AresJoxerCupidStrife - Mac

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Title: Children of Night
Author: Mac Xavier
Email: mac_xavier@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: not mine! Well, mostly.
Type: Xover. Xena/Herc with Buffy/Angel, and an OFC.
Summary: Strife's rebirth comes with some interesting additions.
Rating: NC17 or so.
Note: Ignoring MASSIVE amounts of cannon for all the shows. Why? Cause I can, silly.



Discord strains and screams and pushes and curses long and creatively, making even her twin brother flinch. But he's Ares, the Big Bad God of War, and she needs him and she's his sister, so he stays even though she's crushing his large hand with her smaller one. She could have not done this again, could have continued on without her knife-clever, dagger-bright, best loved boy, but she couldn't and she wouldn't, so Strife was coming back even if she had to start a civil war in Sparta all by herself to do it. To all the Hells in existance with his no account father, she didn't need him to raise her baby boy and she didn't need him to bring her baby boy back to her. Her boy didn't need a father, he had Ares. They'd always had Ares.

She lays panting when it's over and her mother cleans up her baby and hands him to Ares and kneals near her feet again. "One more, little one. The other one has to come now."

******

Strife stares at the little girl version of his currently little boy self staring back at him. They're identical at the moment, with the exception of what's hiding in their undies, from the pale-pale skin and painfully bright blue eyes and the soft spiky black hair, to the surprizing glossy black wings that flutter against their backs. At the rate their going, no one will have to worry about telling them apart in a few hours. He at least has his last life's memories to go on, his sister is just lost and looking to him to take care of her, so he pulls her into a hug as their wings overlap, hiding them from the world. They're about to change again and somehow he knows that terrifies her.

******

Her name is Lust. Simple, eligant and very much to the point. Especially as that's how her -grandfather- is looking at her now. As if she's going to give it up to the Old Goat. Her eyes aren't blue any more, although the resemblance to her Twin Brother is still shocking. Her eyes are a solid bright fresh blood ruby red. She let's contempt curl her lips as she's announced as Lust, Goddess of Debauchery. If the Bastard tries to touch her he won't be getting any for a few -thousand- years.

Strife is standing with Cupid and Psyche, all of them grinning like idiots and not really trying that hard to keep their hands off each other, but she doesn't mind because they're suppling her with power and her brother is happy and that's all that really matters when you think about it.

Lust ignores Zeus as she steps down from the dias. Her black wings seem to flex and fold casually, but really one of them is swatting away a groping hand that she doesn't bother to identify. Several of the Gods want her, and in not getting her fuel her powers more. Even Hercules can't help but desire her, but unlike the others won't do anything about it but stare at her. She's House of War and no one can touch her without all Fucking Hell raining down on their heads like Pegasus taking a piss mid-flight.

Hmmm. Maybe she should debauch Hercules first. That might take the Hephestian metal rod out of his ass for a while and let Unc get some work done. Nah, that wouldn't be much fun for Strife.

******

Lust stares calmly at the three men standing before her. Only one of them worships her, more ferverently than he ever did Aphrodite or Apollo, and surprisingly neither had minded his sudden shift in loyalties. Of the other two one worships her mother and the other worships Unc. But it would be very difficult for one to become something...other, and his brothers not to become with him.

Baccus had made a mistake with his minions, they couldn't think for themselves after a while. Lust wanted worshippers who could think. And who better for her first High Priest than the flamboyant cheerfully amoral Jayce? And what better way to reward him than to gift his brothers with the same powers she would give to him?

She steps down from her throne with a (Not HUMAN!) grace and smiles softly as her fingers find the pulse beat at Jacye's long throat.

Fangs bared and lunging, a penitration that isn't quite sex, but feels just as good, sucking slurping the sweet hot taste of mortal blood in her mouth. She swallows, not near draining him when she pulls back and rips open her wrist and holds it to his lips, dropping to her knees as she drags her tongue down his suddenly bare chest to engulf his hard and hot cock in a single swallow as he suckles her wrist like a babe at it's mother's breast. His come blasts into her mouth with a sweetness as good as his blood. She moves him to a soft bed across the room with a thought as he falls into the Changing Sleep. When the sun goes down he'll awaken, a new creature.

