Title: Darkness in their Hearts
Author: Kitti-Chan
Pairing: Xander/Angelus/Wesley, implied Wes/Xander,
Dru/Spike/Willow
Spoilers: Angel season one up to "Eternity", Buffy season four
(general)
Summary: Xan and Wes talk, Buffy and Angelus talk, Angelus kisses Wes, Xander deals with his head problems.
Feedback: First BtVS/Angel fic, would be welcome. I've got BIG plans
for it!
Email: Flamespout@h...
Website: Soon!
Distribution: Bigbadzeppo, Xanderslash, Vampyr_Slayerette_Passions,
DarkSlash, I Need a Parrot
Notes: Initiative never existed. Drug never wore off on Angel, or it was real bliss even if chemically induced or something along those lines.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone here! I make no cash! No suing!
Suing of the Kitti-chan is bad! Majorly not of the good! I would
love to own Xan, Angelus, and my poor Wes but sadly I don't (sigh).
~ I'd take better care of them then Joss did! Imagine making my Xan
into a goofy sidekick and giving Angelus back that pussy soul and
killing of my Wesley! I'm still mad about that one. ~
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Xander looked around the room seeing nothing remarkable besides the fact it held no windows and barely anything other then the few pieces of furniture. Wesley sat on the couch watching him prowl around the room though he knew that the young man would find nothing. He had given the room a preliminary look over when first brought in there but he knew that Angelus would not put him anywhere where he had a chance to escape. Not until the vampire had gotten whatever it was he wanted. However he understood the young man’s need to do what he was doing. There was nothing much to do in the room and the boy had always been hyperactive however he was soon going to discover that pacing around was an exercise in futility.
Grumbling the teen cast an evil glance at the cool headed Englishman who was merely sitting there watching him. Obviously bored to tears and not willing to do what Xander was doing because he was intelligent enough to know how pointless it was. The bed was made of metal and welded together except for the mattress which was too hard for Xander to lift. The chairs and couches were also too heavy and the leather thoroughly covered the wood, hiding it under thick padding that would prove it impossible to get to any stake worthy material without making a great deal of noise. “Okay! So it’s useless! There’s nothing else to do!” Xander flopped back down into the chair opposite from Wesley and scowled at him.
“So I told you about the M’nut-A-min demon, and who was dead from the Sunnydale crew and you told me about working with Angel and the drug. We both know that there has to be something that Angelus wanted with us. However nothing you’ve told me tells me what he wants. Please tell me you’ve got a clue with all the thinking time you’ve had?” Xander begged looking beseechingly into Wesley’s face hoping that the smarter man would have a clue.
“I don’t. However I do know that if we wanted to try and figure out a way out of here we should observe the rotation schedules. When they bring in our new clothes, the times they bring dinner though we have no real way of recording time here. Still it’s the best we can do.” Wesley’s speech might have gone on but was quickly interrupted by Angelus opening the door to the room and stepping inside.
“All well and good in theory but like you said you have no way to tell the time.” Smirking the vampire ran his eyes up and down the fellow inmates. Xander was shifting uncomfortably on the couch not liking the way he was eying him whereas Wesley seemed to have gotten used to it. Either that or was pointedly ignoring it, whichever worked for the poor boy. Would not be able to pretend he did not exist for very long. “I’ve got a surprise for you two. Would you like to see?” Now both of the young men had stiffened, blood leaving their faces as they considered what the surprise might be. Not counting the already dead it could be anything from headless puppy’s to their parents. Ooo, their parents… that gave Angelus lovely ideas.
“Come on, I’m sure my surprise would like to see you! If he was living of course.” Snickering he threw the dead body of Rupert Giles slightly inside the room making sure it was face up. Xander and Wesley both surged to their feet Xander freezing and turning increasingly pale while Wesley seemed to glow with rage. Angelus knew that the Englishman had tried to remodel himself so he was slightly less like Quentin Traverse and slightly more like Rupert Giles managing to make himself into his own man on the way.
“You. Fucker.” Wesley gritted out looking at the body of the man he had unknowingly respected and believed would outlive them all writing everything down in his Watcher’s Diaries. Giles looked so terrible in life his face pasty from blood loss and a grotesque view of his neck from the chunk that had been ripped out by his killer. The older man looked so very old, the wrinkles showing and the bags under his eyes that Wesley had never noticed before standing out starkly against the man’s dry skin. He was angry so very, very angry and tired so tired. Loosing strength in his legs Wesley slumped unto the couch looking away from the arrogant vampire. He had just ripped away any hope he had had coming into here.
