New Order Chapter 26 & 27

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 Title:  New Order Part 26 and 27/44 (and counting)
Author:  Jasonsnene
Rating:  NC17
Characters:  Spike, Angel, Xander (others later)
Warnings:  M/M, M/M/M, Torture, BDSM, N/C, probably others.
Disclaimer:  I don't own the characters associated with this story and don't make any money from it.
Summary:  Angel's world changed after the final battle. He and Spike still work to save L.A. but when Xander is the one who needs to be saved, how will their world be impacted.
Feedback:  Keeps me encouraged to add more.  And thanks for all the amazing comments so far!!!
Beta:  carinas_carinae

Previous parts here



A/N:  I'm behind in posting this so decided to do a 2 for 1 special today.  Chapter 26 is the original ending to this story.  I wrote the first 26 chapters over a period of 2 days but I knew there was so much more I wanted to tell.  I've been adding to the story ever since.  Hope you enjoy the end of the first phase and the beginning of the second.  

Ch 26

Angel and Spike stared into each other’s eyes over Xander’s back. The ritual was complete, but they weren’t finished yet. There was something else they wanted to do: a more personal binding, just for them. 

 

They released Xander from his chains and held him between them. Pressing their bodies to his and feeling his warmth seep into them, both vampires enjoyed the moment. Angel pulled back first and knelt before Xander. 

 

His words were only for Xander and he stared into the man’s eyes as he spoke. “I, Angelus, of the clan Aurelius, claim you Xander Harris as mine own.” Then he turned his head to the side, baring his neck to Xander.

 

Spike gently guided Xander down and pressed his face to the exposed skin. “Bite him, pet.” Xander opened his mouth and bit down on the flesh, gasping as the skin broke and he tasted blood. Spike then gently pulled him away and moved him to his feet. Angel moved Xander around so that he was facing Spike. 

 

Spike then knelt before him and repeated the words. “I, William, of the clan Aurelius, claim you Xander Harris as mine own.” Angel guided Xander as Spike’s had before and again Xander bit down on exposed flesh. He tasted Spike’s blood in his mouth and lapped at the blood before Angel lifted him again. 

 

The vampire’s again maneuvered Xander so that he was pressed back against the rock and propped him there. They shifted their faces and faced the human. Xander reached out his hands to them and pulled them closely. 

 

Angel and Spike pressed into either side of Xander’s neck and bit down, drawing his blood into them. They licked then wounds until the blood stopped flowing and pulled back to face him.

 

They spoke the final words together. “We claim you Xander Harris as our own. Bound of our blood, bound of our seed, bound by our lives.” And they were done. He was theirs in the old ways of the vampire, claimed first by a ritual that they hadn’t started and hadn’t wanted, then by the vampire tradition. 

 

Xander was shocked by the intensity of the bonds now claiming him. He could feel their blood in him, their seed in him and the pains in his neck and entrance were nothing compared to the pounding of his heart as he realized he was truly theirs, body and soul. They all moved together and Xander was in his favorite place - the place he now belonged - between them. 

 

Angel and Spike would have stayed and lingered over the moment longer but they had more plans for their claimed one this night and they wanted to get him back home. Spike held Xander up as Angel gathered their clothes and the other tools of the ritual. They dressed quickly and Angel scooped Xander up into his arms and carried him out. 

 

Xander would have protested that he could walk but knew that Angel wouldn’t let him. His overprotective vampires would make sure he was taken care of and really, he didn’t mind that Angel was holding him so close. As they emerged into the main room of the warehouse, he felt Spike’s hand rest against his back, letting him know that he was there, always there with him.

 

They loaded up and headed back to the Hyperion, letting one of the Kor’Chuks drive while they curled together in the backseat, touching and petting Xander and enjoying their claimed status.

 

When they reached the hotel, Angel was magnanimous and let Spike have a turn carrying Xander. They moved for the stairs, Angel rushing ahead to open the door and make sure everything was prepared as he requested. 

 

Spike lowered Xander to his feet at the top of the stairs and the human wobbled slightly before leaning back into Spike. Angel stepped out of the room and held out a hand to Xander. He stepped forward towards his vampire, pulling Spike along behind them and entered the room.

 

It looked like Christmas. There were packages everywhere, wrapped and tied with bows and ribbon. Candles were lit throughout the room and the light scent comforted Xander. He eyed the packages with a gleam in his eyes and a grin on his face. Angel and Spike pulled him forward and sat him in the center of the bed.

 

He was soon surrounded by stacks of gifts waiting to be opened and two eager vampires waiting for him to begin. He tore into the first one and pulled out a leather coat. Spike and Angel grinned at each other at his shout of delight. It was a good start. 

 

More packages were ripped open and other items emerged with shouts of joy. Xander loved getting presents and was the best sort of gift receiver. He squealed and laughed and touched and squealed some more as more presents came out. Xander laughed as he picked up the theme. His vampires had dressed him, and not in his superstore specials. These were beautiful clothes, of all types and colors. Some things obviously picked out by Angel, the nicer button down shirts, the soft pants and silk boxers and others were obviously all Spike, leather pants, tight T-shirts and his own pair of Docs. 

