Disclaimer:  All the characters contained herein are the property of their respective owners, I am just taking them out to play.  There was no money made from this writing.

Timeline:  This is an AU, the events are they way I wish they had taken place after Angel was brought back from hell after he and Buffy had gotten “pelvic”. 

Perfect Happiness.

Angel lurked in the shadows outside a small neat bungalow styled house.  He always seemed to be lurking in shadows, that are unless he was with Buffy.

His relationship with the Slayer was a sham.  They both knew it.  It had started out real, both of them feeling the same way for each other.  But when he had lost his soul and unleashed Angelus on Buffy and the Scoobies it had changed things.

Yes Buffy had risked her life to bring him back from hell; she still thought that things could be the way they were.  However during the weeks since they both realized that you can't go home again.

Angel felt a terrible stab of guilt as he remembered the carnage that the demon inside him was responsible for.  He remembered the pain visible on Giles face, not from the torture inflicted upon him but from the death of Jenny Calendar.

Angel watched as Xander moved through the house, gathering supplies for what they had planned.  Tonight they would correct some of the wrong that the demon caused.

The minutes passed like hours.  Finally the young man came out of the house.  He carried a bulging knapsack and had a donut stuck in his mouth.

"Don't you ever get full?"

"I need my energy levels up for tonight.  Besides, if I stop eating sugar you'll have a dead boy of your own.  Sugar withdrawal bad!"

"Let's go.  We have to get this done before the moon reaches its zenith."

"The moon has a TV?"

Angel grabbed the young man's hand and practically dragged him toward the Sunnydale Cemetery.

"You know this really bites.  I hate coming to this place in the daylight, and we're going at night."

"It's the only time the ritual can been done.  You know that, you studied the book right?"

"Yes I studied it.  There's one thing though, you need to dig up the grave first.  If this works she'll be inside the coffin under six feet of dirt.  Not the best way to start your new life."

"You get ready, I'll dig."

Angel pulled off his shirt and grabbed the collapsible camp shovel from Xander.  He began digging with a vengeance, the dirt flew as he quickly tore through it, and into the vault containing the coffin was exposed. 

Angel wrenched the lid from the vault and then looked to Xander.

"Should I open it?"

"No, wait until we're done setting up and then we'll open it.  Here place one of these stones at each compass point surrounding the grave."

Angel did as the young man instructed.  He watched as the stones were then connected by a yellow powder.  It had a strong recognizable smell.

"Brimstone?"

"Yeah, sulfur.  Or as I call it powdered rotten eggs.  We're ready; at no time can either of us leave the circle until this is over."

"I'm not going anywhere.  Let's begin."

Xander began by cleansing the area contained inside the circle, he moved around the perimeter with a sample of each of the four elements.  He spoke the cleansing words, his voice sounded different, it contained authority.

In this night and in this hour-

I call upon the sacred power!

The heavens opened and pure silver light erupted from them violently.  It shone down into the center of the circle, illuminating the men and the coffin.

 Xander moved over to the small cauldron he had simmering over the fire.

"Eye of newt, tongue of frog,

Dragon's bane and toe of dog!"

As each ingredient was named the powerful young man threw it into the boiling potion.

"Serpent’s blood, nine days old.

Noon forged metal, and wood of Rowan.  Touch of the divine, hope of the beloved, tears of the guilty, blood of an innocent."

Again the young male witch cast the items in as he continued in his singsong chant.  When he reach the mention of a divine touch he stepped back, lightening flashed across the sky and struck the cauldron, he then added a lock of brown hair, taken in secret, emptied a vial of blood tears into the bubbling vat.  He took a dagger and cut his arm, allowing his own blood to drain in the mix, binding it together.  Angel moved to him and at his nod bound the wound, stopping the flow of his life's blood.

"Lord of Nature, and Lady Bright-

Lend this spell your blessed might!

The life which was snuffed, by evil's might-

Imbue with power, reignite!"

Power pulsed down from the heavens striking not the witch or the vampire but the coffin.  The lid was flung back and the radiant energy pulsed through the dead body.

