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Angel/Angelus' Dream
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"What the hell?"

Angelus chuckled, "Not hell laddie, remember we've both been there, and it's a place neither of us will forget any time soon."

Angel turned toward the only other voice in the room, and came face to face with Angelus. Even though he hadn't seen his own face for the last couple of centuries Angel had no doubt about who he was facing, but rather why and how were the only particulars Angel was interested in.

Angelus smirked at the man, "Don't know why or how. Got any other brilliant questions?"

Angel walked up to the man and faced the man down, "You can hear my thoughts?"

"Since we are each a part of the same vampire, though technically separated at the moment `tis not a difficult task laddie."Angel frowned, "How are we separated?" `Is it some sort of punishment for not completing the bond?'

"Jees, do you ever stop brooding? By the way, the bond was completed. I even remember calling on the marks when the pup woke me. Now what is it with that lad? One moment a delicious morsel of fear and anger the next claiming us with his own marks." Angelus first pointed to Angel's neck before reaching out a hand and touched the wound on his own neck. "I have no problem with the boy claiming you---You are a poof after all, but if the boy thinks he can claim me."

"You leave Xander alone." Angel snarled, and stepped into Angelus' face, "It's bad enough I have to remember the things you did before."

Angelus laughed, "That's rich laddie, like you didn't enjoy it."

"I won't tell you again, leave Xander alone."

"Might be difficult to do when we're mated to the boy, `sides you seem to forget we are `One' outside of this place."

Angel didn't know what to say because he was right they were mated to the boy. He reached up to feel his marred neck the same one mirrored Angelus' flesh. Flesh that was torn by human teeth. `Xander did this?'

"Aye. It was the boy that finished the bond. From the beginning I was consumed with the pain, and that's all I remember ---when dawn hit. It rivaled hell---My poor Drusilla."

"Don't." Angel couldn't bare the thought not only of Drusilla, but also from feeling Spike and Angelus' pain. Pain and love he never thought a bloodthirsty demon could feel.

"Screws with your mind does it laddie? Glad to know something does soul-boy."

"Which brings us back to why are we're here? And where is here?" Angel said more to himself than to Angelus.

A cool voice rang out just above the sound of clicking heels against the floor, "And that is so important? Isn't just the fact that you're both here sufficient enough?"

Both men turned to stare at the one woman neither would have ever thought they'd see again."

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"Giles I think we better do something soon. There's just too many of us here, and no way to really protect ourselves." Giles turned and smiled warmly at the young woman who he loved and considered her more as a daughter than a friend, or a Watcher to his slayer.

Buffy smiled back enjoying all the warm fuzzy feelings she was getting from Giles. "Yes, you're quite right. There's no reason to think we are the only marks of Angel and Spike. Others may have some distance to travel, but all will be compelled to come to them, not to a place."

"Let's not forget D & D-they might have some marks." Gunn stated.

"Yes, and thank you for not saying her name-it's quite difficult enough---" Giles quietly stated.

Nodding knowing exactly what the man wasn't saying, "I hear you. We all feel it, intense."

Willow cleared her throat, "So what are we going to do? Just wait for them to wake up?"

"No we can't. We need a bigger place, I mean how many do we have.." Buffy started looking around and mentally added their new additions, "18 so far. Plus we need a better strategy for defense. What we've got now just isn't going to cut it."

"Suggestions?" Giles inquired.

Buffy too a breath as she focused on the problem ahead of them, "Yeah I was thinking Angel's mansion. He's kept it maintained; relatively large somewhere around 10 bedrooms. It's a fortress made of stone, so it would be more difficult to burn us out. More isolated, and has a built in defense system with secret passages, and there is a direct link to the tunnel sewer systems to allow us, or them to leave any time of day." Buffy eyed them as they absorbed her suggestion.

Gunn was the first to speak, "Sounds good."

Willow asked, "Oh, I could go over and start a protection spell, kinda like I did here."

"No, I think it would be wiser if you stayed here Willow to protect the others. You're stronger than Tara, or I. If you don't mind Tara and I can do the protection spell, and help set things up before we transfer to the mansion." Giles replied trying to ignore Willow's pout at the same time.

Tara grabbed her hand and whispered into her ear, "It's ok baby we won't be gone long, and we can stop at the magic shop and pick up some supplies."

