Angelus' hand went from caressing Buffy's body through her body amour to touching bare golden skin. He was dumbstruck for a moment but only a moment.
"I think that I can live with this, saves time getting to the good parts."
His hands roamed down her body as warm brown eyes tinged with amber met green. They needed no words. Neither one wanted to break the spell their bodies were weaving.
He traced a finger down her cheek to her lips where she playfully nipped at his finger. A soft groan escaped his lips at the feel of her teeth on him. His fingers continued to her neck to trace his mark, the shallow of her shoulder, the full slope of breast, a flat trim stomach, sweeping past her womanhood despite her protest to continue onto firm trim thighs then onto tiny tender toes. He pulled each one into his mouth to suck, lave, tease and bite, until Buffy was panting.
"Angelus," she growled, her body undulated on the large bed above him.
"Come here, lover. It's been forever and a day."
Her husky voice joined the scent of her arousal to weave a web of sensual delight that caressed every fiber of his body.
Sliding up her body like a cobra ready to mesmerize then pounce on its prey, he braced above her. Her lust filled green eyes told him everything he needed to know. This was Buffy, his woman, his mate, not a shell, not an illusion, but the living breathing fantasy made flesh once more.
Buffy's hands pulled him down to her waiting lips. Their tongues dueled until she shoved him away only to bare her neck.
"Now lover," she demanded and he obeyed.
Their bodies sighed as they welcomed the other part of themselves. Angelus drank her sweet powerful blood. It was powerful, passionate, yet the love each felt for the other hung heavy in the room. It embraced them, while it kept the rest of the world away.
Anya looked at the rest of the group then back over the edge at the enormous group below.
"Well, they're off having loads of sex, but what are we going to do? I hope there's someone around to tell us where to wait, while they give each other orgasms," she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
Lindsey still unsure if she had forgiven him, tried to decide whether to say anything or not. Luckily, the gorgeous women in body amour coming their way saved him. They curtly nodded their heads toward the group. "We are Kyria and Syria, our god-king sent us to look after you. Follow us."
They turned, fully expecting obedience from the strange group. The others looked at each other shrugged then followed after the women with blue and green markings. They were the first women the combined AI and Scooby team had seen since walking through the portal. Harmony, Faith and Fred were happy to see at least a few more women. Anya on the other hand just figured out how many penises she might not get to sample, and was not happy about it at all.
The men each walked beside their women, leaving Lorne with nothing else to do but go first. "Hello there, green goddess of war, what's your name I'm Lorne."
He used his voice to the best of his abilities.
Kyria stopped in her tracks, causing everyone else to do the same. She cocked her head to the side to look at the anagogic demon. Her eyes were an icy green that covered her pupils, and matched the markings on her forehead and hair. She was almost as tall as Lorne, with a trim, toned body created for battle, which anyone could see from her body amour. She raised a hand to touch his cheek then continued on to caress a short red horn.
Lorne's eyes closed as tingles shot straight through his body all the way to his toes. His breath hitched as his eyes rolled back in his head. Planting his feet further apart not only to keep himself from falling, but also to ease the ache in his suddenly tight yellow pants.
"Your form finds favor in my eyes. I can smell that you lust for me, as well. Come with me and we will find our release."
She grabbed his hand to pull him down a large corridor he hadn't seen before.
He looked over his shoulder at the others with a second of hesitation then decided, if he was going to die it was a helluva way to go.
Syria noticed Kyria taking the large green demon toward her private quarters. She stopped the others from following with a dark look and a sweep of her sword.
"They're going to have congress, and have no need of your assistance or would have asked for it."
With that cryptic explanation, she motioned for them to continue down another corridor.
Fred blushed when she overheard the conversation, but it didn't stop her from sending Gunn a sultry look. He pulled her slender body next to him, and whispered something naughty in her ear. It had her face flaming even brighter.
They moved through the corridors stopping along the way as Syria assigned each couple their room. Harmony, Connor, Lindsey and Anya were the only ones left. Syria turned to the two teenagers.
"This is your accommodations to have congress with one another."