The effect was amazing, all signs of decay began to reverse, then the energy began to pulse inside the body, it shone through the skin.  The hair regained its glow, the fingernail beds became the healthy pink of the living once more.

Angel stood transfixed as the metamorphosis took place.  He watched as the blush found it's home back in the cheeks, as the chest rose slowly in the first breath.  The eyes opened and finally the figure sat up.

She stared at the vampire, fear evident on her features.  The full lips parted; a scream sounded a scream like all the banshees of hell.

Xander moved to the woman's side.  He calmed her, with words and touch.

"Ms. Calendar, it's alright.  Angel has regained his soul.  He won't hurt you, not again."

"Xander?  Why am I sitting in a coffin?  In the middle of a cemetery?"

"We have to finish the ritual; I promise that all will be explained.  Will you sit here and wait?"

The shaken woman nodded.

Xander and Angel completed the spell, thanked the deities involved and opened the circle.  As soon as they had breached it a blonde girl pounced into the middle of the sacred space.  She was followed by the remainder of the Scooby gang, including a wide eyed Giles.

"What the hell is going on here?"

"Buffy," Xander started and was cut off by Giles.

"Jenny?"  He said in disbelief.

"Giles?  What's happened?"

The Englishman darted to the side of the coffin and lifted his beloved Jenny.  He had to hold her, to feel the movement of the chest, the beat of her heart.  He had to know that she truly lived.

"Jenny, oh my darling, Jenny!"

The two lovers held each other, tears flowed freely down the man's face as he held her tightly to him trembling.

"This was your idea?"  Buffy pinned Xander with her gaze.

"No it was mine."  Angel said softly.

"I just wanted to try to undo some on the damage.  Giles suffered so much, you all did.  I'm sorry."  He turned to leave.

"Angel!  Where are you going?"

The vampire with the tortured soul turned.  Jenny Calendar was speaking to him.

"I'd better leave."

"No you shouldn't, you are welcome to stay.  We're all going to the library, come with us."

"Are you sure?  You know what happened, what I - I mean the demon did."

"It's over Angel.  Besides there's another spell that needs to be done.  That is if you want to be able to keep your soul and be happy.  Now come with us." 

The woman took his cold hand and led him with the group in tow to the campus.  They walked together in easy silence.  There were no accusations or recriminations, either spoken or unspoken.

Jenny spoke as they entered the familiar library and everyone was seated.  She looked into Angel's eyes and said, thank you.

As they talked quietly among themselves it became apparent to Angel that while everyone there still bore the emotional scars from his demon's rampage, they all forgave him, the real him.  It was like he had been certifiable for a time but now he was back and these people whom he had grown to care for welcomed him back.

His relationship with Buffy was over; they both knew that and had moved on.  However, Xander was there.  The young man had stayed by his side during the ordeal even risked his own life to return Jenny to life.  Right now he felt the firm leg pressed against his as they sat side by side.

Jenny and Giles were together, gazing into each other's eyes, holding hands.  Willow sat with Oz, in comfortable silence just smiling up at him from time to time as she looked away from the grimoire she was studying to turn the page.

Buffy sat at the head of the table, next to her was Cordilia.  They chatted together, talking about clothes and boys. 

Xander leaned over and got Willow's attention.  He asked her about a particular phrase in the ritual that they would be working.  She answered him with a typical Willow smile.

A short time later, Willow closed the book and softly cleared her throat.  The rest of the gang turned to her.

"We're ready, I'll perform the rite with Xander assisting.  It will take a few minutes to gather the needed supplies."

Jenny rolled the sleeve on the tweed coat that Giles had put around her.  She offered her arm to the young woman.

"You'll need some of my blood.  The guardian's blood."

"I know, are you sure you're up to this.  Right now I mean?"

"Yes."

Willow quickly sterilized a blade and cut the skin.  She collected the blood in a graduated beaker.  When she had enough she staunched the flow and instructed Giles to maintain pressure on the wound.