 

There were other gifts, too many to mention, and Xander happily tore into them all. Finally, only one was left. Angel pressed the box into his hand and he opened it slowly. Inside were three identical rings. Angel lifted the first one out and placed it on Xander’s finger. Then he lifted the next and placed it on Spike’s hand before lifting out the last and sliding it on himself. 

 

This one was all Angel, a sign that they were all claimed, taken, and not free for the world. His life was now for the two joining him here on this bed and in this life.

 

Xander and Spike were speechless. They both pounced on Angel and pressed him back into the mattress. He held onto them both and was happy.



Ch 27

Xander waited in the bedroom while Angel and Spike were out saving the day again. It bothered him more than he wanted to admit that he was no longer participating in the saving. He felt more like a pet, pampered and spoiled and never allowed anywhere near the danger. Xander could only imagine how much worse he would feel when more time went on. Maybe they would trust him more then and give him a chance to do more good.

 

He pressed his hands up to the twin claim marks on either side of his neck. Less than a day had passed since the incredible night his lovers gave him. He was not only ritually bound to them, but both had claimed him as theirs. No one had really explained to him yet exactly what that meant. He knew the basics but some specifics would be nice. He was hoping they would get to that today. He knew that they were needed elsewhere. He just wanted to be needed with them.

 

As he paced the now familiar path between the bed and the bathroom, Xander worried. He worried about Angel and Spike, out fighting who knows what kind of demon. He worried about whether one of them would be hurt, or worse. And most of all, he worried that things weren’t all that they seemed.

 

Sure, the claiming was amazing. It was more than amazing actually. The whole night was everything Xander had ever wanted: Romance, presents, and incredible sex. Well, he hadn’t really imagined the two lovers part at the time, but hey, two for the price of one. It was a good deal.

 

But that’s where Xander’s thinking started getting him into trouble. Since when did he ever get exactly what he wanted out of this life? And really, he wasn’t sure the moment he realized that something was off about his lovers, but once the thought was in his mind, it just wouldn’t leave.

 

Taking a moment to twist the ring Angel placed on his hand the night before, Xander faced another example of just how off things were. Since when did Angel get all mushy and romantic? And Spike, too? It just wasn’t - well, normal. 

 

Not normal was something Xander knew very well. Normally, he would talk to Willow about the weirdness, but he wasn’t sure he should since he really hadn’t talked to her at all since the whole Angel and Spike thing happened. 

 

But if something were going on with his vampires, didn’t he owe it to them to find out what it was? That was an answer he didn’t even have to think about: He already knew he would do anything for them. 

 

So Xander reached for the phone and dialed Willow’s number. 

 

He only had to wait moments before hearing her voice. “Xan? Is that you?”

 

“Hey Wills. Just have a few things to talk about and wow with the psychic. How did you know it was me?”

 

Willow’s laughter warmed him, making him realize just how much he missed her. “It’s called caller-id Xan. I saw it was Angel’s number and I was really hoping that it was you.”

 

Xander felt the sting of tears in his eyes and his throat tightened. “I miss you, Wills. And I think I’m sort of in trouble again.” He explained everything that happened since he left for his errand for Giles. Being kidnapped and tortured, Angel’s vision, his rescue, their relationship, and even the claiming and bonding of the night before, Willow heard it all, in nearly one breath.

 

When Xander finally stopped in his recounting, he waited for Willow’s response, bouncing from foot to foot in nervous energy. “OK. Let me make sure I understand this. You had to bind to someone. And you bound yourself to Angel AND Spike. And THEN you let them CLAIM you?” Willow’s exasperation was clear. “Oh Xan, what were you thinking?”

 

Although it was tempting to just defend everything he had done over the past few days, Xander knew it really wouldn’t do any good. “Look, Will, I know this is really weird, but all of that stuff I’m actually okay with. But there’s some weirdness that I just can’t figure out and I’m scared. I need your help, Will.”

 

If one thing could be said for Willow, it was that she would do anything for her friends. “You know I’ll do anything for you Xan. What can I do?”

 

He explained his fears and concerns and Willow agreed that some things just didn’t sound - well, right about the two vampires. Of course, Willow reminded Xander that they hadn’t really seen two souled vampires in love so they really needed to consider that this was them expressing their feelings.

 

As much as he wanted to believe that Angel and Spike were madly in love with him and thus acting completely out of character, he just didn’t buy it. This was Xander “The Zeppo” Harris they were dealing with here. Why would it be something perfectly rational, something perfectly wonderful, when it could be something evil and supernatural? Xander knew his luck and voted for the worst case scenario.

 

Xander used a large chunk of his savings to get Willow a plane ticket for the next day. His best friend was on the way and it was all going to be okay. Now he just had to figure out what to tell his lovers. 



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