TITLE:  Death By Association (1/1)
AUTHOR:  Tienco (tienco@msn.com)
COUPLE:  A/X, W/S. . .sorta touches on W/X. . .but not really too much.
RATING:  R, cause it's kinda dark-fic.  There's a death in there, but no one
that really matters.
DISTRIBUTION:  My site!!  www.oocities.org/tienco_21 and various lists.
Ask if you want it, I'll let you have it.  Oh, Jinni, Kylia, and Jai can
always have it. . .if I've given you permission for something else, you are
welcome to this.
DISCLAIMER:  All belongs to Joss Whedon.  I want Xander though.  And Spike,
and Angelus.  Perhaps Willow and Faith can come play too.
FEEDBACK:  Of *course*.  Makes me write more.
SPOILERS:  Nope.  This is AU.
SUMMARY:  Someone hurts Xander. . .Angel, Spike, and Willow take care of it.
NOTES:  *sigh*  This is actually kinda a humorious story, even though it's
about death.  *grin*  Like all my good comfort fics, wrote this in chat. .
.hope there's no *glaring* mistakes in it.
DEDICATION:  To Jinni.  She had a bad day, this is her *main* comfort fic.

~*~

"Hello, this is Xander," Xander put on his best deep sultry voice.  "What
would you like for me to do to you today?"

"Oh, baby," the breathy soft female voice said, "talk dirty to me."

Xander glanced up and down the row he was sitting in, glad that no one was
paying attention to his little section of the row.  He leaned forward, so
the walls of his section were hiding his face and upper torso.  "Willow," he
hissed.  "Why are you calling me?"

"Hey," she purred.  "I'm paying $3.95 a minute, and I want some dirty talk,
Mr. Man."

Xander chuckled.  "What about Spike, love?  Won't he get all upset that you
are running up the phone bill to talk to your best friend who just happens
to live in the room down the hall?"

"Naw, he doesn't care.  I'll shag him, so he really just doesn't care.  So
talk dirty to me, love."

Xander laughed, running through the images in his mind he could paint for
Willow.  "Ok, so we are sitting on a cliff. . ."

~*~

Xander sat back in his chair, groaning softly.  He glanced at the clock.  He
had been on the phone with Willow for an hour and fifteen minutes.  He still
thought Spike would go crazy over the phone bill, but Willow assured him
that all would be right with the two of them.

His little vixen of a best friend had managed to make him hard and rather
horny, even though he *knew* he didn't really like to be with women, and
*knew* that his heart belonged to Angel.  His mind briefly fluttered to
wondering if his mate would care if something ever happened between him and
Willow, knowing full well that Spike and Angel had their moments where they
were together.

"Xander, can I talk to you?" a voice said sweetly behind him.  He turned,
smiling at his supervisor.  She was a pretty woman, blonde hair and nice
breasts - but she reminded him too much of Buffy, which was an automatic
'stay away from her'.  She smiled sincerely at him, assuring him with her
eyes that everything was ok.

He shrugged slightly and stood up, willing his erection to go away.  "Sure,
Jenn, what's on your mind?"  He allowed himself to be led over by the water
cooler, standing behind it and resting his arms over it so he could hide the
last of his hardness.  He smiled at her.

"Xander. . ."  She said with a slight grimace, leaning forward to brush her
fingers against the long bangs in his eyes.  "I think you should. . .take
more initiative.  Cut your hair.  Wear. . ."  She grimaced again.  "Xander,
your clothes are horrid.  I mean, you really should dress nicer."

Xander's mouth dropped open, glancing down at himself as tears filled the
corner of his eyes.  It was important to him that she liked him - since she
*was* his boss, and he enjoyed his job - but this was just. . .wrong.  She
was telling him that his style - as out there as it may be - wasn't good
enough.  < Like anyone ever *sees* me, you whore, > he thought.  < I'm a
damn phone sex operator. >

"Also," she continued, "I'd. . .appreciate it if that tall guy with the long
coat didn't come to pick you up anymore.  I can't legally fire you because
of your sexual relationships, but I frown very deeply upon male-male
relations."

Xander's eyes flew to hers, tears spilling on his cheeks.  He could handle
the cracks about his hair and his clothes, but when someone looked down on
him because of his relationship with Angel, that was going too far.  "I. .
." he whispered, "need to go call him and tell him not to pick me up today."
He was holding the tears back, trying not to cry in front of her.  He turned
around quickly and went to the phone.

He quickly dialed the familiar number, waiting patiently for Cordelia to
pick the phone up.  "Angel Investigations, we. . ."  She stopped in the
middle of her rehearsed line when she heard the person on the other end of
the phone break into tears and start sobbing incoherently.