Xander had in the meantime found what they needed in the supply cabinet, and in the chemistry lab.  He sat up a gas burner in the middle of the room, and placed a pyrex bowl over the flame.  To this is added water, and many packets of herbs.  Willow poured in the blood she had taken from Jenny.

"Angel, I'll need blood from you."  Xander said.

The sleeve of the leather jacket was pulled back and the cut was made.  The vital fluid was collected and then the wound bandaged.

Willow took the vial and added it to the now boiling mixture.  There was a flash of power as it combined with the other ingredients.

Willow then began to chant over the potion as she stirred it.  The visible emanation of the power that the liquid contained began to pulse with a steady rhythm.

Willow poured some on the mixture into a chalice and then offered it to Angel.  He took the vessel and lifted it to his lips, draining the scalding contents in one deep draft.

He felt the heat searing down his throat and splash into his stomach.  Almost immediately he doubled as a terrible agony hit him.  He fell to the floor and convulsed, then he was swallowed by blessed oblivion.

~BTVS~

Angel came to, it was a long and arduous process.  The room wouldn't stop spinning.  He felt a pressure on his hand.  It gripped him harder as he almost passed out again.  He struggled trying to clear his vision.  Slowly normal sight returned and he saw Xander hovering over him.  Worry creased the young handsome face.

"Are you alright?"

"Ask me when my stomach stops doing back flips.  Help me up."

Xander pulled the ancient vampire to his feet, and then pushed him into an empty chair.

"Sit there, I'll be right back."

Xander told Willow to watch over Angel.  He walked into Giles office and reached into a hidden mini-refrigerator.  He lifted a unit of blood that he had brought earlier.  He cut the bag and poured some of the contents into a large mug and placed it in the microwave.  When the blood was warmed, Xander removed the mug and took it carefully to Angel.

Xander knelt in front of Angel pressing the mug into his hands.

“Here drink this, it will help.”

“Thank you, baby.”  Angel said as he lifted the mug. 

The vampire quickly drained the mug, taking care not to allow any of its contents to drip.  He didn’t want to gross anyone out.  The blood flowed through him, filling him with its strength, its heat. 

The room stopped spinning.  He felt his body’s return to equilibrium.  The vampire stood and asked for more.

“Come with me,” Xander led him to the office and showed him where the blood was stored.

“I can feed myself, Xander.  I’ll rejoin the group when I’m presentable.”

“Okey doekey.”

Angel waited until Xander was gone, then he turned up the chilled blood.  He drained the bag completely.  He grimaced as he wadded it up and sealed it in a plastic baggy then placed the small bundle inside a small empty milk carton.  He mashed this and dropped it in the waste paper basket.

The blood while nasty cold would nourish him.  He wanted to be in top form for later, if he could now have total happiness he wanted to begin experiencing it tonight.

Angel rejoined the group in the main library.  They were sitting in quiet reflection as Jenny spoke about what she could remember of her ordeal, of being dead.

"I think I was in heaven, but you weren't there so it wasn't paradise.  All I could think about was where is Ripper?"

"Ah Jenny, please don't use that name."

"But it fits so well!"

"Ah yes, well.  I believe that we need to get you home.  Your apartment has been re-rented, I have your things at my place.  You're welcome to stay for as long as you want."

"I guess I should start looking for a new place tomorrow."

"Actually, I would prefer if you didn't.  Ever look actually."

"Hey!  G-man just asked Ms. Calendar to move in!"

"Are you always this brilliant?"

"Cordy, leave Alexander alone."  Angel snapped.

The popular girl's lips pursed in a pout.  It actually looked like she was going to open up the water works.

"I'm sorry Cordilia."

"Oldest trick in her book, puppy dog eyes, crocodile tears and the pout.  She's fine.  Dry it up Cordy."  Xander said rather roughly.

"Let's blow this joint, tomorrow's Saturday and I for one plan to do some serious sleeping and shopping."  Buffy said turning to leave.