Connor looked at his feet, while Harmony couldn't stop the bright smile from crossing her lips.
"I don't know anything about Government, but I don't mind sharing a room with Connor. I mean if he doesn't mind that is."
"Uh, are you sure? I mean yeah." He took her hand and they all but ran into the room laughing.
Anya shook her head. "Why are people so afraid to tell someone they want to have orgasms with them? I was human for over five years, and I still don't understand this."
Lindsey swallowed then decided to take a shot rather than letting the opportunity slip away.
"Anyanka, I still want to be with you. Evie and I were friends for a long time, but I swear I didn't know what she planned to do to Buffy. Darlin,' I like you, and would like to get to know you better."
He gave her his best country boy smile, blue eyes twinkling, while his dimples peeked out.
She stared at him for a few moments then stated as only Anya was able.
"I would hate to miss having sex with a penis as nice as yours, but if you do anything else to hurt my friend, I'll personally cut it off. Buffy created an entire army with just her blood. I'm sure she wouldn't leave out the most important parts. There are bound to be several among them who'll be as well endowed as you."
Lindsey nodded at her threat. He couldn't stop the surge of jealousy that shot through him at the thought of this beautiful woman with someone else.
"Promise, honey, no need for a Jinsu knife."
"Has the war council been resolved?" Kyria asked impatiently, her green face cocked to the side.
Lindsey looked at her, intimidated not only by her height, but from the strong vibe that surrounded her. He wondered if it was her, or the results of Illyria's blood.
Lorne looked at the naked woman who stalked toward him. He lay on the bed unsure what was about to happen, but knew it would be an experience unlike anything he'd experienced in his six hundred years of existence.
Syria crawled forward. Her strong hand learned his body, starting at his feet. His back arched off the bed when her body replaced her hand. One pure note escaped his lips and echoed through the halls.
Wesley threw Faith over his shoulder as soon as the doors closed behind them. She laughed, seeing her lover finally let loose. He dropped her on the bed and followed her, landing his body on top of hers. Faith took his face in her hands to pull him in for a passionate kiss. She looked into his intelligent blue eyes as if all the answers were there for her to see.
"Is everything going to be okay, Wes? I mean with B and well the rest of us?"
He kissed her nose glad that Faith finally felt comfortable enough to let him see this vulnerable side of her.
"Buffy's the only person I know be able to find a way to around this situation. She already forced Illyria to agree not to kill, or rule over innocent humans. That's a big concession. Not to mention they're sharing the body equally. Yes, dear, I think everything will be all right. Let's find something to do, while the lovers are otherwise occupied."
"Why Wesley, you are a naughty, naughty man."
Faith's laughter soon turned into a low moan of pleasure.
Angelus watched Buffy change before his eyes. The warm glow faded from her left eye. Silver streaks grew from the part to spread down one side of her face and hair. Silver slowly drowned out one beautiful green eye. The metallic markings brushed her cheeks in a mocking shade of blush. They streaked down her body like a treasure map. It went from shoulder to finger tips to undercarriage gently cupping her breasts then down around a heart-shaped rear to the front and back of her flanks and feet. The markings cut Buffy directly in half.
"Does this form find disfavor with you?" B/I asked "Does it give you the wiggins babe?"
Both sides easily spoke taking control whenever they chose or needed. It was startling to first see or hear.
"No beloved, if you're with me, I'll take you in any form. It's just startling to watch this change overcome your body."
He brushed the silver-tinted hair away from her face surprised that it was still so soft.
"This shell is more than acceptable as a home to house all that I am. It pleases me that you find us attractive. Let us see how well you like us this way."
B/I pushed him back on the bed with a feral smile. Angelus wasn't sure how to approach his mate, while she was like this, but he didn't have long to wait. She crawled on top of him with to sit on his thighs. Using her right hand, she caressed him tenderly, while the left was anything but tender. Long nails scraped down his chest to pull on flat male nipples. His head fell back as deep growls escaped his throat. Angelus dreamed of playing pain and pleasure games with Buffy. There just hadn't been time.