Xander was still standing, still staring at the dead body of his mentor. Inside his head the other voices were ricocheting back and forth about how to take this. The soldier said that the death of a commanding officer should not be taken lightly but he was in the field and could not grieve. The hyena was growling about the death of pack but was still confused with Angelus’ scent. The dark side was snickering that the old man had been in the way, had held him down. Angelus picked up the body again and left the two desolate men together.
Vampire Willow smiled dragging the knife over the screaming Slayer’s flesh again relishing her former friend’s shrieks of pain. Behind Willow her Sire and brother were both watching the entertainment sniggering at the slayer’s inability to contain her cries. “Oi Red, move it a little bit to the left.” Spike shouted out watching as the witch instantly changed the angle of her cut hitting a bunch of sensitive muscle. He and Dru shared a smile loving the way the former Scooby was able to go to town on the Slayer. Moving forward he wrapped his arms around Willow licking the Slayers blood off of her cheek. “Grr Red, make me so hard cutting into her like that.” The redhead giggled, grinding against the bulge in the blonde vampires pants only making him that much harder.
“C’mon poppet let’s leave the nasty Slayer. Spikey has so many games that are more interesting to play.” Drusilla joined in moving in on the other side of her childe pinching and playing with her body. Buffy closed her eyes silent tears sliding down her cheeks as she focused on not hearing what was going on behind her. As long as they didn’t touch her again…
“Hello Lover.” Angelus murmured from in front of her and the blonde snapped her eyes open her ears beginning to work at the same time alerting her to the moans and shuffling noises that Spike, Drusilla, and Willow were making. She focused on the brunette monster in front of her who was staring at her with cold calculating eyes.
“What do you want Angelus?” She rasped out painfully slow. Her ex-lover smirked at her a dangerous evil smirk. “Come to play with me again?” If only he knew how much even the smallest amount of attention of her enemy made her so much more cheerful.
Angelus stalked towards her stopping once he had invaded her personal space. “Nope. Just here to tell you my secrets.” Buffy’s hazel eyes widened at this then narrowed into a glare her bruised scraped up face barely having that amount of mobility. “That’s right Slayer, I’m gonna tell you my secret plans.”
“What the hell do you want Angelus?” Buffy ground out still more painfully then the first time.
“Told you, was going to tell you my plans. There was not any way for you to escape from here and I figure it will heighten the emotional turmoil.” Angelus pulled up a stool and sat down on it the look on his face eager like a schoolboy with a secret. The slayer glared hating the vampire more in that moment then she ever had before. “Since you aren’t busy I think I’ll start now.
“You see when I was here last I was driven crazy by the soul. Insane at being caged for so long, which was why I tried to end the world, and angry about having to sleep with my mortal enemy, which is why I tired to kill you; but not very hard. However that brief respite, being sent to hell, and then the fact Angel had been letting me influence him more frequently all lead to me being as sane now as I was before the soul.” Behind Buffy Spike moved away from licking Willow long enough to shout.
“Which isn’t much!” Chuckling Angelus gave him a mock glare before returning to Buffy.
“Now were was I? Oh yes, saner now. Well now that I was sane, even in the cage, I watched and saw what I wanted. Thinking back on it I realized there was someone else I wanted that I hadn’t taken. Angel wanted them too but would the sainted bastard move on them? Noooo… So when that nice little actress slipped him a mickey I was pleased as punch. Let my Wes and that bitch Cordelia think they had beaten me and then grabbed them up. Coming up here to get what else I wanted was not that difficult. You all ignore him you know, it made it so easy to just pick you off one by one because you didn’t know where I was coming from.” Buffy was glaring at him now her brain not able to figure out what he was saying. Focusing on something that caught her attention she realized that she had not seen Xander since a few nights before when they were captured.
“What did you do to Xander?” She growled not liking the way the man in front of her smiled sweetly a lustful look in his gold flaked eyes. “Nothing as of yet. He’s gonna be ready and willing when I take him Buff. I assure you of that.” Standing up and walking away he left a confused and desolate slayer in his wake, along with three rutting vampires.
