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Title: Tribes of Blight

Author: Kitti-Chan

Pairing: Willow/Spike/Xander, Buffy/Angel, Faith/Oz, hints of Graham/Xander, and vague mentions of Cordelia/Gage

Spoilers: AU

Summary: A plague wipes out everyone over the age of 18, the Scooby’s endure.

A/N- Since everyone over 18 has died I decided not to kill the demons. Don’t ask me why it just doesn’t affect their physiology. Also Angel is still a vampire he just has no demon… I know it does not make much sense but I needed him around. I set it before their junior year because I did not want to deal with Aus and Hell and coming back and the mayor. Which brings me to him. He’s dead, he was basically human and over 18; hence death. Also Giles, sadly, died and not so sadly Ben died too; taking Glory with him. Dawn however will still appear because the monks (who have died) had to put the Key somewhere.
And yes I do love Hyena!Xander

Feedback: Would be much-ly appreciated

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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! Because I am poor and grovel at your feet! ~grovels~

Previous found: here

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Spike kept worming his way slowly into Willow and Xander’s lives, managing to get more of a reaction out of Willow from physical shows of affection while Xander had a tendency to ignore all of those but became extremely uncomfortable around praise. He learned their schedules, where to hit them and when; managing to keep out of the way of Bitchy and the Poof while doing it. Couldn’t have them spoiling his fun now could they? He felt that he had been making headway and now this.

Spike pouted from where he watched Xander and Willow help load up the two trucks they would be taking to market. How come Xanpet and Red had to have such important jobs? And had to go to market. He understood why Willow had to, she was the only one who knew what herbs or magical ingredients Alpha Tribe might need, and would also be able to trade successfully with fellow magicians and healers. Plus she had connections in the magic circles, being known as a fairly powerful mojo-maker. He also saw the reasons behind the Cheerleader, Peaches, Tech-boy Slayer the Remix, and Wolfboy going. Stupid Poof having to drag away his two nummys. Then the brunet and redhead he had been watching climbed into the trucks and drove off, leaving a petulant vampire in their wake.

In the backseat of the truck Faith was driving Xander turned to face Willow. “Hey, did Deadboy Junior seem a little sulky to you?” The redhead nodded a peculiar little smile flitting across her face.

“Just a little, probably because he’ll be left without anyone worth bugging back at the school.” Willow actually suspected it was because she and Xander were the only two Alpha Tribe members that Spike would willingly ‘shag’, for an extended period of time at least. She had been paying attention to his careful advances and had noticed that his one-night stands had slid to a standstill. Xander was so cute when he was clueless though so Willow decided not to enlighten him.

“What?! There’s Lots of fun people to wind up left at base!” Willow gave him a look that clearly read ‘pull the other one, it’s got bells on’ and Xander spluttered on. In the front seat Faith was trying to concentrate on driving while shaking with silent laughter. “There’s… there’s Buffy! He loves bugging the Buffster!” Silence ensued and Xander thought it over. “Oh… only when one of us is around to keep him in the non-dusty vampire variety. Hmm…. You’re here, Deadboy’s here, Queen C’s here, Fuzzbutt’s here,” Faith snickered at Oz’s nickname. “Little Miss Femme Fetalle is up front…”

“Hey! Actually, that’s a compliment isn’t it?” Turning to glare at them both back seat passenger frantically gestured that she should pay attention to the road and not them. “I’m still gonna hit you for that Harris.” Faith turned around and despite her words a broad grin adorned her face. In the backseat a goofy grin formed on Xander’s while an infectious smile graced Willow’s visage.

“And Checkov’s over in the other truck.” Confused look on Willow’s face and, yup, there went the eyebrow. “Checkov, you know from Star Trek?” More confused looks and now Faith was shooting him one in the rear-view mirror. Xander sighed, philistines. “Geeky kid, young, fairly cute, comic relief?” The light dawned and the brunet briefly allowed himself to bask in the dawn that resonated from those two delightful green eyes.

“You mean Andrew?” Sudden shock gasp. “You think ANDREW’s Cute?!?!” Horror and surprise and delight all intertwined in that sentence and Xander settles into his goofy spluttering role, and makes the trip seem a whole lot shorter.

Market was always, always held in the ruins of L.A. Near the Hollywood sign actually. Since Alpha Tribe could not leave the hellmouth until nightfall they were almost always one of the latest to arrive. They set up their tent and quickly set their wares on display. Electronic gadgets that Andrew could easily find scrap parts to form, wooden objects such as chairs and small tables and good stakes and even a wooden sword made by Xander. He did metal working to but Angel preferred to keep that a secret. Willow set out baskets of herbs and Cordy stood watch over it all.

The first day of market was fairly uneventful, people browsing among the tents and looking over their wares and later that night there would be a celebration held. Angel watched as Willow slipped off to speak to other witches, and Cordy disappeared to go to the section of market that housed the party. He knew that she would mingle and smile and finagle out promises to stop by and look at their goods. Willow would manage to get the witches to stop by to look at her herbs and would discuss spells suggesting some that she had rolled up and hidden away in their tent. Oz, Faith and He would stand watch over the tent, Xander having slipped off earlier.

