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Always Meant to Be

 

Going with the theory that there are millions of worlds out there, parallel dimensions, alternate planes of existence, etc., etc., so on and so forth, whatever one wished to call them, it really was only a matter of time before they all realized something.

 

With the power of Dawn, the unending life energy of The Key and the Book Dawn carried with her as if it were her dearest friend, they could have at least a few of those Other Places. When you add in incredibly stupid monks who think that taking the unending life energy of The Key and combining it with Slayer blood was just such a brilliant idea, you get more. You get all of those places.

 

Every single world, every offshoot from the world you’re familiar with, becomes your playground.

 

Angelus smirked as he surveyed the unspoiled landscape before him, looking down from the high hilltop at all those millions of humans, the thousands of throats just waiting to be torn into, all that hot blood to taste, the people to terrorize, the fun to have. It was enough to make him cackle with glee.

 

Except the Scourge of Worlds didn’t do that.

 

Cackling, of course, as it was undignified, a loud laugh was one thing, cackling quite another. Glee, well, that was something else, and an emotion he just wasn’t willing to spend the time pondering. There were, after all, other things to do.

 

Like feed. Or kill. Or fuck. Or sunbathe.

 

It was actually rather humorous that the world he’d chosen, the coin he’d tossed, led them here. Where the sun shone brightly all through the day and didn’t burn one hair on his perfectly coiffed head. The planet was still Earth, the sun was still yellow, but there was something in the atmosphere that filtered the harmful rays of the sunlight.

 

That allowed him and Buffy to spend all day in the sun, sleeping, making love, enjoying each other’s presence in the quiet of the sunlight. No world to disrupt their lives, no demons paying tribute, and no family to interrupt.

 

Whatever it was that allowed this, Angelus didn’t care; he was more than happy to enjoy the fruits of their unintentional discovery.

 

Gazing out onto the field, he waited for his woman to come into view. She’d wanted to explore their new, and most recent, home, and, as Angelus didn’t feel like venturing away from his comfortable position on the plush blanket, she’d gone alone. That was twenty minuets ago, and he was beginning to worry.

 

He didn’t like it when she was out of his sight for longer than a couple of minutes, not since he’d so recently gotten her back. A growl escaped him, and his gut clenched in remembered worry.

 

Angelus couldn’t lose her again; he wouldn’t survive it.

 

They didn’t know a lot about this world, except it was populated, the sun wasn’t harmful, and there were few predators to worry about. Vampires? The humans here hadn’t ever heard of them. Demons? Only in nightmares and far distant myths.

 

This was, Angelus thought as she finally came into view, easing the tension within, a wonderful vacation. No world to run, no demons paying tribute – which was always a plus, but did get tiring after a while – no whining about anything. The rest of his family was elsewhere, and there was absolutely no way to contact them.

 

Well, okay, Willow could, as she was the one to devise the gadgets and what not to transport them to and from these other worlds, but the redheaded witch knew better than to do that. Whatever came up in their world wasn’t worth her life; after the way Angelus lost it when Buffy was kidnapped, that point was driven home all too well with all of them.

 

“Baby,” Buffy said as she climbed onto his naked lap, wrapping her cotton covered legs around his waist. She kissed him deeply, hungrily, before pulling back. Her green eyes shone with light and secrets, and deep love as she looked at her mate. She’d almost lost him, almost lost herself.

 

“You’re not going to believe what I found,” she whispered, hands combing his hair back.

 

Angelus’ large hands slipped under the barely there top Buffy wore, as his lips continued to trace a path down her throat, pausing briefly to suck on the raised scar there. “What?”

 

“Us,” she purred, tilting her head to the side, growling when he abruptly pulled away.

 

“What?” Now she had his full attention, and it wasn’t on her body. For a moment, Buffy almost regretted telling him, but reasoned she would have sooner or later. This was just too good to keep to herself.

 

“This cabin,” she said, gesturing behind him to the log cabin that sat proudly in the middle of their field. They’d stayed there the past three days, thinking it was alone on the land. “It’s a part of a larger house. Much larger.”

 

Angelus’ hands continued to wander her familiar body, as he stared intently at his lover. They’d only traveled to a couple of other worlds, and had yet to encounter duplicates of themselves. None of them had, actually, so this was all new territory. Buffy nodded at her lover’s look and continued.

 

“There’s a mansion about a mile behind those trees,” she said with a smirk, “Lots of servants, a bunch of horses, some dogs, several cars. And replicas of us.”

 

Actually, Buffy was beyond pleased that even in this world she and Angelus were together, and it showed in the smugness of her voice and the twinkle in her eyes. She held Angelus’ eyes as he worked through the same things she had earlier when she’d come across the larger house and its occupants.