After a few days Xander and Wes had fallen into a routine. Agreeing that it would be best if they kept in shape in case they had a chance to escape they started sparring in the morning after stretches and before their morning showers. After their mock fight Wes would shower first while Xander did cool downs. Then Wes would perform some relaxation exercises while Xander showered. Angelus had provided them with some books, realizing that they had far to much time on their hands while they waited for him to make his move. Angelus had picked out mostly classics though there were one or two science fiction novels stolen from Xander’s own book case and a couple of detective/spy novels that Wesley owned. The Englishman however had been greatly surprised when Xander picked up a dog eared copy of Les Miserables and began avidly reading it. He had never seemed like much of a reader to Wesley; something Xander had taken offense at when commented upon.
Going through their daily sparring session Xander realized that they were beginning to anticipate each other’s moves and threw a wild punch at Wesley just to shake things up. Pulling back to avoid being him Wes had gone to far and the chair around his ankle had jerked him up short causing the young man to fall backwards. Stretching out a hand he had scraped the palm against the rough wood of the floor before he had steadied himself. “Wes you okay?” Xander hurried over, helping his sandy haired friend to his feet. Noticing the hurt hand he held it up and realized that it was bleeding slightly. Wesley paled, knowing that the vampires would sense the blood and might decide to just come in and snack on them.
The door swung open but instead of a nameless minion Angelus strode in, smiling warmly at the Englishman he summoned two minions forward. They hurried in front of him and dodged Wesley’s attempts to ward them off instead grabbing Xander and dragging the struggling boy over to one of the heavily padded chairs. Revealing handcuffs they managed to get the boys wrists attached to two special rings at the side of the chair that Wes had never noticed before cuffing his ankles together with leather ankle cuffs. This left Wesley facing Angelus alone and realizing just how naked he felt without a shirt, since Xander and Wesley always practiced in their sleeping clothes they had decided that the shirts merely got in the way and had abandoned them in favor of shirtless-ness. Plus it gave them both a chance to ogle eachother.
Reaching forward Angelus smirked, gripping the wrist of the injured hand and bringing it to his lips. Unfolding the fingers he began to lick at it slowly, catlike, his vampiric saliva already speeding up the healing process. Wesley’s blood tasted fantastic, it tasted like he smelled; of tea, and old books, and youth and the slightest tinge of musk. Cleaning the blood off his captives hand Angelus began moving farther up the arm, licking at the pulse point in his wrist for a minute before slowly licking his way up the exposed vein.
Sitting on the ground Indian-style the vampire pulled the resisting Wesley into his lap. Reaching his shoulder Angelus flicked his tongue over his collarbone before moving up to gum Wesley’s adam’s apple. Moving farther up Angelus leaned in and kissed the frantically struggling man, licking his lips and darting his tongue into his prisoner’s mouth for a quick taste. Pulling back he frowned at the Englishman, the man should calm down otherwise Angelus would be fighting to make him accept this and it would take a lot of work. Not that he was indisposed to it but if he could make the job of getting Wesley slightly easier…
“Wes, take a look at Xander.” Wesley’s head turned and Angelus trained his eyes on the glazed eyed, silent boy. “Would you rather I be kissing him?” Wesley crumbled against him, giving way under this question. Turning back he allowed the older vampire to kiss him. Angelus ran his tongue over Wes’ teeth before slipping into the warm cavern of his mouth and exploring it. Finding the boys hot spots he soon had Wesley fighting not to moan into his mouth but also fighting to breathe. Pulling back he peppered the jaw line with kisses before catching sight, and scent, of Xander.
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Xander was trapped behind glazed brown eyes, conned into a conversation deep within his mind. Four versions of him stood there, one the regular Xander looked exactly like he did on the outside except a little more like a kicked puppy dog. Circling around him was the Hyena version of himself, with green eyes, a feral expression, and wild unkempt hair. Across from him standing ramrod straight was the soldier Xander dressed in fatigues and looking dangerous with sharp deadly eyes. To the side, and the version of himself he was most worried about, lounged a version of Xander who looked almost identical to the regular version but darker, more seductive, more of a predator.
“He is pack. We should submit.” The Hyena growled at him, sniffing at his neck before whirling away. “He is stronger, you have given up your place as alpha.” Xander watched as Angelus made his way up to Wesley’s neck giving a mental shiver.
“Harris! You’re a POW, and everyone who knows is dead or gone. This sides stronger then your ‘Scoobies’ ever were. You have no means of escape and no one to go back to. Adapt.” The soldier said, his eyes never leaving Xander’s face. Xander flinched and watched as Angelus kissed Wesley.
