Your fault... is not 8
"If you hadn´t thralled me before we went in there."
"It´s your bloody fault. You soddin´ well begged for the thrall."
"Is not!" Xander yelped. "What do I know about magic stuff? You shouldn´t have gone offering me a magical Mickey when I was all panicked. It´s not my fault."
"Is too!" Spike snapped back sounding all of three years old as far as Angel was concerned. "If I hadn´t done the thrall, ya woulda been dead."
"And then you had to go and tell Giles. Father figure... not big with the sexual sharing when it comes to father figures." Xander complained bitterly.
"Bloody hell, you´re the one who stood there like a lump while Miss Air for Brains tried ta stake me."
"Angel, you have to fix this," Xander said as he turned desperate eyes to Angel.
"I don´t know what you want me to do," Angel said with a shrug, and then regretted it as the movement made parts of him ache uncomfortably.
"You´re the one who bloody made me learn the ceremony, so how do we undo it?" Spike demanded as he stood up. Angel stomped on his desire to put a fist in Spike´s face. The childe had claimed a human, and Xander Harris no less.
"I never taught you to thrall the human first, and I certainly never expected you to try bonding with a thralled human. From what Darla taught me, that shouldn´t have even worked. This really leaves me with only one choice. So as much as I absolutely hate doing this, Xander welcome to the family." Angel turned to Xander who had a deer caught in the headlights look.
"I certainly don´t know how to break the bond, so please do me the favor normally extended to most in–laws and just avoid my city. I´d prefer it if you could keep your Master out of my city as well," Angel felt a small bit of satisfaction when Xander flinched at the word ´Master.´ God he hoped the furies were home tonight. Or maybe... Angel cast a glance toward Wesley.
"Wot? No way at all? You want us to go back to the boy´s soddin´ little friends and say this is permanent?" Spike demanded, and Angel looked back at his childe.
"Yep. They can´t kill you without killing Xander, which is my primary reason for not staking you for selling potentially cursed items to Paraed. So if you would please get out of my office..." Angel smiled at the two men using an expression he knew had more Angelus than Angel in it. However, he also didn´t miss the way both men´s bodies relaxed at the news that the bond couldn´t be broken.
"But what about... I mean..." Xander stuttered to a stop.
"Xander, I already know more than I want to about your sex life, and you are part of my line, so whatever it is, just spit it out so you can leave."
"These feelings... Buffy is not thrilled with these feelings..." Xander tried again. Angel considered the nervous human in front of him. Really, he should feel some compassion, but he felt very little compassion and absolutely no guilt at what he was about to do.
"Give it up, boy. You gave a demon dominion over your soul, so he´s your Master. Nothing I do can change that. Tell Buffy to call so you have time to clean up the chains before she comes over to your place. And Spike, if she calls to complain about you rubbing her nose in your," Angel waved his hand at the two men, unwilling to put a label on the bond, "this... I will come up there and put you in your place." The look of horror on Xander´s face at the mention of chains almost made the evening worth it. "So, unless you two are planning on staying here to torture me..." Angel waved a hand toward the door without standing.
"Right, got business of our own, don´t we?" Spike said as he drew his lips up in an utterly wicked grin.
"But," Xander protested right before Spike gave him a swat on the butt that sent him out of the office. Angel put his elbows on his desk and rested his chin on his hand as he tried to not groan as he used 250 years of experience to force his own body into submission. Silence reigned for several minutes as Wesley stood at the door to the office and Angel slowly forced his erection to subside.
"Um, Angel?" Wesley asked from near the door. Angel watched as the man softly closed it after watching the outer office, Angel assumed Wesley had been watching the two morons leave.
"Yes?"
"When studying the Watcher journals, the underlying message was that a soul tended to have dominance in its own body unless the demon was a category 4 or higher, and vampires are classified a lower level demon. Not the lowest level, naturally, but certain not a demon normally capable of possession of a live host. It´s thought that this is why your own soul is able to command your demon."
"And?" Angel asked. He really didn´t have patience for a long discussion.
"Bonding means a soul accepting a vampire´s demon willingly."
"Right." Angel confirmed.
"So, if Mr. Harris´ soul wished to evict the demon´s hold over him..."
"He would just have to actually want the demon gone," Angel answered. "But since he can´t admit that to himself, I don´t really feel a need to inform him of that."
"But Angel, that´s hardly ethical," Wesley said in a shocked voice.
"Neither is torturing me, but neither of them has ever had a problem with that," Angel answered dryly. "Besides, they´ll keep each other out of trouble."
"Do you really think...?" Wesley looked uncertainly toward the door.
"They´re fine. More than that, they´re both where they deserve to be," Angel said, for once the soul and the demon in agreement. Now he just had to find a way to clean up the mess the boys had left behind. Angel pulled at the seam of his pants to give his cock more room as he eyed Wesley. There were possibilities there. After all, if his worthless childe had managed to make a bond... well, it did give him a few new ideas with which to experiment.
The End