Now, here was this hybrid woman half-Buffy, half-Illyria, giving him a dark passion dream come true. A hard pull on said nipple brought his wandering thoughts back to the matter at hand. It took everything he had to lay back and allow B/I to dominate him. Something told Angelus this was an important part of the puzzle.
She slowly slid down Angelus' broad chest. She kissed, licked, nipped or bit along her path. Angelus neck arched on the bed. He vamped out when the tender tongue suddenly became tiny teeth that gnawed on him. Sharp teeth continued to nip their way down, around then back again. In one smooth move, B/I replaced the hot lips, mouth and teeth.
It happened so fast that Angelus didn't even see her move. She smiled down at him. It held some of Buffy's warmth but with a delineable edge to it that was Illyria's influence shining through. Angelus felt as if he made love to two women at once, which in fact he did. As they lay in the bed afterward, B/I breathed deeply while a fine sheen of sweat covered her split body. Angelus lay on his side looking down at her as a large hand caressed her small powerful body.
"Ioniin, what happens now?"
"The bond isn't complete, once you take me as your mate knowingly, and of your own freewill then our reign will truly begin."
His eyes flashed amber as brow ridged while his teeth elongated into fangs.
"I took Buffy as my mate, not you. You're the reason that she died. I agreed to stay with you because it meant she was here too. But, Buffy is my only mate."
She shifted smoothly back to Buffy to crawl up on her knees. Buffy pulled his face up to hers for a tender kiss.
"I love you too, Angelus. I love all of you, the man and the demon and that's what I'm asking you to do. It isn't the same, but it's close. I tried to show Angel this with you. He couldn't or wouldn't understand. I could tell you what's going to happen, but I won't. This has to be based on whether you love me enough to trust me."
Before he could say a word Buffy faded directly into Illyria, she cocked her head at him. "This shell," she stopped, "Buffy Summers is an unusual warrior. I have never met anyone like her before."
Angelus gave a harsh laugh. "You have no idea, Illyria. I roamed the world for over 250 , before I met her. There are no others that could even hold a candle to her."
Illyria lay on the bed then turned her head to look at Angelus with silver eyes and markings on her once unblemished golden body.
"Come to me, Angelus. That part inside you that wants to dominate a god let it free. Let it free here in this room, in this bed. Let it free, inside me."
Her voice had started as a command and ended as the most carnal of invitations. She was the epitome of a pagan goddess painted in golds and silvers.
He was helpless to deny his true mate this offer of his fidelity. His amber eyes swept over the body before him, when it clicked in his mind what Buffy was trying to say. She wasn't the shell Illyria was. He allowed his demon to take over in answer to the challenge ahead of them.
Illyria felt a shiver of pleasure race down her spine as he roughly grabbed her to pull her forward. Large hands squeezed firm slender thighs. Those hands slid down from trim ankles, knees and hips. She closed her eyes to take in the sensations of talented elicited in her body.
Angelus was always amazed at how responsive her body was to even the smallest of caresses. Illyria pulled him forward, using her strong legs to pull him to the where she wanted him. He growled at her changing the tone of their love play. Knowing he was dealing with Illyria, he decided to let his demon have full reign.
Although he was only a half-breed, she knew her mate was the perfect consort to help her rule. She arched her back as if to demand what she wanted without saying the words. They used their bodies in a battle older than time. Angelus' last bit of control melted away as he bent toward the slender neck offered to him. He noticed that it was the right side, the un-marked skin didn't register. He sank his teeth into silver marked skin and started to drink the powerful blood, unmindful of the rest of the world.
The ground shook, furniture slid across the floor as the occupants screamed, clutching each other. People ran for cover, trying to find a safe place to hide. Those who didn't know better ran outside to find out what was happening. The panic rose like a wave cresting in a storm.
Thousands of feet moved in unison while words chanted in a language spoken before man walked the earth filled the air. The sound rose in volume as the walls slowly moved up from the place they had slumbered for over a millennia. Black clad bodies marched out to take their places to await their orders.
Car horns honked, windows shattered, streets split out from underneath feet. Buildings shook then crumbled, and at the center of it all, the once majestic Hyperion Hotel collapsed to make way for the structure that appeared to grow from the ground.
