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tamingthemuseTitle: Captive
Series: The Dark Return
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Angel/Xander
Prompt: Every Tom, Dick and [insert name]
Rating: Mature/Adults Only overall
Spoilers: AU after The Becoming, BtVS Season Two
Warnings: Bloodplay, D/s themes, dark!fic overall
Word Count: 1076
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.
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tamingthemuse and _xangel.
Captive
Three days. Xander stared as the line of sunlight slipped over the dirty floor signaling the start of the third day of their captivity in this cold stone room. He couldn't believe Buffy would leave them like this; chained, hidden away, separated from the thing they both needed so much - each other.
She came twice a day, once in the morning before school and once at night, apparently after she had ditched the others after patrol. She talked constantly, talking nonstop about this or that, never really hearing the pleas issuing from Xander's lips or the growls from Angel's. Food was left for him - blood for Angel. She left a bucket for his unmentionable business and she always cleaned it before she left.
The first day she'd asked him about what had happened to them, what really happened to them. She couldn't believe his story, that they had not been in hell, that they had lived together for several lifetimes, fighting for something they believed in and learning to trust and love each other.
He couldn't make her understand that this, what she was doing to them, was hell. She had become their hell.
She arrived not long after the room turned bright with daylight, a smile on her face and a box in her arms. Chatting amiably, she sat out her normal offerings - a large container of blood for Angel, which he simply stared at, and several plastic containers with whatever leftovers she was able to sneak out her house.
Xander's mouth began to water when he spotted what could only be cold meatloaf. Joyce's meatloaf was one thing Xander had truly missed and he devoured the chunk of meat greedily. He thought to tell Buffy to thank her mom for such a wonderful treat but he knew Joyce didn't know he was back, that her daughter was holding him captive. No one did.
Defeated, Xander sank down against the cold wall, ignoring the girl's prattling until he finally realized she had stopped talking. She just stood in front of him, staring.
"You're quiet today," she whispered.
"There's not much point talking, is there Buffy?" he replied. "You're not listening to me anyway. What is it you're waiting for? Angel to suddenly declare his love for you again? You want me to confess that we were in hell and were tortured for the three months we were gone from here? That you somehow saved us? Is that what you want? Because you're not getting it. I don't know what happened to you but I know what happened to me."
She simply stared at him, quiet and still. Her eyes were wide - shadowed and haunted in a way he had never seen before. It broke his heart to see the normally shining girl so haunted - all because of him. He started to apologize, to say he was wrong, to make it better but her face suddenly hardened as her mouth turned down into an ugly frown before she turned quickly and left without another word.
It was a long day. Xander watched the line of sunlight as it played across the floor, signaling the progress of the day. He napped, he stretched, he moved around as much as his restraints would allow. Angel told him stories, some from his life before, some from their time together in that far away dimension. They did anything they could think of to try to keep their sanity.
Night fell and they waited, knowing she'd be coming, if not sooner then later. Eventually, they heard the sound of voices carrying on the wind and footfalls in the garden outside. They both sat upright, wondering who was venturing close and why they were here.
As they passed the window closest to Xander, he listened intently.
"I'm really starting to worry about her, you know?" the soft voice said. "She was doing alright for a while there, like she was finally moving on. She was back at school and her mom said things were getting back on track even if they were, you know, a little strained, but that's to be expected, or at least that's what my mom says. And I know I said she needed forget about the whole Angel thing but I don't know if she's ready to start seeing whatever Tom, Dick and Scott that goes around asking her out. And then today she was really quiet and she snapped at Giles and was kinda mean to me and I don't know why - and why are we here again?"
"Giles asked," a deeper voice answered succinctly.
"Right. Giles saw Buffy heading this way after patrol last night. Guess that means we'll have to go inside."
Xander's heart leapt as he stood. Soon, the pair came around the corner and froze at the sight before them. Xander smiled and whispered, "Willow," around the lump that had settled in his throat.
"Oh my god, Xander!" Willow squealed as she ran forward, throwing her arms around the trembling boy's neck. She was babbling a hundred miles a minute, asking every question she could as he brain generated them. He was hardly able to keep up simply listening until finally she stopped. Xander looked up to see Oz's hand gently pulling Willow away until they stood facing each him.
"Hey Xander."
"Hey Oz."
"Buffy do this?" Oz asked.
Xander frowned. "You mean bring us back or chain us up?"
"Chain you up."
"Yeah."
Oz nodded, his currently pink hair bobbing slightly with the movement. "I'll get Giles."
He kissed Willow lightly before turning away and heading back out into the night.
Willow threw herself back into Xander's arms, which drew a growl from behind them.
"Calm down, Angel," Xander laughed. "We'll get out of here soon enough and then..."
He left the rest unsaid, afraid to let her hear it.
"Where have you been?" Willow asked for the third time. "What happened to you?"
"Why don't we wait until Oz gets back with Giles so we only have to tell the story one time, okay. I'm a little tired of have to do the whole 'recap-of-the-last-several-episodes' thing. It gets old."
"Same bat-time, same bat-channel?" Angel asked.
Willow and Xander turned to stare at the smirking vampire.
"What?" Angel asked incredulously. "You can't expect me to spend several hundreds of years with Xander and not spit out something like that every now and then."
