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tamingthemuse2009-09-18 10:39 pm
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Fic: Crushed, Angel/Xander, Part of the Dark Return, Prompt - Crushed
Title: Crushed
Series: The Dark Return
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Angel/Xander
Prompt: Crushed
Rating: Mature/Adults Only overall
Spoilers: AU after The Becoming, BtVS Season Two
Warnings: Bloodplay, D/s themes, dark!fic overall
Word Count: 628
This is the third part of a series I've been working on. Previous parts here. The other parts are The Dark'Verse and The Dark World. You should really read those before this or it won't make much sense.
Crossposting with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tamingthemuse and _xangel.
Crushed
Slowly, the fog in his head began to clear. The position was awkward with his arms pulled above his head and he had to physically shake his head to force the last vestiges of sleep away. His eyes focused at last in the dim light of the room and he gasped at the sight before him. Across the room, Angel hung in shackles, strung up from a wrought iron light fixture. Glancing up, Xander noticed he was strung up in a similiar fashion.
It must have been that girl - Buffy, his mind quietly supplied the familiar, yet elusive name. Buffy had done this. He tried to remember how or why she would do such a thing but in the end he knew she didn't understand. She couldn't. She'd seen Angel growling and snarling, acting like a wild beast, acting like he had in battle. She'd done what she thought was best. He admired the bravery and fight the young girl displayed, so much the fighter, just like he had been as the Warrior.
But he wasn't the Warrior now. He was back home - Sunnydale, some part of him remembered. He was just Xander again. And now he hung in chains, waiting for her to return.
After several long moments Angel began to wake. He glanced around looking for something, smiling lightly when his eyes landed on Xander.
"Xander, what happened?" he asked quietly, looking around in confusion.
"I think Buffy knocked us out."
"Buffy," Angel growled, the word rough and awful in his throat.
"What did you mean before?" Xander asked quietly. "What do you mean she hurt?"
"I could feel her," Angel whispered, the words slow and stilted. "It was like I could feel her under my skin, tingling and tearing at me, warning me there was danger near. I haven't felt anything like it since..."
"Since Acathla," Xander finished for him. "Do you think it's because there was no Slayer there? It's been so long since you've been around a Slayer that this time it hurt? Hurt so bad you had to..."
"...To stop her - to hunt her."
They were silent for a while, simply staring at each other across the empty room of the abandoned mansion.
"She didn't understand me," Xander said finally. Saying it aloud, thinking it really, crushed him inside. They had been friends, once upon a time, he remembered that much. Not just friends, best friends. Friends that relied on each other, needed each other. And she hadn't understood him. It upset him more than he cared to admit.
"What?" Angel asked, interrupting his morose thoughts.
"She didn't understand me, the words I was saying. It's like I wasn't speaking English. Am I not speaking English? Because freaky much. When did I stop speaking English? I mean, not that I had ever done a really good job of it in the first place, at least that's what Giles always said. And Giles?! Is he still here? Is he going to freak out about us being here? What did Buffy tell him? We cant'..."
"Xander!" Angel finally interrupted Xander's panicked ramblings. "Calm down. We'll figure this out. I promise. Buffy will have to come back and check on us. We'll talk to her then. It'll will be alright."
"Okay," Xander finally acquiesced, the tension and disappointment slowly draining out of him. He looked over at Angel, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "Our first night home and we're already starting with the leather and bondage fun. You really know how to treat a boy right."
Angel just chuckled and smirked at him. “Always.”
Everything around them may have changed, but they were still the same, they were comfortable and familiar. They were back, but could this really be their home?
tbc...
Series: The Dark Return
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Angel/Xander
Prompt: Crushed
Rating: Mature/Adults Only overall
Spoilers: AU after The Becoming, BtVS Season Two
Warnings: Bloodplay, D/s themes, dark!fic overall
Word Count: 628
This is the third part of a series I've been working on. Previous parts here. The other parts are The Dark'Verse and The Dark World. You should really read those before this or it won't make much sense.
Crossposting with
tamingthemuse and _xangel.Slowly, the fog in his head began to clear. The position was awkward with his arms pulled above his head and he had to physically shake his head to force the last vestiges of sleep away. His eyes focused at last in the dim light of the room and he gasped at the sight before him. Across the room, Angel hung in shackles, strung up from a wrought iron light fixture. Glancing up, Xander noticed he was strung up in a similiar fashion.
It must have been that girl - Buffy, his mind quietly supplied the familiar, yet elusive name. Buffy had done this. He tried to remember how or why she would do such a thing but in the end he knew she didn't understand. She couldn't. She'd seen Angel growling and snarling, acting like a wild beast, acting like he had in battle. She'd done what she thought was best. He admired the bravery and fight the young girl displayed, so much the fighter, just like he had been as the Warrior.
But he wasn't the Warrior now. He was back home - Sunnydale, some part of him remembered. He was just Xander again. And now he hung in chains, waiting for her to return.
After several long moments Angel began to wake. He glanced around looking for something, smiling lightly when his eyes landed on Xander.
"Xander, what happened?" he asked quietly, looking around in confusion.
"I think Buffy knocked us out."
"Buffy," Angel growled, the word rough and awful in his throat.
"What did you mean before?" Xander asked quietly. "What do you mean she hurt?"
"I could feel her," Angel whispered, the words slow and stilted. "It was like I could feel her under my skin, tingling and tearing at me, warning me there was danger near. I haven't felt anything like it since..."
"Since Acathla," Xander finished for him. "Do you think it's because there was no Slayer there? It's been so long since you've been around a Slayer that this time it hurt? Hurt so bad you had to..."
"...To stop her - to hunt her."
They were silent for a while, simply staring at each other across the empty room of the abandoned mansion.
"She didn't understand me," Xander said finally. Saying it aloud, thinking it really, crushed him inside. They had been friends, once upon a time, he remembered that much. Not just friends, best friends. Friends that relied on each other, needed each other. And she hadn't understood him. It upset him more than he cared to admit.
"What?" Angel asked, interrupting his morose thoughts.
"She didn't understand me, the words I was saying. It's like I wasn't speaking English. Am I not speaking English? Because freaky much. When did I stop speaking English? I mean, not that I had ever done a really good job of it in the first place, at least that's what Giles always said. And Giles?! Is he still here? Is he going to freak out about us being here? What did Buffy tell him? We cant'..."
"Xander!" Angel finally interrupted Xander's panicked ramblings. "Calm down. We'll figure this out. I promise. Buffy will have to come back and check on us. We'll talk to her then. It'll will be alright."
"Okay," Xander finally acquiesced, the tension and disappointment slowly draining out of him. He looked over at Angel, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "Our first night home and we're already starting with the leather and bondage fun. You really know how to treat a boy right."
Angel just chuckled and smirked at him. “Always.”
Everything around them may have changed, but they were still the same, they were comfortable and familiar. They were back, but could this really be their home?
tbc...