Giles nodded, "That's a good idea Tara. We each should make up groups to gather supplies to bring to the mansion. Food is going to be required and we really don't know how long this is going to take. I'll have to make a point to ask Anya how long the last clan war lasted."

"Five years." Anya replied. Everyone turned as they saw Anya standing there with Lorne right behind her.

"Good way to join the party sugar." Lorne quipped.

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Angel/Angelus' Dream cont
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"You're dead!"

"Yeah, and I could say the same about you."

Angelus stepped forward, "You could, and you'd be correct lass, but if my memory hasn't failed me I'd say that I killed you. A sweet memory it is too. You gave such a lovely chase then the snap of your neck; ah music to my ears. Are you here to re-live it? You'd have to give a better chase then before-more of a challenge. What'd you say lass; up for a game?" Angelus grinned enjoying the lasses eyes narrowing under his proposing gaze.

Angel snarled, "Stop it. It is you then---Jenny?"

"I'd say in the flesh, but that would be a lie, but I am here yes. I guess I really do have you to thank Angel for that." She stressed his name signifying the difference between the two. "It was your guilt that brought me to this existence."

"How? What is this? Why are we.?"

"Yes, why are you two? Better than one. You I can thank-this I can." Without a sound flesh tore into the shape of fingernails appeared on Angelus' face.

Angelus laughed, "Ah, and the game begins. Shall I turn the other cheek?"

Angel stood mesmerized as more marks appeared on Angelus' face from which he snarled and roared in return. Angel continued watching the mirror image of his face being torn apart turning into a bloody pulp. It took a moment before Angel realized Angelus wasn't toying with Jenny nor taunting her for more, but immobile to anything about it. And he found himself in the same prediction instead of frozen in place from shock as he first assumed. It also took him several more minutes before he realized Angelus' howls were cries of frustration from his failure to release his game-face.

"Enough!" Angel yelled.

Jenny whirled on Angel as she shouted her disgust, "Enough! Enough for the monster that killed me, who enjoyed torturing Rupert, who's killed thousands? Have you forgiven him all that-taken him into the bosom of your heart? Does your soul forgive everything he has done?"

Another voice rang out, "He's right enough. That is not why you're here, or them."

Angel turned, and gasped at the man standing there.

Doyle stood watching his friend, his former boss stand there agape, and lost for words.

Jenny recomposed herself as she watched the men's silent exchange; "I think you've shocked him into silence."

Angelus cleared his throat, "Think you might be willing to release me lass, so we might finish this proper?"

"When pigs fly." Jenny hissed.

"Jenny" Doyle warned back.

"You couldn't give me more time? I've barely begun." Sighing she waved her hand, and both Angel, and Angelus were released from her hold.

Angelus quickly went to grab her and was stunned when his arms went through her body. "Hell lassie, you really don't play fair."

"Would you like to play with me then?" A petite girl not much taller than his waist stepped forward. This time it was Angelus' turn to gasp as the girl moved toward him.

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"Q. My name is Quinn my husband's name is Quincy we live in Queens, and we sell q????---Fuck, this game sucks, and it sure as hell isn't keeping my mind off of returning home. Home? Sunnydale's not my home. Hasn't been my home in.. Damn it Jay why'd you have to die? What am I going to do without you? I promise you that vampire bitch is gonna pay." Anne estimated she'd reach Sunnydale's city limits in less than an hour. Another hour before she could enlist Buffy's help in killing the vampire that destroyed her life.

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"Play with you? I killed you, you're the reason I got him." Angelus nodded his head toward Angel. "I'd do it again if you'd stay dead, and your people didn't interfere in the natural order of things!"

"Natural order! Is that what murdering innocent people are to you?" Jenny violently spat as she rounded on Angelus, but was blocked by the girl who stood in front of her."I'm a vampire, a demon; it's who and what I am. I don't see any difference between sinners and innocents, she was my food, and at the time a delicious morsel. Then your people created him." Angelus growled back.

"And you were caged, the demon beast crushed and held in place by the light of a soul." The girl circled the vampire where she held him immobilized. Her dark chestnut hair fell in ringlets surrounding her smooth ivory face. Large button brown eyes completed the picture of innocence that Angelus killed years before.

Angelus hissed a plea toward Angel, "Keep her away from me. Please!"