 

Other us-es? How was the possible? And why? What were they like here, what did they do, what did they think and want and feel and need? And then, as all those thoughts raced through her mind in seconds, Buffy had seen her Angelus. Only he wasn’t hers, per se. He was the other Buffy’s. The other Buffy had her lover, had her Angelus, and that, that one detail alone, had answered all of Buffy’s questions.

 

Even here, they were together.

 

“Show me,” he said and stood, pulling his pants with him. Angelus only took a moment to dress, and clasped Buffy’s hand in his as he followed her down the slope and through the woods.

 

They snuck along the perimeter of the house, silent and stealthy as the predators they were, around the back and to the enclosed pool. They were right where Buffy had left the other Buffy and Angelus; in the heated whirlpool, surrounded by plants and other shrubbery used as a screen, wrapped around each other.

 

Her head was thrown back, long blonde hair trailing in the slowly swirling waters with steam rising around them, eyes closed as his mouth devoured her breasts. Her hands clutched his shoulders, gold and diamond wedding ring glinting in the afternoon sunlight; nails digging into the muscles there, urging him on…Angelus didn’t think his alter ego needed urging, frankly. Not from the looks of things. The other Angelus slammed the woman in his arms against the hard concrete pool wall, one hand disappearing beneath the water’s surface.

 

In the next instant, Buffy screamed his name, the ‘Liam’ echoing out from the glass windows telling Angelus all he needed to know. No matter the name he went by in this world, he was just as passionate in his feelings for Buffy as she was for him. Their lips found each other’s as Liam’s hands urged Buffy’s legs around his waist. Those large hands held her gently against the harshness of the concrete wall as he began to move within her, his grasp still firm enough to set the quick pace.

 

Angelus felt Buffy move next to him, eyes glued to the couple in the pool. His Buffy’s hand slid around his waist and cupped his own ass, even as the other Buffy’s hands moved down Liam’s smooth un-tattooed back.

 

“Liam, baby, please!” Buffy gasped, and the vampires smirked as Liam moved faster, pounding harder into his lover.

 

Buffy’s hand moved up to the scar on the side of her neck as she watched her human counterpart strain towards her orgasm. The vampiress wondered if this Liam would mark his Buffy in the way her own Angelus had her. Not just with ceremonies and rings, but physically, completely.

 

In the instant before Liam tipped his Buffy over the edge of bliss and followed her, Buffy thought that it was more than a little difficult thinking of herself in both the first and third persons.

 

“Liam!” Buffy screamed again as she convulsed around him, head once more thrown backwards. Liam’s large hands cradled her head so she wouldn’t smack it against the concrete, kissing her long throat.

 

Liam came moments afterwards, roaring her name in a fair imitation of Angelus’ vampiric roar. His mouth automatically going to the curve of his Buffy’s neck and bit down on the smooth skin. Question answered, then, the vampires thought, as Liam did indeed mark his Buffy.

 

Desperately aroused, Buffy didn’t wait to see what their counterparts did as she moved around Angelus, molding her body to his. Instantly responding, Angelus picked her up, pressing his erection into the softness of Buffy, knowing that the perfect happiness the soul was always afraid of, awaited him within her lovely body.

~*~

Deep within the house, Rupert Giles, head of security for Mr. and Mrs. Liam O’Connor, watched the live-feed videos in shock. It was, he reasoned, a really bizarre trick. Some sort of solar flare? A cosmic storm? Ozone depletion, locus swarm, electromagnetic something or other? Maybe he needed more sleep…or more to drink.

 

For the fact was, that on Camera 12 Liam and Buffy engaged in their usual lovemaking, vigorous, loving, and completely uncaring that Rupert’s camera was noticeably there to capture their activities. Then again, if Rupert knew his employers, he knew that they’d most likely want the tape themselves for later, ah, viewing.

 

He considered both Liam and Buffy friends as well as employers, but he’d never understand their relationship. Probably just as well: it fell under the heading of too much information.

 

From what Rupert could gather, their relationship was part jealously and part showing off, tinged with just a little voyeurism, and a lot – a whole lot – of love. But it worked for them, and had for a great number of years. Whatever it was, Rupert thought as he tried to focus on another camera. Any other camera.

 

That was when he saw it, or, rather, them, and decided that something in the universe was wrong. Or…something.

 

On Camera 17 were Liam and Buffy once more, rolling around on the grass, ripping at each other’s clothing as their mouths fused and their hands raced to explore each other. Blinking, wondering if his employers moved from the pool area to outside – and why they’d bother to – Rupert looked again. It wasn’t that he meant to look more than he did, though it was often difficult not to catch Liam and Buffy together in any number of intimate poses, but he was understandably curious.