“They’re both right you know. He is stronger but you’re unharmed. He wants you for something Xan, wants you to join him, wants you to be willing.” The dark version of Xander purred watching as his ‘clean twin’ as he thought of him flinched away and struggled to get out of this conversation to return to control of his body so he could close his eyes and distract himself from the voices in his head.
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Angelus kisses Wesley again slow and deep noticing which scent took over Xander at that. “Wesley, do you know why I want Xander here? Besides the fact he’s cute?” Wesley merely shook his head trying to fight the trembling arousal Angelus caused in him. “It’s because he hears voices.” Nibbling on his earlobe the vampire chuckled. “He’s been possessed twice and the spirits are essentially a part of him. Also there’s part of him that is so very evil, or wants to be at least. His scents keep changing Wes, do you think watching us is making him loose control?” Light feathery kisses along the jaw line before pulling back and making Wes face Xander. “The scents and stories are so interesting!
“He was possessed by a Hyena before I was officially part of the Slayers groupies. I heard about it from Giles later, Angel thought it was something he should remain aware of since animal spirits tend to fight being thrown out of a body and if they can manage it will hide in the psyche of whoever they’re possessing. The Hyena smells utterly delicious.” Word accented by a hard kiss, bruising Wes’ lips. “Like lust and submission and hunger. It’s wilder, then Xander’s normal scent.; which is like chocolate and wood and earth.” A quick tweak to the Englishman’s nipples before he continues.
“Then there was a possession by a soldier Halloween the second year I was here. A green beret or something, he kept the memories and probably something a little more. When I was back before I had the Judge, and he stole a rocket launcher from the Sunnydale Army base to blow it up. That one,” Nips at the juncture of shoulder and neck, “smells metallic, with hints of gun polish over the usual Xander smells, he’s grieving; for Giles I believe, but its muted. There is still a healthy dose of lust.” Hand working its way over his chest playing. “Aw, but that pure darkness that every demon senses and wants especially with the façade of purity over it… It’s darker then Xander’s basic scent, and is now peppered with lust, hunger and rage, whereas Xander’s feeling grief, anger and helplessness. So sad really.” Giving Wes one last long kiss, he dropped him from his lap and smiled.
“I’ll be seeing you both real soon.”
Xander had been untied he thought idly as he came back to himself. Blinking he looked around to see if he could catch sight of the rope but when he saw it was gone figured that the minion’s had taken it. Hearing the water running the still bleary eyed young man makes his way over there. Knocking he opens it the door at the answering grunt.
Wesley stands over the sink one hand holding the toothbrush in a death grip as he frantically tries to wash the taste of Angelus out of his mouth. Glaring into the mirror he spots the now aware brunette and decides that the taste will wear off eventually. Spitting he rinsed before giving the other man his full attention.
“Xander, Angelus mentioned why he wanted you here.” Xander turned away only making a hand motion to communicate he wanted Wes to continue. Feeling a fluttering in his stomach that Xander already knew Wes went on. “It’s about the possessions.”
Banging his head against the doorway to the bathroom the Sunnydalian avoided Wesley’s eyes.
Angelus opened the door to his playthings room dressed in his black leather pants and a blood red shirt he held under his arm a white box. It was the day after his encounter with Wesley and he was looking forward to playing with Xander today. He figured that the young brunette would break first because of the multiple personalities. Heading towards the bed he smiled at the sight that greeted him. Xander and Wesley were wrapped around each other; Wesley’s legs clamped around Xander’s own while the bigger man seemed to curl into Wesley’s chest like a child. In sleep all of Wesley’s worries melted away leaving his face almost childish, despite the stubble. Xander’s facial hair seemed to grow very slowly, barely visible in the light from the doorway. His eyes were crinkled and his lips tightened the eyeballs flitting behind the eyelids as if in a very vivid dream. “Cute.” Angelus smirked.
Flicking the lights on from the outside Angelus signaled for the minions to grab Wesley while he was wavering between sleep and wakefulness and tie him to the same chair Xander had been tied to the day before. Wesley struggled sleepily before snapping to awareness as he realized that he was battling vampires and the memories caught up with him. Fighting against the minions he spotted Angelus hovering over Xander on the bed, who was less of a morning person then he was, and redoubled his attempts to help the young man. Punching backwards he forced one of the minions to release the grip on his arm and swung around ready to get rid of the other minion when Angelus gave a casual swat to the back of his head stunning him. Taking advantage of his dazed state the minions made quick work of tying him up before making a quick retreat out the door.