Angel stood watching the encounter unable to believe his counterparts reaction, as the scent of Angelus' fear filled his nostrils. His fright was from the young gypsy girl who was the beginning of Angel's existence. Liam, the human he had been before he was turned no longer existed, and whatever small part there was of him was a willing part of Angelus. Liam was never a `guilt ridden sodden poof', as Spike would say, but more the carefree fun loving drunk, lazy Irish man that took and had no responsibilities in life. At twenty-six Liam had been a little more than a worthless bum leeching off his parents, avoiding the responsibilities of life waiting till Da kicked him out. But it was him, the brooding one, who had the conscious guilt for the three of them, Liam, Angelus, and himself all wrapped into one package. And now he couldn't stand to let Angelus hang in his own fear, but he didn't have the courage to stop the child Angelus brought death to, and who in turn gave him life through his soul.

Turning away from his growling image, "Doyle what's going on here? Why are we here?"

Doyle looked over to Angel, "You should know the Powers, it's always the `Powers That Be'." Doyle turned back toward the girl, "Tatiana, knock it off. We don't have much time."

The girl stomped her foot in a childish display that belied her true age of existence, "We never have any fun."

Doyle shook his head, "Gypsies."

Angel placed his hand on Doyle's shoulder drawing his attention, "You mentioned the PTB? What's going on? Does it have to do with the bond? Cain?"

"Of course, it is soul-one, you think I'd be here and not dust on the floor of hell if I wasn't connected through the friggin bond. I'm born, run free, and play like the good vamp I am. Next thing I know you and your bleedin conscious soul slam me, trap, and cage me for a hundred years. I'm set free for the briefest moments, and everyone except Dru expects me to be sane. Sane after you had me crawling around the floor, drinking rats blood, and feeling guilty over it. Fucking hell, then you're praying to be dust. Now she wants to cage me again. I can feel it." Snarling Angelus fought against the invisible barrier that held him in place in a vain effort to be free.

"Doyle?" Angel asked, trying to ignore his feeling toward Angelus' distress.

"Aye, she does, but she doesn't have the power. Besides the PTB want you two together." Doyle looked over toward Jenny who finally signed leaving the girl and walked over to Angel and Doyle.

Doyle smiled and continued, "You my friend are in a very precarious position. One where neither we, nor the powers have any control over the out come. You've both been given the power of free will. Things right now are set up for a domino effect. Your actions set the game, and either of you can change the direction, the flow of the dominos, and that's why the Powers sent us."

Jenny stepped into Angel's personal space, "We have the misfortune to warn you that your merging is not complete."

"Not a misfortune." Doyle answered back, "I'm enjoying the opportunity to see, and forewarn a friend. But she's right you're merging is not complete. You both tolerate each other, and as such you will not survive. To survive the upcoming events you'll need to rely, and trust each other."

"Events? What powers does Cain possess?" Angel needed to know, but they ignored his questions as Jenny circled around him like a predatorily snake before leaning forward and whispering in his ear, "Rupert is now yours, protect him with your life, or I will have your unlife."

Jenny moved away as she joined the girl Tatiana and they clasped hands and started singing as they skipped around the still immobile Angelus, "Ring around the roses--right, left, front, back---mirror image. Life death, pocket full of poses, Angel gypsies, curses, London Bridge we all fall down. Souls, demons, mates, life, death, traitors among us, ashes ashes and we all are gone."

Doyle stood with Angel and watched as the gypsies faded away, and only a whisper of their voices hung in the air. "Our time is done. It's good to see you Angel." Turning, Doyle faced Angelus, "even you Angelus. Trust in each other; trust in your hearts. Oh, and give my princess a kiss." Doyle started to walk away as his image also faded into nothingness.

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Part 20:

Nicholas continued to stroke his new childe's face before gently inquiring, "She's going to wake soon. We'll need the feeder. Do you have him ready?"

Nicholas barely heard the softly spoken, "Yes Master."

"Sasha, please this wasn't my choice, but she is here now; I won't deny her, she is ours. We're a family now, mi amour. Now go, and bring me the feeder, I will bind him to us before she wakes. And Sasha two warm ones for us as well."

"Yes Nicholas, right away."

Nicholas watched as Sasha scurried to do his bidding before bringing his attention back to his new childe. He delicately traced his fingers from one scar to another as he recalled the beauty she once was graced with. Now, her human beauty was gone for eternity. He was able to reduce some of the scaring that was etched into her face, as well as reset her bones, so that they'd heal correctly once she woke to feed. "Ah Lilah my childe, you are a strong one I can feel it, and you'll grow stronger. Which will be good for your brother, so I know you'd protect him when I cannot. You were not my choice, but I wonder if I could have chosen better."