Xander leaned in to whisper in Angel's ear.  "Buffy's huffy, I like it 'cause it gives me a happy!"

"I heard that Xander!"

"Alexander, will you behave." Angel whispered. "Let's go back to my place.  I really don't feel up to being alone right now.  The effects of the spell and all."

"Let's go."

Everyone left the library and once outside went their separate ways, well semi-separate.  Oz and Willow went to his van, Giles and Jenny got into his car, Cordy and Buffy drove off in the Chrysler, Xander led Angel to his own car.

It was an ancient Oldsmobile.  The engine spluttered and gasped as the key was turned.  Finally it roared to life.  The young man guided the behemoth down the streets until they reached the outskirts of town.  It only took a matter of minutes until they were on the rough gravel and dirt road which led to the old mansion.

Xander parked the car and killed the ignition.  The monster spluttered and died.

"Home sweet home."  Angel's voice was almost wistful.

"Hey, you sound different."

"I feel different, baby."

"What's with the baby thingy?"

"Come inside Alexander, we need to talk."

"What do we need to talk about?"

"Will you come inside or do I have to bite you first?"  Angel said with a gentle smile to take the threat from his words.

"Promises, promises."  Xander mumbled as he slammed the car's heavy door and followed the ancient one into the mansion.

Angel lifted the bolt and opened the door.  He motioned for his young friend to precede him.

"Age before beauty."

"Get your ass inside."  Angel's voice was low and rough.

Xander wasn't afraid of the sound of the voice, it was just different.  It was just so...*sexy* thought the young man to himself. 

They went inside, Angel locking the door behind him.  He showed Xander to a large room.  The entire mansion was furnished sparingly, there was little furniture.

The sitting room only contained a small sofa and a battered coffee table.  Xander lowered himself on to the offered seat.

"Would you care for something to drink?"

Visions of Angel's icebox ran through his head.  The young man's stomach churned.

"A world of no."

"I meant soda, tea, beer, or water."

"Beer, sure I'll have a beer."

Angel excused himself and strode from the room.  Several minutes later he returned with a large frosty mug of a dark beer.  He handed the mug to Xander and placed a bowl of popcorn on the table.

"Alexander, I wanted to thank you.  For everything that you've done for me since my return."

"Mmmm.  Don't sweat it.  It wasn't anything really."

"Yes it was, I know you really don't care for me all that much.  You've never made a secret of your feelings."

"If I didn't like you I wouldn't have helped.  The curse thing wasn't your fault, neither was what your demon did."

"It's still my fault.  I knew the terms of the curse and I still made love to Buffy.  I should have known what would happen if I allowed myself to..."

"What to care enough?  To need someone so completely and find yourself in their arms?  Angel you're only human."

"No I'm not, I'm a demon."

"There maybe a demon in there, but there's a soul too!  To stay this time, you can have what it is you need, without fear of losing it again.  Buffy is..."

"It's over between me and Buffy.  She tolerates me, the love is gone."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"What about you Alexander?"

"What about me?"

"You and Cordilia are things working out?"

"No it's over.  I really never understood how we ended up together anyway.  I think it was just a sex thing.  Could we talk about something else?"

"Sure, like what?"

"Well for one thing what's with the Alexander thing?  Everybody calls me Xander, except my mother."

"Ok, Xander."

The young man looked deeply into those beautiful eyes, losing himself for a moment.

"On second thought, I like it when you call me Alexander."

"Whatever you wish, my darling."

"You just called me..."

"Alexander, I love you."

"What?  How can you love me?  You don't know me?"  Xander started to argue further but felt a cold finger across his lips.

"Yes I do.  You are loyal, brave, selfless, and kind; not to mention very beautiful and with a hot little body that would have driven the ancient Greeks out of their minds."

"You think I'm beautiful?"

"Very much so."

"Angel I have a confession to make."

"Well I'm not a priest but I can listen."

"I really didn't not like you or hate you.  I was jealous."

"Because Buffy wanted me and not you?"

"No because you wanted Buffy."

You could have heard the proverbial pin drop.