She'll decide what to call them once she's Changed Jett and Joxer, too. But it wouldn't be her blood they tasted, that wouldn't be right as they belonged to others, so she called silently to her mother and Unc. They know what she wants from them and smile faintly. This is as much a gift to them as it is to their worshippers and her new High Priest.

******

Strife, Cupid, Psyche and Bliss don't fight the twilight that hard, choosing instead to retreat and wait for it to end. One way or another. But Lust has her children to think of her Dark Angels of sex and violence and want and need. She can't leave her babies. Not without trying to save them, and so she scatters them to the winds, her precious Vampires. And with them she sends their Only Laws. Do Not Change By Force. Do Not Change Children. Do Not Cause Pain Without Pleasure.

Then she, too, retreats. And sleeps curled in the bed she sometimes shares with her Twin Brother and his two lovers and their little son.

Time passes and her Children forget who they are and the mortals forget who she is and the world rewrites it's history and nature.

******

Sunnydale, CA, 2002

Spike prowled the Bronze, hunting for something a little different than what he would have before the sodding chip in his head cut into his fun, but this was almost as good. It took the edge of his Hunger that animal blood just didn't ease no matter how much he drank. His eyes eventually zeroed in on his most likely prospect.

Although quite a few High School virgins had become virgins-no-more under his expert touch, this one was liquid sex poured into leather. She some how managed to look caught between the Other Slayer, Faith, the Cheerleader, Cordelia, and his Black Princess, Drucilla.

Wildly curling black hair hung down her bare back as she moved to the pounding almost tribal beat of the live band, not so much dancing as fucking the entire room with her clothes still on.

Spike pressed up behind her and snarled at the two fledges who'd been trying to get to this tasty treat.

They know he's sided with the Slayer for the moment, but they also know he wouldn't think over much about killing them even if he hadn't.

The girl ground her ass back against his crotch without looking to see who's body had molded itself to her tight curves. He growled as his hands tightened on her hips and her hands slid back to grip his thighs as she pushed back against him again. Her chuckle was deep and something that floated just under the noise of the club. She turned and almost glowing red eyes smiled up at him in delight as her hands ran up his chest. She stood on her toes and licked kittenishly at his neck where his pulse would be if he were Human.

She's a myth, a legend. The Demon Queen Goddess Mother of the Vampires. And she's laughing in his arms like a child with a new toy. She gives him a soft blunt toothed bite before moving away, winking impishly at him, then vanishing unnoticed by the mortals around her in a glittering fall of red sparks.

Buffy and her little gang were going to collectively shit bricks.



Buffy shook her head slowly after Spike finished his rant about the Mother of Vampires being on the Hellmouth. "It's not possible, Spike. The demon that created the first Vampire got sucked back into the Hell demensions with all the others. It had to have been something else."

"I know what I bloody well saw, Slayer!" Spike snapped as he continued his nervous pacing. "It was the Dark Lady."

"Did she say what she wanted?" Willow cut in before Buffy could kick Spike out for annoying her.

Spike snorted. "Looked like she was looking for a good shag actually."

"You're very close," replied an unfamiliar husky voice. "About the shag part if you mean a nice long fuck. But I'm really offended by the demon part."

The whole group whirled toward the source of the voice and Spike dropped to his knees with a half fearful half worshipful look on his face. "Dark Lady," he murmured on a non-existant breath.

Glowing fresh blood ruby red eyes smiled at them all from under a tumble of black curls. Glossy black wings moved slightly on her back as she walked into the center of the Magic Box to study them. She paused in front of Spike and looked down at him with a faint frown. "Who are you, Child of My Children? You smell more of pain than of pleasure."

"I am William, Dark Lady, called Spike."

She frowned more deeply and ran her fingers through his bleached hair. "And who Changed one who carried the touch of the Muses? You were a word-crafter, a poet, not one intended for my service."

"Angel turned him," Anya offered meekly from behind the counter. "You're not a demon. You're a Goddess."