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"So what the hell is the name of this place?" Gunn called out to the petite girl walking ahead of him.

Buffy stopped and turned back toward Gunn, "Are you always this irritatingly demanding?"

"Yeah, guess I am." Gunn answered daring her to make something of it.

Buffy eyed him trying to hide her smile, "Ok, just checking for future reference."

Gunn smiled back, "Though not as demanding as Cordy, which I will deny to my dying breath I ever said."

"Fair enough, as long as you don't forget the irritating part, Cordelia wins that hands down." Buffy countered.

Gunn laughed. They crossed the street, finally stopping to stand in front of Willy's bar, and then entered. Gunn still wasn't sure about trusting this Willy guy; he was a snitch, and snitches couldn't be trusted. Especially, those who were snitches in and around the supernatural world; kind of like Merle before he was splattered goo guts on the floor. Snitches were loyal only to, and for themselves, the highest bidder, or whoever was threatening their pathetic skins at any precise moment.

Gunn followed Buffy in, and instantly became alert. The first thing they both noticed was the empty bar when there should have been at least a few people there at that particular hour. Second was the silence that echoed off the walls. Looking around they started to make their way toward the kitchen, and the backroom looking for the proprietor. After searching the back, and the back alley; though the backroom door was locked from the inside. They headed back to the front room trying to find a clue, which was difficult because everything was neat and clean, with no signs of a struggle, or a fight. It was like Willy opened the place turned on the lights then just walked out.

"So this the norm here leaving the business open with no one in attendance? If it is we sure could use one back home." Gunn mumbled as he continued looking around.

Buffy walked around to the back counter reaching for the register. "No, something happened, Willy's not one to skip town without." Her foot started to slip; as she looked down she saw the blood seeping on to the floor from under the counter. Bending down she saw the reason for Willy's absence, or what she guessed was left of the man known as Willy. Though there was little to no resemblance of the skinned skewered body pieces that lay neatly packed on the shelves under the bar.

Buffy almost jumped as she felt Gunn's hand squeeze her shoulder. "Willy?"

"Yeah, I think so." Buffy answered.

"Think he got caught snitching to someone he shouldn't?"

Standing she turned toward Gunn, "No, too much of a coincidence. Besides being a major YUK factor, it's too neat. Most baddies around here go for the messy yuk."

Gunn looked back to where the body was neatly packed. "So that means?"

"Means we hit the hospital for our blood. We'll try and go for the freshest possible. Whoever Willy's suppliers are I don't trust them now! Come on lets go. Faster we get this finished the faster we get back to the others."

Buffy headed toward the door with Gunn following closely behind her.

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LA

"What'd you find?" Coop hastily inquired.

"Not a thing man. Cops are crawling all over the center. No sign of Anne either. She could be among those bodies, but I doubt it. I." The young man avoided Coop's eyes.

"Well what is it?" Coop demanded.

"Nothing really I just collected Jay's things for yah." He passed a few things over to the older man.

He stared at few objects in his hands. Pulling one from the small pile, a gold chain link necklace Coop placed his brother's chain over his head. "Thanks."

"Have you heard from VC?"

"Right behind you man. Gone all of them. Hotel's empty. Same with Gunn's and the other addresses you gave me. Checked around at that Caritas place, green guy's gone too. Guy I talked to doesn't know where. What'd we gonna do?" VC whined like a little boy belying his size of girth.

"We'll find them, and get some help."

"Where're we gonna find someone to help us?"

"Where Gunn told us to, Sunnydale. Spread the word."

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Three humans walked in huddled together as they tried to hide in a dark corner to make themselves as inconspicuous as possible. One of the three was trying their best to crouch down, but still towered over the other two. Following close behind them Sasha, closed and locked the door behind him. "Master, the feeder is ready."

"Very good bring him closer." Nicholas gently moved his childe off his lap as he stood to face the feeder. Sasha pushed the man closer into the light. He was clean, and his slick hair appeared dark due to the washing Sasha had supervised. Nicholas poked, and prodded the boy until he stood. Erect he stood taller than Nicholas by almost four inches.