"What I'm saying Angel is that.  That; well I think I'm kind of..."

"Yes?"

"Gay!"

Angel leaned in closer and pressed his cold lips against those of the younger man.  Gently he kissed Xander, feeling the slight trembling of the warm body beneath him.

Xander's hands encircled his waist, pulling him closer.  Those hot lips kissed back with a passion verging on frenzy.  Angel's lips parted inviting Xander's tongue to enter.  It slipped inside the cool mouth, probing gently at first then coming back to delve deeper inside as though to find the secrets of the ages.

Angel gently separated from the gasping mortal looking deeply into his eyes.

"Where do we go from here?"  He asked.

"Bed!"

Angel laughed as he gathered Xander into his arms and carried him effortlessly up the grand staircase and into the master bedroom.  When they entered the room, Angel placed his lover down gently on the massive four poster bed.

Xander’s body was tenderly caressed as Angel slowly, oh so slowly removed his clothing.  Before long Xander was lying on the massive bed in all his youthful glory, he looked up into the eyes of the beautiful vampire.  Angel was gazing at him, love and lust smoldering in his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful, Alexander.”

“Angel, four words.  Xander wants big smoochies.”

Angel lay on his side next to the young man and gave him a scorching kiss, their tongues caressing the tender lining of each others mouths.  Their hands roamed over each others bodies. 

Xander began to strip away his Angel’s clothing.  He pulled back for a moment, pulling the shirt Angel’s head, before leaning back in for more “smoochies.”  His hands then began to claw at the silver belt buckle.

“Let me.”  Angel said pulling back.

He quickly slid down the chinos, revealing a flat stomach, long muscular legs and an extremely hard organ.

“No underwear?”

“I like going commando.”

“I’ll never be able to watch you walk again.”

Angel moved to gently suck the tender skin at the junction of neck and shoulder.  As Xander’s eyes closed and he moaned softly, a gentle nip followed.  Xander’s hand cupped the brown haired man, cradling his head to his neck.  Angel’s tongue lapped at the skin.  He felt the rush of blood under the skin, the heat.  Oh god the blessed heat.

“Angel, I offer myself to you.”

“Thank you Alexander, but I’ll wait until later for my love bite.”

Instead of biting Angel locked his lips on the offered neck and sucked, hard.  His willing victim, moaned again as he made a mark on the pale neck.  He moved down the trim body pausing to suck and bite Xander’s nipples, and bringing them to stiff peaks.  He licked down the body further, down the flat plane of Xander’s stomach, kissing the bellybutton.

Xander gasped as Angel engulfed his hot organ.  So cool and slick, deeper and deeper into his throat, Angel the man took the organ until his nose was buried in Xander’s pubes. 

“Oh god, so good baby.  So good.”

Xander’s hips lifted from the bed in reflex.  Angel’s hands moved and pinned the young man’s pelvis to the mattress.  He swallowed around the manly tool, the movement of his throat muscles driving the teen crazy.  Xander’s hands clenched the sheets, balling into fists as the talented mouth continued to tantalize him.  Angel bobbed his head violently pushing Xander past the point of sanity.

“Omigod!  Omigod! Cumming!”

Xander’s body began to spasm, the orgasm shooting down Angel’s sweet throat again and again until he was spent.  Xander then collapsed back on the mattress, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Angel moved up to face Xander.  He leaned down to kiss him, Xander lurching upward to meet him.  They’re lips joining, their tongues sharing Xander’s essence.  The taste of himself in Angel’s mouth helped to rekindle his ardor.  Xander felt his cock beginning to harden again, then he felt Angel’s tool pressing into his thigh.

“Alexander, I want to make love to you.  Do you trust me?”

“Yessssss!”  The teenager moaned.

Angel moved to kneel between Xander’s legs.  He reached to the night table and opened a drawer.  He lifted a bottle of a clear liquid.  He opened the bottle and coated his fingers, then he applied the lubricant to Xander. 

“It’s cold.”

