he had just said, and why they were there in the first place. Silently Xander recoiled as his imagination betrayed him by conjuring up an image of an exasperated Cordelia tapping her foot, mocking him with a single word, ‘DUH?’
Annoyed with himself, Xander glanced back at the ex-watcher only to dismiss all thoughts other than surprised shock as Angel vamped out and rolled Wesley over until the watcher lay underneath him.
Angel whined in conflicted distress before he instinctually sought out more of the blood in his mouth, Wesley’s blood. It was sweeter, richer than he had remembered. The tip of his tongue danced over the small cut that was now closing. Needing more of the sweet nectar, Angel’s fang slid through the small cut creating a larger deeper gash. Loud slurping noises filled the air as Angel nursed and fed off of Wesley’s thumb.
Slowly Angel seemed to come to his senses as he finished feeding. Leisurely Angel sat up to rearrange his body then leaned back down until he was flush and lined up pressing down into the right angles with the body below him. Smiling wickedly, Angel ground his hardness into Wesley. After another long lingering lick of blood from his lips Angel stared down at the man underneath him… then suddenly became aware of where and what he was doing.
Freshly fed, Angel couldn’t stop the appearance of a slight blush as embarrassment colored his actions. Clearing his throat Angel tried to apologize. “I… Wes, I’m sorry...”
Wesley could only clear his throat as he continued to stare up into Angel’s eyes, dismayed by the unguarded lust that he saw. Nervously, Wesley tried to swallow, but his throat was dry and scratchy, and prevented him from speaking immediately. A tense moment later flush from anger, frustration, and arousal, Wesley finally answered more harshly then he intended, “No, no, not necessary.”
Unmoving Angel watched assorted emotions shift across his friend’s face, but the most prominent radiating off in waves, was lust. No longer interested in denying the inevitable, Angel slowly sat up, and didn’t try to hide his excitement from either mate behind words or excuses. Instead Angel only nodded his acceptance, and then gently picked up the hand he had marked. “I'll finish the embrace with Wesley…” Angel paused as he tried to concentrate, his eyes flashed yellow in unconcealed excitement, “then work on the bond with him, before I'll move to you, Xander.” A small smile escape as he added, “Oh and Xander, if you want to save your shirt it might be best if you take it off now."
Unable to control or filter out his emotions, Angel redoubled his effort and focused on Wesley. Lifting Wesley’s marked hand, Angel caressed and kissed each finger before he lingered over the thumb where Wesley had offered his blood. In-between each soft sensuous swipe of his tongue Angel whispered, “Thank you that was quick thinking.”
Wesley lost all pretense of calmness and moaned at the sight of Angel’s body over his, and the feel of the vampire’s tongue as it played and fondled each index finger. Once Wesley’s thumb was firmly between his lips and he started sucking; Angel’s free hands moved sensuously to gently removed Wesley’s glasses.
Astonished, Xander could only stare stunned in the easy way Angel moved. Showing more patience and grace than Xander had ever given him credit for. Especially considering the circumstances of simultaneously being faced with human blood and sex as Angel sensuously removed Wesley’s glasses in-between several licks and kisses. Before leaning back up, Angel’s fingers danced swiftly unbuttoning Wesley’s shirt.
Angel’s attention never wavered, as he stayed zeroed in on the man below him. "With me Wes?" Angel asked as he reached down, tenderly pulled Wesley’s shirt off throwing it at the red haze behind him. Angel paused to stare deeply into Wesley’s eyes; his hands silently communicating as they continued to move caressing the hot flesh beneath him, before he spoke, “Ready?”
Not really waiting for an answer Angel leaned down and spoke in a low whispered tone directly in Wesley’s ear from a language long forgotten by most; words he had not spoken since he had embraced his childer, Drusilla and William, more than a century ago.
Once the words were spoken Angel leaned up and spoke louder repeating and translating each word for both his mate’s. "What I am, my line, my bloodline, my heart, vampire to human - walk beside me as my chosen embraced. My life my bloodline, accept and be mine." Angel leaned down then licked the thunderous pulse of Wes' jugular before he sank his teeth sank in deeply.
The swift pull of blood brought an unguarded whimper from Wesley’s lips. Immediately Wesley responded, his arms sliding up to wrap around Angel’s shoulders pushing his body further up into Angel's embrace moaning his pleasure as Angel continued to drink from him. With reluctance Angel started to pull away leaving a steady blood flow to cascade down the watcher’s neck.
Unable to hide his desire, Angel demanded, "Xander come here."
Fear and curiosity driving him, Xander reluctantly let go of Spike, and scooted over toward Angel and Wesley. Suddenly he found himself staring eye to eye with Angel who was completely vamped out. He didn’t know what was more distressing willingly being this close to a vamped out Master vampire with warm blood already on his lips who was about to feed on him or his own unexpected response as blood rushed straight to his cock. Frustrated, when his body betrayed him and he couldn’t hide his reaction. Still Xander arched closer as a single touch of Angel’s cool hand started to dance over his flushed skin.
