Armageddon Saga II
Chapter Four: Hidden Agendas
By the Lady Sirona ladysirona@LadySirona.com
Willow woke gently enjoying the sensual sensation of Xander snuggled in her arms. She loved it. All her life she had adored him, and finally now they were together. He had come back to her the previous night after a little alone time, took a shower and then had made passionate love to her until she was breathless. She woke and stroked him not being able to get enough of him. "Hi lover..." she purred. She smiled to her herself. She had never thought *she* would ever say that!Xander woke to Willows touches and kisses. He opened his sleepy eyes and looked at Willow, his Willow, so sweet loving caring. Then he remembered that just last night before making passionate love to her he had betrayed her with Angel. Oh god, what kind of man was he? Willow was his best friend and now his lover. Damn it why did this happen to him? "Hi there yourself hot stuff." He answered while stroking her face with his fingertips.
Willow smiled. "I loved last night… and I want a repeat..." She stroked him and being a smart man, he did as she asked...
Colette was a watcher in training even at nine years old. She knew she needed some help in making a present for her father. She looked at the dark haired man with the redheaded Watcher trainee who attended the Slayer and Watcher Prime. He was sometimes irreverent and silly and would possibly know how to help her since her was in the Slayer's troop. She approached Xander with big eyes. "Can you help me?"Xander looked from the computer game he was playing to gaze at the little girl. "Uhh yeah I guess I can if you tell me what you need?"
"Well... I want to make my daddy a present, but I don't know how to find what I want to make him. If I tell anyone who knows him, they may ruin the surprise." She looked at him through her brown bangs with big chocolate hopeful eyes...
Xander was confused as to what she wanted from him. "Well what is it you want?"
"I need to find a picture I can trace of Angelus' tattoo. My daddy and my uncle specialize in Angelus, and I want to make him a picture of his tattoo but I can't find it. I thought you would know where to get a picture of it." She was young and had no idea that there was no picture of it, only written descriptions from watchers who never lived long enough to describe it fully.
Xander looked at he. "Well let me talk to a friend of mine and we will see what we can do, ok?" Xander found himself smiling at her. She was a darling child, he had never thought of children before but his new relationship with Willow had his mind going in directions it *never* had before. He knew he had the perfect place to get it off of, Angelus himself! He smiled as she impulsively hugged him and scampered off for her drawing material.
Willow watched him interact with the child, and for the first time in her life she admitted she thought of Xander as a father and shivered. *Down girl, you're getting way TOO serious, TOO fast! * But she didn't listen to herself and she sat and watched him wondering what it would feel like to have his child growing in her.
Xander went to Buffy and Angel's room and knocked on the door. Buffy awoke when she heard the knock. She looked down and saw Angel was asleep lying on his back, snuggled up against her and they were both nude. She pulled she sheet up to cover them both. "Come in."Xander walked in. "Uhh Buffy, Angel I want to ask something. There is a little girl who wants to trace Angel's tattoo but she can't find a picture of it. I wanted to ask Angel if he would mind letting her trace it off his back? It is a present for her daddy."
Buffy grinned she couldn't believe Xander was doing such a thing, even for a little girl. He and Angel HATED one another. "I don't mind but...." She trailed off, the meaning was obvious. It was up to Angel who was back to sleep, his badly abused body needing sleep to repair itself since he had no bio-kill to do so.
Xander knew Buffy and Angel where nude under the sheet. Oh god, his mind and body shivered at the thought of Angel nude laid out like a banquet. "Angel, what do you say?"
Angel groaned remembering a question about a little girl and his tattoo. "Whatever... sleep" Angel rolled over onto his side and exposed the discussed shoulder with the tattoo and drifted off back to sleep.
Buffy was shocked. "Ok, Xander, hand me my nightgown off the chair so I am dressed, and go get your little girl." That thought was weird. Xander looked at Buffy and handed her the night grown. Xander wished he were that nightgown, and not so much because it was going on Buffy, but because it was going to be next to Angel!