 

How had they got from Camera 12 to Camera 17 so quickly?

 

And while they were still in the pool? Rupert did a double take.

 

The Liam and Buffy in the pool were whispering to each other, still gently caressing each other, as they were wont to do after making love. Rupert knew this because it was his poor luck to witness their coupling on too many occasions. If he didn’t have to monitor the cameras so damn much then this never would happen.

 

But he couldn’t delegate it to anyone else, his employees – who loved this part of the job – often made inappropriate comments that resulted in missing limbs…and as after thoughts, losing their jobs.

 

Liam didn’t mind others watching, to an extent, so long as they said nothing about his wife or to his wife, or looked at his wife…. Considering Liam hated whenever anyone else looked, touched, even thought about Buffy, Rupert found it hard to believe the younger man approved the cameras in places it was obvious he and Buffy made love – which was pretty much everywhere.

 

Still, the head of security never said anything – he valued all his limbs, and in the position and condition they were in.

 

All of which didn’t explain why there were two different Liams engaged in sexual activities with two separate Buffys.

 

The couple on the lawn looked different, Rupert noticed now, through his surprise. Buffy’s hair was longer, her skin paler than what he was used to; Liam’s right shoulder sported a tattoo, as did Buffy’s. Interesting.

 

Rupert closed his eyes, shook his head once in confused resignation, and decided that now was the perfect time to refill his cup of tea.

~*~

Angelus divested Buffy of the rest of her clothing in one swift movement, his mouth covering hers to silence any sound. His face shifted, and his fangs nicked her lower lip, drawing a drop of blood as he did so. Feeling his shift, looking into golden eyes Buffy loved just as much as she did his dark brown ones, Buffy felt her own face shift.

 

She growled as Angelus’ fangs scraped down her neck, sucking briefly on the raised scar he created so very long ago. Tasting her breasts, Angelus moved swiftly down her taunt body, kissing her ribs, the curve of her hip, before savoring the tangy musk that was all Buffy. He sucked on her clit, swiftly bringing her up and over her first peak before moving back up her body, slamming into her in one sure move.

 

Buffy purred his name, one hand reaching to caress his cheek, the ridges of his demon, lips soft against his as she lightly ran her tongue over his fangs. Her body, her skin, her softness and life, and the love that shone in her eyes, all of that was for him. Angelus moved within her, feeling her coolness surround him, her moans and gasps, the breathy sounds that she made even when she no longer needed to breathe. As the wave of her climax exploded over her, Buffy shouted his name, driving Angelus on, as it always did.

 

She flipped them over, rising above the master vampire in a pale golden gracefulness that would’ve taken Angelus’ breath away had he needed to breathe. Instead he growled her name, lust and love combined in the single word as Buffy slammed down onto him, over and over, her small fingers slipping into the soft curls and manipulating her clit. Growling her name again, Angelus dug his fingers into her hips, moving her harder over him even as she exploded into orgasm. He followed moments later.

 

Buffy collapsed onto Angelus’ smooth chest, curling onto him, nearly into him, as she always did, her jewelry winking in the fading sunlight. “Do you think,” she said eventually, “That it’ll be like this everywhere?”

 

“Like what,” Angelus rumbled.

 

“Us, in every world we visit, do you think we’ll always be together?”

 

Angelus opened his mouth to comment, something along the lines of ‘Of course, it’s only natural. I’ll want you everywhere and in any time. And I’ll love you in every world.’ But didn’t. Instead he shrugged. “Does it matter? If we’re not, that’s not our loss, it’s theirs. All that matters is that we, you and I, here, are together and always will be.”

 

Buffy raised her head to look at her eternal lover and smiled. She could live with that.

 

And inside the poolroom, still wrapped around each other as they floated in the slight currents caused by the whirlpool jets, the other Liam and Buffy shared a lazy kiss.

 

“Do you ever wonder if there’s an us out there, love, that isn’t together?”

 

Liam laughed, a deep rumbling sound that sent a tingle racing along her skin. His hands slowly roamed over her wet flesh, mouth touching hers in a brief kiss. “Of course not, baby. I’d always find you, no matter where, no matter when.”

 

Buffy smiled up at him, capturing his lips in another kiss, this one becoming more heated and, with a wicked grin, she wrapped her legs back around her husband’s lean hips. “Good.”

~*~

Back at his post deep within the O’Connor estate, Rupert Giles added another dollop of whisky to his tea, and vowed to erase the tapes as soon as he could, write off this entire day as something that never happened, and maybe take a vacation someplace warm, sunny, and with enough half-naked women that they all blended together after a week. Someplace where he couldn’t even remember his own name after two weeks.

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