Silently cursing himself, Xander barely registered the words as Angel started to lick his neck then said something else in a bemused whisper. Dazed, Xander only whined in response and inched closer when Angel moved away. Dismayed, his eyes fluttered opened only to glimpse as Angel moved back to lean down and fully kiss Wesley on the lips.
Watching, Xander gulped hard as conscious thought escaped him until he yelped in surprise as he felt Angel’s fingers grab and reach just inside his pants firmly gripping both pants and belt as he forcibly pulled Xander closer until he was almost on top of them with their bodies touching.
Angel hesitantly pulled away even as Wesley arched up trying to hold the vampire in place. Cool fingers grasped Xander’s neck to pull him forward before firmly clasping around his jaw. A thumb caressed, played and tugged on his lower lip. Angel’s hand continued to pressure him forward urging Xander closer to Wesley’s neck. Suddenly Xander found himself up front and personal staring at Wesley’s opened wound. Angel’s large hand petted and inched him still closer until Xander’s lips were mere hair breath above the slightly torn punctured marks.
Faintly as if it was in the distance background Xander heard someone talking. Abruptly his nose was flush with Wesley’s neck, his head was massaged and gently pushed forward until his lips brushed against the wound. Nostrils flared as Xander finally realized what Angel wanted him to do. Disgusted by the thought, but resigned to his fate, Xander attentively reached out with his tongue and licked over a punctured hole wiping away the blood. Wesley immediately reacted and turned his head offering easier access as he quickly swiped over the second punctured mark.
Cool fingers threaded through Xander’s hair then down his back in soothing strokes encouraging him to continue on. Sensations spiraled, as more blood filled his mouth. At first, Xander had tried to ignore his inner voice that screamed his disgust and just focus on the act. The act itself turned out to be one of the most frighteningly exhilarating sexual experiences of Xander’s young life. Especially considering that Anya for all intense purposes, his now ex-fiancée, had garnished a reputation for being the most creative, imaginative, and enthusiastic person for all things that related to giving/receiving orgasms despite her lack of personal and practical knowledge when they initially got together-it was saying a lot.
Gurgled moans filled the air. Wesley withered helplessly under Angel who still straddled his body at the same time Xander continued to lap rhythmically on the watcher’s neck. With increasing enthusiasm Wesley pressed up rubbing harder as he frantically tried to create more friction.
The noises Wesley was creating excited Xander even more, and only made him suck harder as he clamped down over the wound. Xander wasn’t even aware when Angel undid his pants until cool air danced over his naked skin as his pants were pushed pass his knees. Unable to stop his own actions, Xander just opened his legs in invitation and continued to suck and kiss at Wesley’s mark. Unconsciously, Xander’s hands trailed a path down Wesley’s chest copying the same soothing motions that danced over his torso. Suddenly the cool hands changed direction as they slid further down Xander’s back to his upturned ass. The caress quickly became more intimate as Angel wiggled and squeezed his fingers further to pry open Xander’s cheeks until it he was able to scrape his nail over Xander’s puckered entrance.
An unexpected whine lit the air as Xander’s body gave a shudder only to be followed by an aggressive shove back against Angel’s fingers. Without pause Angel’s thumb circled the wrinkled opening; with each pass Xander’s body relaxed further until the tight ring winked greedily at Angel.
Several seconds passed where Angel just stared overwhelming pleased that if nothing else that Xander’s body not only fully accepted, but also even anticipated his touch. With his other hand Angel quickly changed directions; his fingers sliding further down just past his boys hanging sacs until he could feel the imprint of his bite. It was still there, Angelus mark the same one that he claimed and embraced Xander there years ago. Delicately he traced the healed bite that lay almost hidden. Abruptly, Angel’s hands worked in unison as one thumb pushed through the tight muscle entering his boy; the other pushed and scraped over his mark.
Xander’s body jolted and then pushed even further in open invitation for more. Regretful that at the moment couldn’t accept the delicious gift, but rather he needed to finish the ritual. With that in mind, Angel shifted his body and immediately leaned into Xander’s neck; heady with his mate’s scent Angel aggressively bit down into Xander’s jugular creating a more visible embraced mark.
Once he was satisfied with recreating Xander’s embrace Angel reluctantly pulled away and with renewed determination pulled the boy off of Wesley. Quickly Angel reversed his mate’s bodies to where Xander now laid under Angel and Wesley was free to be in a better position to take from Xander just what Xander had taken from him. Without any prodding Wesley did exactly that as he angled then fastened his lips over the punctured marks gracing Xander’s neck.