"I am Lust," the red eyed, winged woman said. "The Goddess of Debauchery. What in the name of Olympus happened to my Laws? I found a CHILD had been Changed, of all things!"

Anya eeped and latched on to Xander's arm. Buffy reflexively yanked her little sister behind her and Willow wondered how she'd get out of this alive if she didn't use magic.

"And were you Changed of your own choice, William?" Lust demanded, lifting his chin and forcing his eyes to meet hers.

"N-no, Dark Lady," Spike stammered.

Lust sank almost weakly onto a low red velvet couch that hadn't been there a moment before."What has corruped my Children so much that they cause such pain and chaos?"

"It's true, you're back," said a soft voice from the door. "Is..."

Lust's eyes lit back up as a wide smile graced her lips. "Joxer! Unc has been looking every where for you! Where are your brothers?"

The dark haired Vampire leaned heavily against the store's door frame. "Ares...is...Thank you, Lust. I really needed to hear that."

"What about..." Lust's voice trailed off at the pained look in her old friend's eyes. "Gone? How?"

"With you gone Jayce walked into the sunlight two hundred years after you went to sleep, nearly four thousand years ago." Joxer said slowly as he straightened and shrugged out of his leather jacket. He joined her on the couch and wrapped a comforting arm around her waist. "He couldn't take a world without you in it. Jett...A Slayer got very lucky and caught him sleeping a thousand years ago."

There were two bright flashes of light as Lust howled her agony to the heavens. Both men who appeared moved toward Lust, but one stopped to stare at the man beside her. "Joxer..."

The slim man with the black wings and frightening resemblace to Lust shoved the Vampire toward the tall dark leather clad man before he sat down and wrapped his arms tightly around the grief stricken Goddess.

"Ares," Joxer breathed as he seemed to flow into his God's arms.

"Joxer," Ares' growled, yanking the once-mortal hard against him.

"Get him outta here, Unc," the other said. "I'll take care ah Lust."

Ares nodded and flashed out, taking Joxer with him.

"Strife," she sobbed against his shoulder, white breasts heaving in her red leather corsette. "They're gone. Two of my First Ones are gone. The Children of my Children have forgotten my Laws...How could they forget my Laws?"

"What the hell is she talking about? And who the hell are you?" Buffy demanded.

"Name's Strife, Blondie," he sneered. "I'm her brother, ya moron. Figure the rest out for yourself."

Spike crawled forward slowly and laid his head on Lust's knee, whining pitifully.

******

"Ares," Joxer whimpered when he realized they were naked and still pressed chest to chest. A point that was abruptly brought home by the sudden slick feeling in his ass and the hard cock rubbing against his own erection. "Oh, please, Ares, please.."

"Mine," snarled the God of War as he laid his Consort back on their bed and moved between his legs.

"Always, Ares," Joxer whispered before Ares' lips crushed his. He only groaned when Ares entered him with one fast thrust. Four thousand years is a very long time to go without your lover after all.

Neither of them was going to last long, and as they came Joxer vamped and sank his fangs into Ares shoulder, coming again from the pure taste of his God and lover.

******

Strife glanced around the mansion that Spike had taken them too and rolled his eyes. "Needs work."

He seemed to blaze with power for a second and the empty room was transformed. Black and red marble checkered the floor, a fire blazed to life in the obsidian fireplace and several low, wide red velvet couches appeared scattered around the edges of the room. A wide bed, draped in back and red silks was in the center like one of the altars in Lust's temples. He crossed to the bed and lowered his Twin Sister on to it, gently flashing away her clothes and her under the covers.

"Angel isn't going to like this, Spike," Buffy warned.

"The bloody poof can sod off, Slayer," Spike snarled as he whirled on her. "She's what I've been looking for ever since I was bloody turned!"

"Look, girly, if ya ain't gonna help ya can get the fuck out before I do sum'in nasty t' ya," Strife finally snapped. "Same goes for all ah ya!" He finally looked up and shouted, "CUPE! PSYCHE! BLISS!"

"What's up....LUST?!?" bellowed the blonde God of Love.