The little girl walked into the master suite with Xander hand in hand. She was going into the Slayer Prime's room! She learned from Xander that her consort had the same tattoo as Angelus and she would be able to trace it! She was so excited both in the ability to make something for her father he wanted and didn't have, and she would meet Slayer prime! The watcher household had not seen much of the bedridden Slayer since she had arrived. She had been bedridden to heal, and she was exclusively cared for by her support personnel especially her consort. Colette shivered.They entered the master bedroom and she stood initially in awe. In the large bed was a woman Colette knew to be the slayer. She looked as if she was tired and wane. With a second glance it was easy to see she was in early pregnancy, like her mom's friend. She was on the far side of the bed closer to the window. On his stomach with his back to her was a large black haired man with a tattoo on his right shoulder and she realized this was it!
Angel lay there, knowing he looked asleep, but he was far from it. He smelled Buffy and Xander in the room. He thought about when he told Buffy about him and Xander. Would she kill him? He didn't see Buffy the type to be in an open relationship, and worse yet for Xander: what would Willow think? Willow had loved Xander since they where kids. To find out that your best friend and lover is having sex with your best friend's husband… well it didn't look good for either one of them. He wondered if would the two women in their life make them chose between them?
Buffy watched the child walk into the room She was cute and darling and the awe the child of watcher's had for her was daunting. She had gotten used to being flippant about being the chosen one. She realized then there were people who dedicated their lives to her cause, who burrowed information out of obscurity who may go their entire lives without never seeing a slayer: The Watcher's. A Watcher could literally go ages or their entire life without ever seeing the Slayer Prime. She felt humbled by a child's desire to give a present to her daddy.
Xander helped the child hold the paper on Angel's well cool muscled back as she focused endlessly on her task. He couldn't help but stroke lightly being that close and unable to do what he really want to do: Lie in bed and make love to him. Angel lay there perfectly still. He looked at Xander, he felt the pull of the bond and but could do nothing, and it made him ache inside.
Buffy was tired and seeing that Angel and Xander were going to "play nice" she drifted off to sleep, unaware that the love of her life was more focused on her best friends man than her...
Xander unconsciously brought as much of his body into contact with Angel's body as he could without being obvious. The erection straining his jeans put an ache in him that he knew Willow would never satisfy, not like Angel could.
It wasn't fair. They saved the world. Buffy and the entire Scooby team and Kendra survived what should have been their deaths. He had Willow and Buffy had Angel, they were supposed to live happily ever after. Not get into this fucking mess!
Angel could feel the tension in Xander building. He touched Xander's hand as if in sleep, but he looked at Xander to see if he would look at him. Sometimes just touching the human by the vampire calmed the bond down.
Xander felt the ache lessen and warmth and love flow through him and he saw Angel was awake and touching him. He too felt it. He made a motion of repositioning his hands to hold the paper better, while stroking Angel in the process...
The picture was done and was a neat perfect tracing of his tattoo. Colette was grateful the man never moved, and the man helping her made sure to hold the paper for her and kept making her work on it until it was perfect even though it had taken HOURS. Finally they were finished and they left a sleeping Slayer and her consort.
A week and half later:Xander was sitting at the computer playing computer games watching the Domestic with Watcher's. People were scattered around the working area working, reading or having low toned conversations. Willow was happily working on the net. Buffy was supposed to be reading, but in fact was dozing in a lard armrest chair with Angel at her side.
Over the last week or so Angel and Xander had been able to get a lot of the ache and attraction out of their system so it was a pull but not an obsession. They were still drawn and ached for one another but it wasn't driving either of them insane...
Watcher Giles Senior walked in and saw the support personnel of Slayer Prime. Anger burned through him, leave it to Rupert to be rebellious and successful! Willard Giles stalked into the room looking at the son his wife had born, not to him but to another man! He and his wife had separated over his temper and eventually reconciled. But not before she had come back the marriage something he could not give her: pregnant. He had hated Rupert ever since.
Willard never knew who Rupert's real father was, but his breeding showed him to be a Watcher. Most people didn't know that Watcher's were a breed apart and the affinity for the job and the intelligence and skills were handed from parents to children in genes as well as in teaching. Knowing the excelling son of his wife was not of his seed had eaten at the older man until it had erupted into outright abuse, which had made Rupert's life a living hell.