"You are strong, as strong as my childe." Stepping in closer Nicholas started to remove the boy's shirt. "So many marks." Nicholas whispered in his ear. Then leaned into his neck sniffing. The boy's response was quick as he started moaning and leaned forward wanting this man's touch, his bite. Nicholas nuzzled the boy's neck and took a few licks over various wounds. "You are aged boy. How long have you been a Thrall?"

"Almost eight months, Sir." The boy answered quickly.

"Eight months? And you're still alive very impressive indeed. What's your name boy?"

"Riley Finn Sir."

"Sasha, I believe we have a military man here, is that correct boy?" Nicholas asked as he stepped back from the boy and slowly walked around him inspecting every inch of him with his eyes.

"I was Sir, Lieutenant Finn, but---I left." Riley trailed off.

"Seems as if the Lieutenant will be able to entertain us with a story later on. I'm sure my childe will enjoy that. Well, Mr. Finn, do you realize the rarity of remaining alive as an unclaimed thrall for the length of time you have?" Nicholas asked, but wasn't interested in a verbal response as his finger played over the boys lips.

Riley tried to stand still even as his body hummed with the excitement of the possibility of this man sucking him dry. Gone were the days when he had any control over his own life, and now only lived for the thrill of someone's lips sucking out his life force.

"Do you know who I am, boy?"

Again Riley only nodded his confirmation.

"Good. You, my boy, are on borrowed time of your own choice, but I'd like to change that if you're willing." Nicholas hesitated a moment, and avoided looking over at Sasha knowing he'd be as shocked as the boy since he hadn't discussed this aspect of his plan. "At the moment you're nothing more than a feeder, a thrall for any vampire that twitches a finger your way. Frankly I'm surprised you're still alive, that your compulsions haven't have you on your knees begging until you are sucked dry. You don't even have the option of being turned into minion status-you are marked by too many. No one would Sire such used goods. I have the power to change that---by embracing you, and making you my childe's, and my pomme de sang."

Nicholas closed his eyes the second he heard Sasha's slight gasp knowing the pain he was causing his precious. The moment he smelled Sasha's tears almost undid him, and he knew he had to rush. He hated himself for causing his love so much pain. But it couldn't be helped; Father played a dangerous game, one he had no intention of losing. Forcing him to make Lilah his childe as further punishment for loving Sasha, and at the brink of a clan war that Father had initiated. His childe was too young to learn hunt during such a dangerous time left him with the only option of having a feeder. And childer, elite childer of a Master didn't have feeders they had pomme de sang's. He could just imagine Father's face when he realized he took on a pomme de sang, and embraced with him. A thrall on the tail end of being dust, how ironic. He was determined that he and this family of his would survive however, no matter what.

Nicholas tried to ignore Sasha. Moving in closer to the boy inhaling his scent, so he could enjoy the boy's arousal. "Embraced means you will be mine-hers, and as our pomme de sang you will stay human. An exclusive feeder to enjoy the same thrill as you do now as a thrall, but only we three will ever feed from you. What do you say bo-Riley? Do you consent to be our pomme de sang?"

His throat was too dry as he tried to answer the Master, and only a choked up sound escaped his mouth that accompanied his vigorously nodding head answering him in the affirmative.

"Good, I am pleased." Nicholas licked his pulse point enjoying hearing his heart thundering loudly in his excitement.

"Sasha come here and bring the food with you." Nicholas moved closer to the bed and directed the boy to lie next to his childe who still slept the sleep of the dead.

Sasha nodded at Nicholas' request and brought the food over who quivered in fear at being noticed. As Sasha moved he felt nothing other than defeat, and the loss of his beloved Master.

Nicholas stood and reached for Sasha, pulling his beloved to him and tilting his face up. Then began to kiss, lick away his fallen tears. "Shhh, trust me, mi amour, you are my heart for eternity." Nicholas took his time caressing and soothing his loves fears as he slowly shed his shirt. Grabbing the hair of one human, Nicholas tilted his neck then glanced over at Riley who lay there watching intensely as Nicholas licked the man's jugular before sinking his teeth in and draining him.

Riley whimpered, unable to stop his growing excitement from watching Nicholas feed even as he dropped the dead body to the floor and grabbed the girl. His need, and arousal pulsed, and pushed out all other thoughts other than having Nicholas feed from him. It filled him, becoming his only desire, reason to exist.