"We need a lot of energy, babe," Strife explained. "Lust got a nasty shock and can't draw on her Children for more power."

The younger blonde white winged God perked up. "Orgy?" He glanced over at the pretty auburned hair girl and winked with a grin.

"Not for ya, Bliss," Strife said gently. "I need ya to stir up some nice teenage hormones for her ta draw on, okay? Heavy pettin' 'll do fine. Ya can even join in the fun once we've got a good flow going, kay? And take Key-Girl over there with ya, she shouldn't be here for this."

"Ya wanna?" Bliss asked Dawn with a dazzeling grin.

"Sure," she answered, taking his hand and vanishing before Buffy could grab her.

"What about us?" Psyche asked curiously as she ran a hand up Strife's back.

He grinned at her over his shoulder. "What d'ya think, hottie?"

Anya turned to Xander and demanded, "We're helping too."

"What?" Buffy yelped, turning wide eyes on the former demon.

"She's dying, Buffy," Willow said softly.

"But she's evil...isn't she?" Buffy looked around in sudden confusion. She was the Vampire Slayer. She was born to kill demons and Vampires, soulless blood sucking monsters. And the Goddess who had created them was grieving over the distruction her Children had created.

"No, she's not," Cupid said softly. "She's just...Lust."



"What can I do?" Spike asked quietly as he sat at the foot of Lust's bed, staring at her.

Strife studied him for a long moment. "Ya willing ta give yerself over to her service? Obey her without question or hesitation?"

"Yes."

"Then ya can act as her High Priest," Strife ordered as he flashed Spike's clothes away. "But I've gotta act as her proxy, so if that's a problem.."

Spike grinned as his eyes raked over the pale slim god dressed totally in black leather. "My only problem is that you're wearing to many clothes."

Psyche giggled and wiggled her ass against Cupid's groin. "Think Lust will let us borrow him, lover?"

"Maybe if we ask nicely," Cupid giggled as he pulled her to the floor.

Anya had already shoved Xander onto one of the lounges and was slowly running a strawberry over his lips. Willow trembled as the raw energy started spiraling into the room, her eyes opened almost impossibly wide when the Vampire, Joxer, and the God of War appeared, still making love as if they had no audience.

"We should get out of here," the redhead whimpered as she pressed her thighs together in an attempt to ease some of the slowly building pressure.

"Yeah, we should," Buffy muttered, more worried about that young blonde god having vanished with her little sister.

******

Dawn bit her lower lip as she glanced around the Bronze. She tugged lightly on Bliss' arm and pointed silently at a boy and girl who were studiously ignoring each other. He grinned widely and carefully aimed his small crossbow. He fired a second time and the two teenagers were all over each other. Dawn giggled.

"Anyone else?" Bliss asked as he rolled yet another arrow between his finger tips.

"Not that I can see," Dawn giggled again. "But I don't think we should go backstage. Devon looked really...happy with his new little friend."

Bliss nodded. "Anyone you want to play with? Anyone at all?"

Dawn found herself staring into his soft blue eyes. "Can I kiss you?"

"Yes, please," Bliss whispered.

******

Strife watched the young witch give up on trying to get out of the new temple and sink to the floor to join the tangle of Cupid and Psyche, the Slayer on the other hand made it out the door and into the streets. They didn't need her energy anyway. He turned his attention back to Spike. "Do ya know what ya have to do? As Lust's High Priest?"

"I think I've got the basic idea," Spike growled as he yanked Strife toward him. "You want to be on top or the bottom?"

"Giving me the choice?" Strife giggled, stroking the Vampire's cool pale erection.

"Keep that up and no, I ain't," Spike hissed. He reached up behind the dark winged God and ran cool fingers over the sensitive warm skin at the base of the raven colored wings.

Strife arched against the Vampire reflexively, bringing his leather covered groin into brief contact with Spike's cock. "Ya...Ya gotta take me. Offering up a prayer ta Lust. It's gotta be...be good for both ah us. And ya gotta drink from me or Lust when ya come."