Tbc...
Series: The Dark Return
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Angel/Xander
Prompt: Every Tom, Dick and [insert name]
Rating: Mature/Adults Only overall
Spoilers: AU after The Becoming, BtVS Season Two
Warnings: Bloodplay, D/s themes, dark!fic overall
Word Count: 1076
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.Three days. Xander stared as the line of sunlight slipped over the dirty floor signaling the start of the third day of their captivity in this cold stone room. He couldn't believe Buffy would leave them like this; chained, hidden away, separated from the thing they both needed so much - each other.
She came twice a day, once in the morning before school and once at night, apparently after she had ditched the others after patrol. She talked constantly, talking nonstop about this or that, never really hearing the pleas issuing from Xander's lips or the growls from Angel's. Food was left for him - blood for Angel. She left a bucket for his unmentionable business and she always cleaned it before she left.
The first day she'd asked him about what had happened to them, what really happened to them. She couldn't believe his story, that they had not been in hell, that they had lived together for several lifetimes, fighting for something they believed in and learning to trust and love each other.
He couldn't make her understand that this, what she was doing to them, was hell. She had become their hell.
She arrived not long after the room turned bright with daylight, a smile on her face and a box in her arms. Chatting amiably, she sat out her normal offerings - a large container of blood for Angel, which he simply stared at, and several plastic containers with whatever leftovers she was able to sneak out her house.
Xander's mouth began to water when he spotted what could only be cold meatloaf. Joyce's meatloaf was one thing Xander had truly missed and he devoured the chunk of meat greedily. He thought to tell Buffy to thank her mom for such a wonderful treat but he knew Joyce didn't know he was back, that her daughter was holding him captive. No one did.
Defeated, Xander sank down against the cold wall, ignoring the girl's prattling until he finally realized she had stopped talking. She just stood in front of him, staring.
"You're quiet today," she whispered.
"There's not much point talking, is there Buffy?" he replied. "You're not listening to me anyway. What is it you're waiting for? Angel to suddenly declare his love for you again? You want me to confess that we were in hell and were tortured for the three months we were gone from here? That you somehow saved us? Is that what you want? Because you're not getting it. I don't know what happened to you but I know what happened to me."
She simply stared at him, quiet and still. Her eyes were wide - shadowed and haunted in a way he had never seen before. It broke his heart to see the normally shining girl so haunted - all because of him. He started to apologize, to say he was wrong, to make it better but her face suddenly hardened as her mouth turned down into an ugly frown before she turned quickly and left without another word.
It was a long day. Xander watched the line of sunlight as it played across the floor, signaling the progress of the day. He napped, he stretched, he moved around as much as his restraints would allow. Angel told him stories, some from his life before, some from their time together in that far away dimension. They did anything they could think of to try to keep their sanity.
Night fell and they waited, knowing she'd be coming, if not sooner then later. Eventually, they heard the sound of voices carrying on the wind and footfalls in the garden outside. They both sat upright, wondering who was venturing close and why they were here.
As they passed the window closest to Xander, he listened intently.
"I'm really starting to worry about her, you know?" the soft voice said. "She was doing alright for a while there, like she was finally moving on. She was back at school and her mom said things were getting back on track even if they were, you know, a little strained, but that's to be expected, or at least that's what my mom says. And I know I said she needed forget about the whole Angel thing but I don't know if she's ready to start seeing whatever Tom, Dick and Scott that goes around asking her out. And then today she was really quiet and she snapped at Giles and was kinda mean to me and I don't know why - and why are we here again?"
"Giles asked," a deeper voice answered succinctly.
"Right. Giles saw Buffy heading this way after patrol last night. Guess that means we'll have to go inside."
Xander's heart leapt as he stood. Soon, the pair came around the corner and froze at the sight before them. Xander smiled and whispered, "Willow," around the lump that had settled in his throat.
"Oh my god, Xander!" Willow squealed as she ran forward, throwing her arms around the trembling boy's neck. She was babbling a hundred miles a minute, asking every question she could as he brain generated them. He was hardly able to keep up simply listening until finally she stopped. Xander looked up to see Oz's hand gently pulling Willow away until they stood facing each him.
"Hey Xander."
"Hey Oz."
"Buffy do this?" Oz asked.
Xander frowned. "You mean bring us back or chain us up?"
"Chain you up."
"Yeah."
Oz nodded, his currently pink hair bobbing slightly with the movement. "I'll get Giles."
He kissed Willow lightly before turning away and heading back out into the night.
Willow threw herself back into Xander's arms, which drew a growl from behind them.
"Calm down, Angel," Xander laughed. "We'll get out of here soon enough and then..."
He left the rest unsaid, afraid to let her hear it.
"Where have you been?" Willow asked for the third time. "What happened to you?"
"Why don't we wait until Oz gets back with Giles so we only have to tell the story one time, okay. I'm a little tired of have to do the whole 'recap-of-the-last-several-episodes' thing. It gets old."
"Same bat-time, same bat-channel?" Angel asked.
Willow and Xander turned to stare at the smirking vampire.
"What?" Angel asked incredulously. "You can't expect me to spend several hundreds of years with Xander and not spit out something like that every now and then."
Tbc...
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