She frowned, trying to place the sobs.  They *sounded* familiar, but she
couldn't place them.  She looked up at Angel, who was shuffling through some
papers on her desk.  Angel glanced at her, noting the pained expression on
her face.  "Delia?"

She handed the phone to him, wondering if perhaps he could make out the
sobs.  He listened for a moment, instantly knowing that it was his mate on
the other end, and he was sobbing.  "Xander," Angel cooed softly, trying to
sooth the young man's nerves.  "Xander, baby, what is it?"

"Dead. . .boy," he sobbed, "she. . .she knocked my clothes, and," he gasped
as another sob wracked his body.  Angel closed his eyes, tears filling his
own eyes, listening to the hurt filled sounds his lover was making, "she
said. . .hair too long. . ."  He frowned slightly, wondering why Xander
would be so upset about someone saying something like that to him.  Willow
made fun of his clothes all the time, and he would laugh it off.  "And. . ."
A fresh wave of sobs escaped Xander's lips, and Angel knew it was something
he wasn't going to like.  "She said you can't. . ."  Sob.  "Pick me up
anymore."  His voice was tiny, as he whispered the last sentence.  "She
doesn't approve of me loving you."

Angel's game face fell into place and he snarled angrily into the phone.
*No one* hurt his Xander.  He'd worked too hard too long to help the youth
get over the insecurities he had, and the scared feelings that resulted from
his loving Angel.  It angered Angel that someone could just come in and rip
all of that away.  "I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"No," Xander gasped.  "I. . .I have to finish my shift.  I don't. . ."
Slight sniff.  "Want to get fired.  I'll just walk home."

"Xander. . ."

"Deadboy," he said, his voice oddly harsh.  "I'll walk home.  I just. . .I
just wanted to tell you not to pick me. up."

Angel sighed, knowing that once Xander set his mind to something, he
wouldn't deviate from the plan.  "Ok, Xander.  I'll be waiting patiently for
you.  I'll even have hot chocolate. . ."  He frowned, looking at the phone.
Xander had hung up on him.  He narrowed his eyes, slamming the phone down
angrily.

Cordelia jumped and looked up at him.  "Angel?" she whispered softly,
knowing that her boss was much closer to Angelus at this point.  There was
something about Xander that brought out the demon, the protector.

"I'm fine, Cordelia," he growled, turning around and stalking off to his
office to sit in the dark.

~*~

Xander walked in the hotel, throwing his backpack down.  His face was
streaked with tears, even though the incident had happened two hours before.
He sat down on the couch, covering his face with his hands, his shoulders
shaking as he sobbed silently.  He tensed when he felt a hand on his neck,
stroking it softly.  He looked up, expecting Angel to be angry about the way
he was acting, angry with him period.  Instead, it was Willow, her face a
mask of concern and sadness.  "Xander?" she whispered softly, sitting down
next to him.  "What happened?"

He kicked at the carpet, his face screwing up in anger.  "She's a cunt,
Willow.  She's worse than Bitchy.  She. . .she told me my hair was too long.
My clothes were bad. . ."

"But. . .why does that matter?  No one sees you.  You are on the phone all
day."

"I know, I wondered that myself.  And then. . ."  Fresh tears filled his
eyes.  "She told me Angel couldn't pick me up anymore.  She apparently has a
problem with men in love with men."

Willow's stomach clenched in anger.  For two years, Willow and Xander had
been living in LA with Spike and Angel, and she thought that Angel was the
best person in the world for Xander, completing him in a way no one ever had
before.  They were truly soul mates, if a demon was allowed to even have
one.  She supported Xander all through the relationship, encouraging it,
knowing that her mate's Sire made him happier than he'd ever been before.
But he was still fragile, still scared of what people would say about them.
It was moments Xander was going through then that Willow wished her best
friend was already a vampire so it wouldn't affect him so.

"Xander. . .you shouldn't let simple minded fools like her affect you.  It
doesn't matter what she thinks.  She's insignificant."

"I want to kill her," Xander said, his voice growing harsh, his hands
balling into fists.  "I want to watch her bleed, Wills."  He turned to her,
his eyes wide and glassy from the tears.  "Is that wrong of me?"

"Considering who we go to bed with each night?  I don't think so."

Xander glanced towards Angel's office, knowing he'd pissed the vampire off
earlier when he hung up on him.  "Do you think. . ."  His voice dropped to a
whisper.  "Do you think Deadboy would help me?"

Willow thought back over the last two hours, how Angel stormed around his
office angrily, breaking things, slamming himself against the wall, how he'd
yelled and ranted and raved to Spike.  How he angrily forced the blonde
against the wall and ravaged him to get rid of some of the violent feelings
he felt.  Her lips curled into an evil grin.  "I think he'd be up for it,
yea."

Xander's smirk mirrored that of his best friend's.  "Maybe we could make a
family trip out of it.  You know Spike's itchin' to kill something."