Xander remembered the warmth of being curled around Wesley and realized that the warm body was missing. Blinking he struggled out of the land of dreams where he had been battling his other selves again; spotting Angelus’ black leather pant he napped his eyes open and began to move away hitting the headboard before too long. Under Angelus’ arm he held a white box something that instantly set off warning bells in Xander’s mind. Nostrils flaring his awakening Hyena senses caught the scent of blood, a familiar scent; the scent of someone he had known. Running through his memories of the watcher’s diaries and what Angelus had done the last time he was here and what Angelus knew about him he struggled to get even farther away. “God no!” Xander tried to roll off the side of the bed but the vampire grabbed his ankle whiskey colored eyes sparking with triumph. Pulling the struggling boys towards him he smiled evilly.
“What Xan, don’t want your prezzie?” voice inquiring as he opened the box and picked up the squishy object that was held in a plastic bag inside the box. Pulling out a human heart he held it over Xander’s staring face letting the blood fall on his lips to be instinctively licked away. The brunet’s eyes shifted becoming more feral and dangerous. “C’mon Xander, you know you want it. Take a bite.” In his chair Wesley was struggling against the bonds knowing that Xander might not be able to resist Angelus. The young man had confided in Wesley his fears about the possessions, how the other beings were partly him and partly not and a great deal of malevolence resided in two while one was merely balancing on the line between black and white.
Inside his mind Xander found himself submitting to the seductive whispers of both Angelus and his evil self, the hunger of the hyena and the soldiers urge to follow orders. Sinking deeper into himself the other parts of his soul exchanged glances knowing that if Xander took a bit of the heart he would be bound to them and to Angelus and there would be no more running from the boy. Xander began to reach for the heart his eyes still slightly glazed but was held back by the last vestiges of his humanity. A humanity the tempting vampire wanted to quickly shuck. “Xander it’s getting cold.” Xander licked the blood, which tasted heavily of whiskey, from his lips and his hand closed around Angelus’ until his daze was snapped by Wesley’s voice.
“Xander don’t!” Wesley eventually cried slumping against the bonds and hoping that he would be able to reach the youth he had begun to consider friend. Xander’s eyes snapped fully opened and returned to their usual confused chocolate color. Releasing the vampires hand he began struggling against his grasp now. “No no nonononononono…” Xander breathed fighting against the knowledge of what he had almost done; what he had almost given into.
Angelus snarled and placed the heart back into the box. It was worthless if Xander did not take the blood willingly and now the youth was back to himself snapped out of the almost union by Wesley’s shout. Releasing his ankle Xander quickly pulled away from him rolling off the bed and scurrying away. “And after all the trouble I went through killing your bastard of a father. This is the thanks I get?” Xander’s eyes now were fearful. The vampire knew what the fear was about, the fear was that his secret had been discovered by his worst enemy.
“Oh yes, I know about you being hit. Angel saw how stiffly you moved sometimes even when nothing exciting had happened recently. How during a fight you would occasionally be pulled up short be a hidden wound. He even saw under those ugly garments once or twice to the pains underneath. Tell me did you wear those things because they were the only things you could afford or to distract everyone from the yellow and purple bruises on your skin? Willow knew, she told me he had stopped when you were ten. Lying to your best friend, for shame Xander.” Angelus now stood above Xander towering over his cowering form. He was angry about what that bastard of a father had been able to get away with for years, especially since Xander had been lying for him. Xander curled into a ball his eyes becoming haunted. Angelus hunkered down grasping the boys chin and making him meet his eyes. “Just want you to know I’m not gonna hurt you like that Xander. You’re gonna like everything I do to you, and you’re gonna be willing. No more bruises.” Then Angelus stood quickly untied Wes and left holding the ropes in one hand and the box in the other.
Wesley practically ran over to Xander, whose eyes were filled with tears but he quickly chocked them back down. Holding the shaking boy the Englishman began to croon softly to the young man. Angelus’ was an expert at manipulating people and seemed to know exactly what to say to both of them. Wes’ own parents had locked him in closets, and verbally abused him but the old man had never left a mark before. “Shh Xander. He’s gone, you’re safe.” Wesley crooned and began to rock the boy who had curled into a ball in his lap the emotional backlash overwhelming him.
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