Illyria's fortress not only removed all traces of Angel's home, but also the W&H building several blocks away. Walls that stood several hundred feet tall surrounded the outer formation, and joined at each corner with watchtowers manned by black clad warriors. Hundreds of stairs led down from the upper level, on each step stood a warrior with sword in hand ready to defend Illyria and her mate.
The local, national and international news broadcasted that earthquakes had rocked downtown LA. Geologists were unable to understand why the seismic occurrences had centralized several city blocks, while all other structures had remained unharmed.
Giles, Willow and the other potentials had barely arrived in Devon, before he received an urgent call from the coven. There was a dark cloud they couldn't pierce, but they knew that it concerned the Slayer line. They couldn't feel the Slayers either of them in this world. Giles felt his heart drop to his feet then lodge in his chest. He had rushed back to the estate they had purchased to re-establish the Council.
"Willow, I need to speak to you in private please?"
"What's the matter Giles?"
The red-haired witch looked on with concern at the older man frantically wiping his glasses. She waved off her lover who rose to follow her, ignoring the glare thrown at her to follow Giles out of the room.
Kennedy decided to try and eavesdrop on the conversation, when a much taller brunette stepped in her to stop her.
"Get out of my way Dawn."
"I don't think so, Ken. If they had wanted us to tag along, they would have invited us to the party. Sit you butt back down in that chair."
"Just how do you plan on stopping me?"
Kennedy tried to push her way past the younger Summers, when she found herself flat on her back with a foot her stomach.
Dawn bent down to get in the potentials face. "You may be a potential, but you aren't a Slayer. You also haven't trained for the last two years with a Slayer, or lived your whole life on a Hellmouth. Face it, Kennedy, all you are is Willow's lover, and a real pain in the ass. No one would miss you if you left but Willow. So, shut up, and sit in the damned chair."
The dark haired girl got up with as much dignity as she could still muster.
"You just wait and see, who's important around here, and who isn't," she grumbled, under her breath but sat down in the chair.
Giles paced the room ringing his hands. "I had an urgent call from the Coven today. Willow have you tried to call LA, since we got here, or has Dawn?"
"No, not after the way we left things. I haven't asked, Dawn, but I could if you want me to. Giles, what's this about?"
"The coven can't feel Buffy or Faith on this plane. Willow, they didn't feel another Slayer being called either."
Dawn ran into the room her face pale, and her blue eyes large with shock. "The...TV...LA...earthquakes...Buffy."
They ran for the television to watch in horror as the news footage played once more.
Willow gasped in horror. "That's where the Hyperion stood, and see there that's the cross streets for W&H. I don't understand why the damage is so contained. There's something not right about this. I just don't know what."
She looked at the screen, and opened her mind to try to see what was hiding from her. Her legs buckled and she would have fallen if Giles hadn't have been there to support her.
Kennedy rushed over to push the Watcher out of the way but Willow stopped her.
"Giles, I need you to ground me so that I can show what they aren't showing on television."
Giles slid behind Willows back laying his hands on his thighs facing up as she placed hers on top. They slowed down their breathing, until it was as if they each took one breath.
Fold back that which is hidden
Let the light show through
Willow exhaled deeply and Giles followed her movements. They opened their eyes when they heard gasps. The other potentials rushed into the room when they heard Dawn scream. They watched the rest of the drama unfold in front of their eyes. There on the TV was an enormous fortress in the middle of the screen.
"Oh dear," Giles gawked not wanting to believe his eyes. "Load up this minute Dawn, Willow. Only take what you think we will need. I will have the Coven watch over the girls they should be able to protect them. We need to get back as soon as possible."
"I go where Willow goes." Kennedy dared anyone to disagree with her, and even though they wanted to no one did.
Within two hours, the Scoobies were once again on American soil. Willow with the help of the coven opened a portal that took them directly to LA. What they were about to face would be beyond their wildest imaginations, beyond their basic understanding of good and evil and test the metal of their belief in each other and themselves.