He knew Rupert thought his dalliance with that twisted crowd of Ethan Rayne's into black magick, drugs, sex, and rock and roll, and was a form of rebellion against him. In reality it had pleased him greatly, but her would never let Rupert see that. He had hoped The Watcher's would reject Rupert. But they accepted him when something had gone horribly wrong and a few of his friends had died, and he had crawled back to the Council.
Willard fumed. His wife was now dead, but not before she saw her bastard son take the reins of the Slayer Prime who had somehow missed the wide net of Slayer potentials. She was wild card that had been the death of Merrick. Willard had watched Rupert take the wild rebellious teen who had caused the death of her first watcher with the high hopes of a repeat with him. He had a large insurance policy on Rupert and had looked forward to both the knowledge of his failure with the Slayer Prime and the money from his death.
Not even the End of the world could kill this bastard.
When they had first met Willard saw the fear in Rupert's eyes, he still remembered the pain, isolation, beatings and abuse. The adult stood tall while the child within cringed and cried and Willard loved it. Willard couldn't resist it, and as he walked behind Rupert, he back-handed him with a heavy blow to the back of the head which rocked Rupert forward causing him to strike his forehead on the table in front of him.
This had been a favorite from of abuse for Willard, and one he knew Rupert remembered all to well. He also knew that it and would strike right at the "inner child" as the current babble speak pop psychologist's called it would react to. Giles was stunned and filled with terror and fear, from a source he couldn't name. He sat there stunned. Willard smiled ignoring the horrified expressions on his fellow watcher's faces at his actions.
The Watchers watched in horror as Willard struck his son Rupert. Long known for his gross abuse of his son, Willard was often chastised and reprimanded by the counsel for it. They were shocked when he did it in front of his slayer!
Buffy erupted from her chair and standing on her one good leg she and slapped the man who had walked in and for no reason struck her watcher. Unused to quick position changes after her illness and still extremely weak, she became dizzy and swayed in her place. With out thinking Willard backhanded the woman who had dared to strike him in a severe blow to the face knocking her into the table and then to the ground before he realized the woman he slapped down was Slayer Prime!
Angelus came alive as if someone hit him with holy water. He jumped over the table as he went deep into game face, fangs out, he was going for the kill! Before his prey or anyone else in the room had a change to so much as gasp, he grabbed the guy who hit his woman and slammed him into the wall. "Got a death wish little man?" His eyes were a deep golden yellow. It was obvious to all in manner and speech that this was all ANGELUS!
Willow jumped up from her chair and hung on Angelus’ arms as he was literally choking the life out of the man who had dared to strike Buffy. "No, NO, NO Angel! He's not worth it!" She batted Angel on the nose much like an owner trying to get their terrier to drop a squirrel, much to the watcher's amazement.
Angelus looked at Willow and then back at the man he dropped him still in deep game face and growling. Buffy got up slowly and swayed... "Angelus?" She asked softly. She did so knowing that it was loud enough for his vampire hearing. She knew who was out, she had to get him to drop him without killing him and come to her of his own free will. "Angelus, help me please!" She swayed and started to crumple.
In a heartbeat Angelus was at her side. He picked her up cradling her in his arms. "I'm here lover. I'm here. I’ve got you." She snuggled into him and relaxed into his embrace. His strong arms loved and protected her.
Willow smiled knowing what Buffy had done. Had she been well she would have beat the crap out the man herself, but she was weak and this asshole hurt her! Willow slapped him while he was sitting on the floor, his pants wet and the smell announcing his dual embarrassment to the room. "You *ever* hit Giles or Buffy like that again Mister... I will hold you so Angel kills you myself!"
Angelus growled as he held Buffy. "Come Buffy Let me take you to our room"
She purred and nodded "I need to lie down..." Angelus walked the entire way there, still deep in game face, growling under his breath. He closed the door and laid her down.