“It’ll warm in a second, baby.  I’m going to put a finger inside you, I promise if you decide you don’t want to just say no.  I’ll stop.”

“Go for it.”

Angel slowly pushed in.  The canal was so tight, so warm.  Angel slipped in another finger; he reached further back and massaged Xander’s “sweet spot.”

Xander groaned his eye’s clenching.  His body began to tremble, and then another finger slipped inside.  He felt Angel gently stretching him.  Angel touched his prostate again causing explosions of white lights behind his eyelids.  Another moan escaped his lips.

“You want it Alexander?”

“Yes!”

“You want my hard cock in your butt?”

“Yes!  Gods yes!”

Angel removed his fingers, he lubricated his cool hard cock and positioned it at the entrance to his beloved’s body.  He gripped the base and pressed in.  He slipped inside a couple of inches.

“Ouch!  It hurts Angel!  Does it always hurt?”

“A little, that’s part of it.  Shall I stop?”

“No!”  Xander bucked, impaling himself deeper on the welcome intruder.

Angel applied more pressure and slid all the way inside until he was completely sheathed in Xander’s heat.  He waited there for his lover’s body to acclimate to his girth.  It took all his great control not to begin pounding the young man through the mattress.

Xander felt the pain ebb away, as it faded he realized that in its place was pleasure, he groaned and locked his legs around Angel’s narrow hips.  He pulled his lover deeper inside him.

“Fuck me Angel!”

Angel pulled out and plunged back inside, the friction on that sweet spot sending Xander into a wave of pure bliss.  Angel began with a slow rhythm plunging into Xander, watching as the lovely face showed the pleasure that he was giving his Alexander.

Xander opened his eyes and saw Angel; each downward thrust brought a sparkle to the eyes, the lips parted.  Xander pulled in with his legs matching his efforts with Angel’s thrusts pulling him inside deeper and deeper.  The pace increased their loving becoming almost frantic as Angel approached his peak.

Angel leaned down to kiss Xander, their tongues matching the thrusts of their bodies.  Angel pulled off those hot swollen lips and buried his face in Xander’s neck.  He allowed his game face to appear, he parted his lips and as gentle as a lover’s kiss pierced the tender skin, just barely.  The blood flowed into his mouth and with it the feelings of his lover.

Xander felt the bite, only there was not pain.  He felt pure excitement and bliss, his member exploded splattering his hot seed on his and Angel’s chests.  At the same instant he felt a throbbing deep inside his center, and cool wetness invaded his body as his lover, his Angel came inside him.

Angel’s head was thrown back, he was in full game face and a growl followed by a roar escaped his lips.

“Xander!  Oh god Xander I love you!”

“Love you too, Angel.”  Xander whispered as the now human face met his gaze. 

Angel claimed his lips in a deep slow kiss.  The kiss was one of fulfillment and love, as beautiful as the moon shining down on the dark water of the sea; as gentle as a baby’s sigh.

Xander groaned as he felt Angel slide from him.  He felt bereft, empty.   It almost brought tears to his eyes.

Angel stood up and strode into the bathroom.  Xander heard water running and then his lover came back.  He carried a warm cloth which he used to cleanse the young godling on the bed.  He then pitched the cloth back into the bathroom and curled up on the bed with Xander.

“Angel, it’s almost sunrise.  You should get to your lair.”

“You’re a member of the Scooby gang and you think I have a lair?  I have a bedroom in the sub-basement.”

“Sounds cozy, is there room for me?”

“School?”

“It’s Saturday, and I haven’t slept a wink all night.”

“You go down there with me you might not sleep a wink all day either.”

“You’ve convinced me!  Grab the lube and let’s go!  Just one question.”

“Yes?”

“It worked right?  The spell I mean.”

“It must have, I feel so happy that my heart is overflowing and I’m still Angel.”

“Good, now let’s go!”

Xander grabbed the bottle and Angel’s hand and practically dragged Angel down the stairs.  Angel just laughed, if he wasn’t already dead this exciting pixie would surely kill him.

~Fins~