Angel was never positive where Xander went when he slipped away from their tent. The last two times at market Xander had disappeared right before Cordy left for the revelry and after Willow had gone off to talk spells. Angel had his suspicions though.

Xander had already arrived at his destination and easily passed inspection since he knew the proper dress code and had come prepared. He wore his work-out pants and no shirt, a headband tied across his forehead to catch sweat so it didn’t sting his eyes. He wore loose finger-less gloves on his hand and tennis shoes on his feet. Xander ducked into the ring early, his name already entered on the list of fighters. Easily smashing his first foe Xander collected his winnings;

Trade tickets.

Simply put they were a lot like checks, or food stamps. Tribes had certain tickets set aside that would guarantee the owner a certain amount of that tribes merchandise. They were used in trade, if the other tribe had nothing to offer then but might later. Were given as good will statements when making alliances, were gambled with in the gambling tent and used to pay whores in the ‘Tent of Sins’ as Xan called it.

Most importantly for Xander though was that they were used in the Fight Tent. He came and battled here each time A.T. came to market. He had been a decent brawler before but the two past years had hardened him, and since he was used to fighting far stronger beings taking out normal mortals was a piece of cake.

Xander had earned a fair amount of trade tickets and knew by the noise outside that the dance would be ending soon so he had better head back to his tent when Graham stepped into the ring.

Instant alarm bells and the brunet fighter turned to duck out of his corner, but the starting bell rang. Once the bell was rung the fight was on and if he ducked out he lost all his trade tickets. Whereas fighting Graham he only lost as many as Graham had bet which was… half his pile. Xander ducked a swing and with a strong sense of futility struck back. It was only a matter of time before Graham got the better of him, the slightly older man always had. In fact it took more time than Xander thought it would, but eventually he just couldn’t find the energy to get up off the mat. Graham was declared the winner collected half of Xander’s tickets and Xander shoved the rest of them into his sweat pants pockets before trying to reach the door; again with a strong sense of futility.

Two members of Tribe Velocity who Xander vaguely recognized; the Asian-guy was Cris and the red head was Michael, escorted him into an alley that was definitely in the opposite direction he would have to take to get back to his tribe’s tent. Damn.

Graham was waiting there, superior smug smirk spilling sexiness. Asshole. “Hello Xander, fancy meeting you here. Isn’t your tent in the other direction?” Graham asked and pushed Xander against the wall ignoring the brunet’s indignant glare and ‘oof’ as the air was forced out of him. Graham gripped Xander’s biceps, loving the way they were hard and so much stronger then before. Maybe this time would be better. Meeting the defiant brown eyes, so different from the doe eyes he had worn when he wandered into Tribe Velocity just around two years ago, Graham began to stroke his arm.

“Let go you bastard.” Xander gritted out between his teeth, fearing for his dental health as he ground them together. Graham was a bad guy, he had hurt him and Dawn and would make Xander turn on his friends… and a lot of other things but that man knew just where to touch him.

“Xander.” Graham purred in his ear as his hand stroked the little hairs on the back of Xander’s neck and the other hand reached down and grabbed his ass bringing the boy’s hips forward to grind ruthlessly against his erection. Xander gasped, allowing the vicious short haired evil man by the name of Graham Miller to kiss him. Though kiss was such a dull way to describe what they did.

They Frenched; tongues sliding against each other battling for supremacy, twining around the other and being pushed or pulled. They teased; Graham touching the roof of Xander’s mouth briefly before exploring his teeth, and then pulling his tongue back into his own mouth and focusing on lips. They bit, gnashed, sucked, played tonsil hockey, ate face.

“No!” Xander pushed away from Graham his mind returning from that fun far-away place it had briefly visited. A place that he had permanently resided in when he was with Graham, but it was a bad, bad place. “We are not going there again.” Xander gasped out and then suddenly realized what a bad position he was in. The two members of Tribe V guarded the two ends to the alley between the tents that Graham had cornered Xander in. Behind Xander was one of the walls that surrounded the ‘Tent of sins’ and on the other side was the Viva Los Vegas tent. Any shouts would be ignored and since he had taken a beating from Graham in the fight and had been pretty tired from the fights before Xander was in no way able to resist Graham

The brunet slumped against the wall, reduced in a single night to a place and position he thought he had escaped. Eyes downcast his body language shifted becoming less aggressive. Graham smiled watching as the wonderful submissive posture of his pet returned. “Xander, drop to your knees and suck my cock.” Oh, slightly stiffening at that but notice; no yells, shouts, punches. And the boy had definitely enjoyed that kiss. “C’mon Xan, let Sir take all your troubles away. Let me make my boy all better.” Xander began to ease to his knees, mainly because of the steady pressure the large man was applying to his shoulder. The second in command of Team Velocity was practically beaming at him. “If you make me cum, I might even give you your trade tickets back.” His hand is reaching up, that big, warm, callused hand is poised above his erection ready to pull down the zipper when suddenly there’s a noise.

“Xander.” The kneeling brunet turns face flaming as his hand drops to his side and he faces the angry glowing eyes of Angel