The watchers stared in shock as Angelus went from raging out of control monster to dutiful consort. The young woman had manhandled him and swatted him, and he hadn't killed Willard. That astounded them. All Watchers' present knew Angelus kill time was less than 3 seconds or 3 heartbeats. They realized that he had chosen to SCARE Willard not kill him. In doing so he was showing a control they never thought possible in a vampire.What was more amazing was the Prime team took his monster image in stride, and they were not upset or distressed by it, showing that they were used to him in monster form. The ones who were unaware the consort to the Slayer was a vampire were in shock.. The head of the council knew he had a LONG night
Angelus looked at her. "Did he hurt you anywhere Buffy?" He looked over her he had found nothing. He was still in game face and growling under his breath.Buffy looked up at him. She could tell he was still raging inside. She knew Angel hated for her to handle him in gameface, but she found it erotic. She had to calm Angelus or he would go back and kill that bastard and all hell would break loose"Angelus come here, strip, lay with me. Hold me, I need you." She slipped out of her caftan she wore for its ease of dress and removal. The bruise from where she hit the table on her ribs was darkening. It was right above the scare where the chest tube had been inserted, "Not much, slight bruise."Angelus did as she asked. He stripped his clothes and lay beside her, stroking her. He kissed the bruise as if to make it better "Oh god, you feel so good baby, stroke me, touch me.”Angelus looked at her. Gently touching her. It was new to him he had never been gentle, so he was going to let Buffy lead. He was here for her, and it up to her to see how far she wanted to go. He didn't want to do anything that would hurt her or the babies.
"Oh god Angelus, touch me, stroke me! I am so tired of not being touched." She stroked him and pulled him into a deep kiss. She slipped her tongue into his mouth running her tongue over his fang as she allowed her hands to wander down his body to his muscled back and waist.
Angelus moaned in her mouth pulling back. "I don't want to hurt you." He tried to say.
She grabbed him by the hair looking into his yellow eyes. "I swear to god I will stake your ass if your don't right now! Do I make my self clear?" Lust causing her voice to be husky.
Angelus smiled. "Yes lover, but easy. Ok, nothing like before." He remembered their impassioned love making before the battle. He purred while stroking and kissing down her body to her core and licked at her. His cock ached to be in her, filling her.
She moaned and arched her body as she got slick as his cool tongue lapped at her core teasing her with avoiding her bud as it swelled with desire. She was squirming and moaning, trying to rub her clit on his nose, forehead, anything. She ached, she needed him to fill her!
Angelus pulled back and slowly entered her shivering with the feel of her heat around him. "Buffy I love you so much!" He thrust slowly into her as she wrapped her good leg around his cool frame and pulled him into her where she knew he was afraid to go. She pulled him into a kiss when he was as deep as he could go. "Make love to me Angelus, slowly... I want you to drink to come and fill me. Please I need it..." She begged in a ragged breath.
Angelus looked at her and slowly moved in her not to hard as not to hurt her. She rubbed and tightened he muscles as she looked up at him. "I love you. Oh god I love you!" She grabbed onto his shoulders as her orgasms rocked him as he pleasured her. She felt him at the peak. He needed to come and she knew that he could make love to her for hours and not come without blood, but she wasn't up to a marathon. "Come with me Angelus… Drink"
Angelus gently sank his fangs into her neck and sipped the blood he needed to join her in ecstasy. He then drew back as not to take too much after he had come hard deep in her. He then snuggled into her feeling her love and trust from the blood. She melted into him. "Oh god I love it when you do that!" She held onto him and drifted off to sleep holding onto him tightly. The last thought was that she wasn't aware if and when he ever morphed to human, and pondering it a moment, she realized and she didn't care...
Angel watched her, the love of his life, and the mother of his children, his goddess and his slayer. He knew that he could never leave her no matter what. She was his risen to live again and he had to do what he must for her, to make her life a long one, and as good as he could make it.
The monitoring room:Originally set up to assure she was safe, it soon turned into a job for voyeurs because unless someone was in there other than Buffy or Angel, they were often nude. The President of the counsel stared at the screen. "My god. She is truly and honestly in love with him, and she lets him drink during sex!" He sat down and stared at the monitors that showed the Slayer Prime's bedroom. "I think we have a problem."