"Lube," Spike purred as he licked slowly at Strife's throat. "Loose the clothes." Strife shivered and thought his clothes away as a open jar of oil appeared beside the bed. Spike growled as he flipped the God of Mischief face down on the bed. "Hands and knees, if y'please."

Strife giggled at the rhyme and wiggled his way up as Spike's cool hands toyed with the down at the base of his wings. A cool moist tongue just barely lapped at the skin between his wings, making the God moan and buck back slightly. The tongue trailed slowly down Strife's spine and paused while an almost reverent kiss was placed at the small of his back, then the tongue continued down the crease of his ass cheeks. It only skimmed teasingly around the puckered opening then pressed firmly one the little patch of skin right behind his balls. Strife whimpered as the tongue slipped back up and swirled lightly around his opening before gently stabbing in.

"Please, please, oh, fuck, please, Spike," Strife whined.

The bleached blonde Vampire chuckled and dipped his fingers into the warm slick oil his Goddess' Twin Brother had provided. Spike carefully loosened the tight ring of muscles and lubed the heated tunnel before slicking his aching cock. "Soon, Strife-pet. Soon. Gotta make y'like it and all that."

From some dim corner of the room came Anya's shout of completion echoed. Strife didn't have to spare the former demon a glance to know that Joxer and Ares had joined her and her mortal lover, women only made that much noise if Joxer had his face between their thighs while Ares was fucking him hard.

Spike nipped softly at his ass with blunt teeth. "Pay attention, ducks. I want to hear you come even louder than that."

Strife howled his pleasure when Spike suddenly plunged deeply into his ass. Only Cupid ever had the nerve to do that before, and he loved it. The Vampire shifted slightly so that his cock brushed against Strife's sweetspot again, making the God whimper and buck back against him.

Lust moaned faintly as they began a driven rhythm of thrust and counter thrust, almost mindless with the need to make each other come and come hard. Her wet ruby eyes fluttered open to the delicious sight of her Twin Brother and the blonde Child of her Children fucking for the pure lustful joy of it. Spike's silent prayer was nearly incoherient babble, but made his point rather eloquently as their thrusts became even more frantic.

The Goddess of Debauchery rolled to her knees behind the Vampire and brought her wrist to his lips as he started to come deep with in her Twin's body. At the same time her fangs sank deeply into Spike's flesh, right where the neck and shoulder joined. Strife came hard under Spike's renewed assault on his core. Spike howled into Lust's wrist as he came a second time under the spasming pressure around his cock.

Lust lapped gently at the rapidly healing wound on her new Child's neck. "Lovely, lovely boy. So nice to my sweet Twin."

Spike and Strife both collapsed on the bed as Lust cleaned them with a thought. She moved to the side of the bed with her eyes still glowing brightly. A very naked Psyche crawled across the floor with a wide grin on her face and licked up Lust's leg from ankel to knee.

"May I, dear cousin?" The Goddess of the Mind purred against the soft skin of Lust's thigh.

"Please do," Lust purred back as she curved one leg over the other dark haired goddess' shoulder. Psyche grinned up at her before delving for the salty sweetness between her thighs.

******

Buffy made a sound half way between a scream and a growl as she yanked her sister from Bliss' arms. "Get your hands off my little sister!"

"Buffy," Dawn whined, "cut it out! I kissed him first."

Bliss rolled his eyes. "Lighten up, Slayer, we weren't doing anything wrong."

"I really like Bliss, Buffy," Dawn pouted.

"He must have put a spell on you or something."

Bliss sniffed. "I don't need spells to make a girl like me."

Dawn stared at her sister. "I can't believe you, Buffy! Bliss, can you take me to my house, please?"

"Sure, Dawnie," Bliss said taking her hand and glaring at Buffy.

The Vampire Slayer sat down on an empty couch and started to think very hard about what she knew and what she thought she knew.

If a Goddess, even one of Debauchery, had created Vampires were they still evil? Glory was a God and was evil. But Lust was Greek, not from some wierd Hell dimension and that was different. Wasn't it? And if Vampires weren't evil...what did that make Slayers?

Buffy put her head in her hands and moaned. This was one of the times when she really, really needed Giles to come and make everything better.

******The End******

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