Long moments passed before Angel had to pull them back. Blood glistened from their lips, their excitement was keen and sharp ready to re-gorge themselves like fresh fledges. Satisfied with the results, Angel leaned in breath in their scent, their blood, and then leaned in further only to sensuously lick their lips clean.
A sharp twinge of pain suddenly interrupted his play only to remind him of their fallen mate - his William.
Even through the thick haze Angel could still hear Willow and her girl’s strong lilt chanting. Immediately around him and his new mates, Angel could feel the strength, the power build fortifying a cocoon for him to claim William and his mates.
The zeal of power simmered; even Angelus was optimistic. Becoming more distant each second was his childe Drusilla as she was becoming nothing more than isolated memories of the past; where Xander and Wesley were replacing her embrace with their own. It was their being, their scent that now filled his senses, but William he was still clinging to. William, he had promised his girl he’d protect. William he needed to focus on - they needed him, Angel needed him.
Drawing from the strength he had gained from his new mates Angel was able refocus on the seriousness of their situation, instead of indulging in his instinct want to gorge himself on the baser needs that was driving his demon regarding his new mates. What he needed, wanted was William. Glancing over to his childe, Angel extradited his limbs from Xander and Wesley to move over to his childe. William needed them.
Swiftly Angel crawled over to pick up and gently cradled his childe before moving over to rejoin their new mates. Alarm sliced through Angel, as he felt William’s still form. Blood tears fell unheeded as his childe stayed trapped within the bond with Dru, his embraced mate. Panicked fear seized him that he might be too late. Now he needed to re-embrace with his childe and mate with him… wipe Dru’s mark out of existence.
Steeling himself for what had to be done Angel moved William until he cradled the younger vampire’s back flush against his chest, surrounded by his new mates. Angel leaned forward tilting Will’s head back, licking his old mark where he had long ago embraced and created his childe. Shifting he gently tilted William’s head to the other side exposing Drusilla’s mark. Here the connection and pain to Drusilla was the strongest, and what needed to be severed.
Angel could almost sense his older childe…. Holding an unneeded breath Angel whispered, ‘good-bye sweet childe’. Without further hesitation Angel acted, his time was up; it had to be now. Reaching out he pulled Xander and Wes closer. As quickly as he could, Angel sliced first his arm then Spike's arm and motioned for Xander and Wes to drink. Without thought they unquestioningly obeyed as each grabbed an arm and started to drink. At the same moment Angel slid his fangs directly over Drusilla’s mark then pushed deeper trying to reach his boy. And bring him back from the devastation that was about to happen.
William lay embraced between the three men; only aware of the pain he could feel from his sweet dark princess.
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Blood tears continuously fell as Spike watched helplessly. "Princess, it won't be long now! Please forgive me for not being there for you…." Spike feverishly begged, as his arms swung through her body.
He didn't know how he got here. Had somehow channeled her, through their connection. If only he knew about this channeling thing years ago. Not that it did him any good in helping Dru since he was corporeal. But they were able to communicate, or they did for a few minutes.
Now he just watched as she muttered a lullaby to Miss Edith, and her girl Darla.
In pained frustration Spike tried to kick a stack of boxes only to watch his foot pass through leaving the boxes undisturbed. If they’d to have their final death they should be together in this… he should be there. Their ashes together…
Spike roared, then whimpered knowing they wouldn’t be dusted together.
It was almost time, her agony would be gone only to be something different in hell. What he wouldn’t give just to have Drusilla his dark plum, his princess back one more day, even that day where she had left him for that fucking chaos demon would have been preferable rather than having to witness this…. His love dusted.
Suddenly gray skies lightened as rays of light stretched out over the horizon. Spike was thankful that Dru was too weak to delay the inevitable. Tears continued to stroll down his cheek as he watched his mate sing her last note as the sun kissed her frayed body and combusted into flames until there was nothing left save the dangling chain that once held his princess.
Screams filled his ears as the connection to Dru faded into nothingness.
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Horrid screams filled the air of the small room where the sounds bounced and echoed around the room. Willow felt the snap and broke her chant, "We're losing them." Willow's panicked gaze bore into Tara silently asking what she should do. Tara’s eyes darted around the room thinking before her gazed settled on the red haze then nervously answered, “Xander?” Willow’s eyes went large, as she understood what Tara was suggesting. Taking a deep breath, Willow could only shake her head in denial. Tara squeezed her hand in comfort. “You have to try, sweetie. I don’t know of another option; she’d help, fight for them… If you want I’ll…."
She never finished as Willow met her lover’s eyes and shook her head knowing Tara was right they didn’t have a choice. “No, I better.” Willow clasped their fingers together even tighter showing her resolve before she returned to face the circle. This time, the air crackled with new power as each witch concentrated and chanted a different spell. The magic within the room came alive sparkling with renewed energy.
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