The girl he held never uttered a sound as he drained away her life. Dropping her body, he reached for Sasha's and crushed him to his body in a bruising kiss, now it was Sasha's turn to whimper. Nicholas moved them back over to the bed ripping Sasha's shirt open, as he sat with his back against the headboard, and maneuvered Sasha between his legs. Quickly Nicholas slashed his right breast and placed Sasha's mouth over the wound to feed his half-breed childe. This was pleasure his father would never be able to take from them without dusting him first. With his other hand, Nicholas started to pet his new boy and allowed him to move closer.

It was time to embrace the boy. Nicholas gently pushed Sasha away who whined at the loss of his Sire's blood, but he continued caressing and petting his love. "It is time. I need to embrace the boy. Remember you are my first, mi amour, my heart. Be with me as I embrace him, accept him as a brother, as my childer's pomme de sang I swear to you, blood to blood you have my vow only you shall ever be my mate, mi amour."

Sasha was lost in the emotions of his Sire's love, and for the first time felt secure of his place with his Sire. Slowly, a smile appeared as he nodded and reached over and gently grabbed the young man who had silently watched the exchange. Leaning into him, he kissed the soft heated lips, and felt his Sire's hands on his head urging him on. He nudged the boy's mouth open and slipped his tongue inside enjoying as the heat enveloped his mouth.

The boy hesitated for only a moment before aggressively attacking and devouring Sasha's mouth seeking every drop of Nicholas' blood in and around his mouth.

Nicholas looked on even more pleased. Pleased with Sasha for his acceptance and forgiving him for embracing another, and pleased with his new boy. A thrall no less, but one with strength, and a passion to match it. He will be a good match for his childe, and a good playmate for Sasha.

Sasha felt his Sire's eyes and turned not releasing the boy until he placed the boy he held securely once again in his Sire's arms. Nicholas licked and nibbled on Sasha's lips once more then turned to Riley's jugular licking and nuzzling his flesh whispering the words of embracing rights to the boy, "What I am-what I have-what is in my heart, my blood---I will be for you-I will accept you in my life, my blood, accept my embrace, my life, my blood, my bloodline, my family." Nicholas' tongue tasted the skin one last time looking straight at Sasha as he sank his teeth in deep, sucking hard as the boy bucked backward into Sasha who held him tight as his body rocked in ecstasy.

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A heavy warmth filled, and confused his every senses. Inhaling deeply, Angel finally realized it was his mate's scents and their bodies that surrounded him in a cocoon of heat, and that it was Xander who lay squarely on top of him. He took a moment to enjoy the heat, while one hand was able to access, and caress his mate's hair. `His mates, it was a dream then---dream?' It took a moment before Angel recalled the entire dream, `but it wasn't a dream was it?' A voice echoed in his head, but not from the usual far off distance in his head. No, it was closer, Angelus was closer, he was here enjoying Xander's warm as much as he was. Angelus was beside him, equal to him. Not warring, and fighting over every moment, no antagonism, but peacefulness. When they had merged they tolerated each other to function, but there was friction all the time, now all he felt was strength, and oneness. `Don't be so surprised, we're one, we have the same goals now. Ah, our boy is waking.'

Angel felt the small movements of Xander nuzzling closer, licking and nibbling the mark on his neck. He couldn't stifle the moan that escaped his mouth, or stop grinding his hardness into Xander's as his hand tightened in the boy's hair pulling him closer still.

Xander smiled, he was still dreaming, but this time he was on top. He'll show that hyena brat, but it was the unexpected gasp that forced him to open his eyes, and pull his head up.

His eyes went wide when he realized the man underneath him was not himself, but Angel. `Angel, ah fuck NO!!' He heard another gasp, and turned toward the sound of Cordelia Chase.

She half lay there on the floor with her mouth gaping open staring at the girl who was nestled in between her legs with her head square on her crotch.

Without thinking of his own predicament, Xander started laughing, bringing her attention to himself.

Cordelia immediately recognized the person laughing at her, and turned ready to give him hell, but the sight that greeted her silenced any thought she had.

Xander watched as he was about to be on the receiving end of one of Cordy's stinging retorts, but was shocked when she only dropped her mouth open and stared wide eyed at him-then it hit him. Him and Angel, naked.

"ARGggggg." Xander scrambled backwards, trying to get off of him, but only stumbled sideways and fell on a naked Wesley who made a thump sound at his rude awakening. A sharp squeal came next as Cordy's girl woke from the entire racket.

Xander turned back to the sound of heels, and looked up to see Anya, "It's about time you woke, took you long enough. Will you all have sex now?"

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