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Brother Dearest (Part 8)
By sugar7999
jgirl519(at)hotmail.com

Disclaimer: All the characters belong to the WB, mutant enemy, whatever. Except the ones I made up. Don't sue unless you want to get a bottle of hairgel and a magazine subscription.

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Joyce kissed Buffy on the cheek and gave a curt nod to Angelus. It was Saturday morning and they were going back to Sunnydale, much to Drusilla’s relief. She really could not stand Joyce. One more hour with the woman and Dru knew that Buffy's mother would no longer possess a throat.

Joyce hugged her grandchildren tightly, giving each of them kisses on their downy foreheads. Angel looked longingly at *his* Buffy, not wanting to leave her.

Angelus glared at Angel. He knew damn well that Angel was making sheep eyes at his woman.

Willow just stood in the hallway and pouted at Cordelia and Drusilla, who were chatting with Buffy. The slayer was her best friend, not theirs! Oz rolled his eyes when he noticed how jealous Willow was. *Must be that time of the month again*, he thought.

Spike was on the verandah smoking a cigarette, since Angelus wouldn't let him do it around the twins. Xander ventured outside as Spike took a long drag.

“Hey, Spikey!”

Spike took a threatening step forward, if the little bastard said one more damn word to him he would rip his head off. Angel and Angelus wouldn't mind, of that he was sure.

“Go away!”

Xander ignored Spike and calmly took a cigar out of his shirt. He lighted it and silently puffed on it.

Spike raised an eyebrow. “Since when do you smoke?”

Xander shrugged. “’Bout a month.”

Spike rolled his eyes. “Just don't talk to me.”

Xander nodded and continued to puff on his cigar.

**********Meanwhile, Inside the Apartment***************

Angelus had pulled Angel into a corner of the living room. He was sick of watching Angel eye Buffy and had intended to ask just exactly what soul-boy thought he was doing.

*What the hell is this?* He thought. *Me, Angelus, confronting someone! Angel is hurt, he's upset. His girl left him for his evil twin. He'll need a friend, a confidant...sure won't be me!* Angelus knew that mental torture was the best kind.

“Yeah?” asked Angel, a bit hurriedly. He would be leaving for Sunnydale shortly, and he didn't want to spend his remaining time in Chigago with Angelus.

“I just wanted to say thank-you.”

Angel raised an eyebrow. “For what?”

“Buffy’s been real happy and giddy since she's seen everybody from Sunnydale, especially you.” Angelus paused. Angel grinned.

“When Buffy’s happy, she gets horny! We haven't had sex on the washing machine for a long time! Not to mention quickies in my office and her limo!” said Angelus triumphantly, loving the look of horror and pain that was etched so clearly across Angel’s face.

Angel’s face fell. He hated being reminded of Buffy and her relationship to...her husband.

Buffy walked over to the corner and looked at the two men. Angel looked crestfallen, Angelus looked smug.

She looped her arm around Angelus's face and kissed him deeply. He responded immediately, pleased that Angel was standing right next to him.

Buffy broke away from the kiss. She stared at Angel, making eye contact with him. She walked over to him and rubbed herself up and down his hips, her eyes never leaving his face. She reached up and kissed him on the lips and traced her tongue along his lips and whispered, "See ya around?"

Angelus grabbed Buffy by the shoulder and pulled him over to her. Putting his arm firmly around her waist, he nodded to Angel, who still had a stupid grin on his face.

"Bye" he said, and turned around and walked back into the kitchen, still holding ontp Buffy tightly.

Cordelia nodded at Buffy in approval.

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No, this isn't the end! Well, it is, but it isn't. Juls and I are turning this into a series. So we'll have the next part in it out soon. Feedback! JulietMon2(at)aol.com or jgirl519(at)hotmail.com

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