"Bitch'll never have a chance," Willow purred, standing up to take Xander's
hand.

Cordelia, who had heard the entire conversation, looked up from her
magazine.  "Well, I'm going home.  When killing of humans comes into play,
that's when I go to my Charles and say I know nothing to the police
tomorrow."  She smiled sweetly, gathering her things.  She walked up to the
two, hugging Willow, then kissing Xander's cheek.  "Have fun, see you
tomorrow."

Xander and Willow walked into Angel's office.  Willow glanced at her mate.
He was sitting on the chair in his Sire's office, eyes filled with anger and
lust.  Angel was behind his desk, head in his hands.  He looked up, his gold
tinged brown eyes meeting Xander's.  They burned gold as the demon stepped
forward.  "You belong to me," he hissed.  "I'm not going to let some pissy
little human tell you otherwise.  And I'm not going to stand by and let you
close me out because of it."

"Deadboy," Xander purred, hoping his souled mate would go for his plan.  He
stepped forward, pressing his hands to the desk, leaning towards Angel.
"Deadboy, can we kill her?  Please?"  He batted his eyelashes in what he
hoped was a seductive manner.

He gasped in slight pain as he suddenly found himself slammed against the
wall, Angel's heavy body pressed against him.  They were inches apart, Angel
still in full game face.  He leaned down, running his fangs along Xander's
neck.  The human shuddered, his eyes closing in the sheer ecstasy of being
touched by his lover in such an intimate way.  He licked Xander's jugular
once, then twice.  "I say we shed some blood," he purred against Xander's
skin.

"Bloody HELL!" Spike jumped up, falling into game face.  "You can't kill the
chit!  She's human, or some rot like that!  You are Angel, not Angelus!"  He
glared angrily at the two of them.

Willow rolled her eyes, sighing softly.  She looked up at Spike.  "We get to
help, bleached wonder."

Spike turned to his mate, blinking.  "We do?" he asked.

"Duh.  She hurt Xander.  You think I'm going to stand by and let that
happen?" Willow asked, her hands on her hips.

Spike's lips curled into a truly evil grin.  "Come on, Dad.  I say we go on
a little killing spree."  He licked his lips.  "I bet she'll taste bloody
delicious."

~*~

Jenn looked up when her door opened.  A perfectly shaped eyebrow rose,
recognizing the man who picked up her employee.  She scowled slightly,
hating the man for taking such a delectable young man off the market.

"Can I help you?" she asked, having been expecting the man.  She hated that
it was happening after hours, and that she was alone in the building with
him.  However, she knew he was a private eye, or something along those
lines, so she knew that he wouldn't *do* anything to her.  However, she
fumbled with her bottle of mace, just in case.

"I hear you are making my lover upset," Angel said smoothly, having
completely given himself to the demon that resided within him.  He knew that
as Angelus he could handle this much better than Angel could.

"Harris?  He shouldn't be so sensitive.  But then I guess all you gay guys
are, huh?"  She screwed her face up in disgust.  "Pansy."

Xander pushed past Angel angrily.  "I am *not* a fucking pansy!  I am
strong, and tough, and by god, I've saved the world more times than you've
known it was in fucking trouble!"

Willow walked in behind him, patting him on the back.  "It's ok, Xander.
Calm down.  We just have to have our little talk with the close minded Buffy
wannabe, and then we can go home and fuck our lovers into oblivion."

Jenn frowned at the thought of Xander and his boyfriend fucking each other.
"Such a waste," she murmured.  She glanced between the three of them,
smelling cigarette smoke in her office.  "Hey, smoking's not allowed in
here," she said.

Spike inhaled once more on his cigarette, then threw it down, allowing it to
burn a nice hole in her carpet before snuffing it out.  He slammed the door
behind him.  "Well, ducks, I put it out for you."

"Hey!" Jenn cried.  "That is a nice expensive carpet you just burned a hole
in!"

Spike's eyebrow rose, and he turned to Angel.  "Angelus, can we kill her
now?  She's already gotten on my bloody nerves."

Angel chuckled.  "Everyone gets on your nerves."

Jenn backed up, suddenly terrified for her life.  They were going to *kill*
her?  Over a few words she said to her employee?  She had every right to say
what she said.  There was no reason for killing.  "Now, now. . .I'm sure we
can talk this out," she stuttered.  "If. . .if you want, you can come pick
up Harris from now on.  I. . .I don't mind."

"Do you have kids?" Willow asked, tilting her head.  "Or a husband?"

"N. . .no," Jenn replied softly, hoping that the woman would talk some sense
into the angry looking men.  "I'm. . .single right now."

Willow's lips curled into a grin.  "Good.  Kill her, boys."

Jenn backed into the wall, glancing warily at the two men that didn't work
for her advance on her.  "Now. . .I'm serious.  We don't have to kill
anyone.  You've made your point. . .I promise.  Nothing else mean to Xander,
I promise."

"You should rip her tongue out, Deadboy," Xander said, sitting on the couch.
He pulled Willow into his arms, resting his head on her shoulder.  "Slap her
around with it."

Spike turned to Xander with a weird look on his face.  "That's just
disgusting, moron."

"What, the pulling the tongue out?" Xander frowned.

"No, slapping her around with it."

Angel glanced back at his lover, noting his comfortable position on the
couch with his best friend.  "Do you want just Spike and I to do this, or do
you want to help?"

Xander shrugged.  "Wills and I will just watch.  Don't want fingerprints or
anything around.  Guess that's a good thing about being a Deadboy.  You
don't have to worry about that stuff."

Jenn frowned.  She'd heard Xander refer to tall, dark, and stalky as
'Deadboy' several times.  "What the hell does he mean by Deadboy?"

"Oh," Angel smirked, "I'm dead.  So's he."  He thumbed towards Spike.

"Huh?" she asked dumbly.

"This is the fun part," Spike said, licking his lips.  "We are vampires,
bint."

She stared at the both of them, all fear leaving her body.  She started
laughing, realizing it was a joke, that Xander was setting her up.

"And do you find this funny, whore?" Xander yelled from the couch.  "Go on!
Show her fang!"

Angel and Spike glanced at each other, then smirked.  They looked back at
Jenn, both going into gameface.  Her eyes widened, and then she started to
scream.

Spike reached out, wrapping his hand around her throat.  He slammed her
against the wall, causing her to whimper slightly.  He glanced back at
Angel.  "Well, Peaches, it's been a bloody century since we've killed
together like this."

"Mmm," Angel purred, "remember the blood and the death?  Pushing you down
and fucking you hard?  Bathing you in their blood and licking every single
drop off your lean body?"

Xander shifted slightly at the image that portrayed in his mind.  He didn't
like the idea of Angel being with *anyone*, except Spike.  He knew what kind
of relationship they had and accepted it, not letting it bother him.
However, he never watched them when they were together, but suddenly, he
wanted to see it.

"Mmm," Willow purred, nudging her nose against Xander's cheek.  "That sounds
kinda sexy."

"Doesn't it though?" Xander whispered, never taking his eyes off of the two
vampires.

"So, do you want it slow and agonizing, or quick and bloody?" Angel asked
his lover, glancing back at his dark lust filled eyes.

"Quick, Deadboy.  I'm horny, and if you don't get it over with, I'm just
gonna have to push Wills here down and fuck her," Xander nodded.

Willow chuckled, her laughter husky.  "And that would be bad how?"

Xander turned to his best friend, a smile lighting up his features.  It was
the first real smile he'd had since all of this began.  "I didn't say it
would be bad, Wills, just telling him he needs to do it or let me do you."

She grinned, leaning up to brush her lips against his.  "Come on, I'm sure
they are going to do it quickly."

Spike pulled out a knife.  "I say we just slit her throat, drain her, then
shag the humans on the couch."

"Sounds like a plan," Angel purred, images of watching Xander fuck Willow
while he fucked his childe running through his mind.  He knew that tonight
they would truly become a family, as he'd always wanted it.

Jenn whimpered slightly, watching the long silver blade as it came towards
her throat.  "Please. . ." she begged, tears streaming down her face.
"Please don't."

It was over in an instant, as Spike slashed the knife across her throat,
making sure to cut the bitch deep.  He grinned as blood gushed from her cut,
some splashing on him.

"EWW!" Willow exclaimed.  "Blood on my cheek!"

The two vampires turned to the humans, who were still seated on the couch.
They weren't that far away, so neither was surprised to see small drops of
blood on the human's faces.

Xander smirked and leaned towards Willow, slowly licking the blood off her
cheek.  Angel's mind slammed into overdrive, growing hard in an instant.
Between seeing the dark red on his lover's pale skin, and watching as he did
a very vampiric thing of licking it off Willow's cheek, he was ready to
forget about the dead body in his arms and just fuck Xander unconscious.

Willow giggled slightly, grabbing Xander's face in her hands.  She ran her
own tongue over his skin, then dived in, thrusting her tongue into his
mouth.  Xander wrapped his arms around the witch and pulled her closer,
kissing her deeply, not caring about anything in the world but the girl in
his arms.

Angel's eyebrow rose and he smirked again.  He turned to Spike, who was
licking his lips, eyes having long turned midnight blue from desire.  "Let's
drink the chit, then shag like old times," Spike nodded slightly.

Angel's chuckle filled the room.  "Sounds like a plan."  The two leaned in,
taking their fill of the dead woman who dared hurt Xander Harris.

END!


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