Title: Temptation Island
Author: Spike 'n Cordy Posted: 02-05-2002
Summary: When the reality television show "Temptation Island" guests start disappearing Angel and Cordelia must go under cover to find out why. Special appearances by Xander and Anya.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Notes: I've only ever watched one episode of Temptation Island and didn't think it was that great but when I came up with this idea I had to go with it. I know my name makes me Spike/Cordelia shipper but if I put Spike in Angel's place he'd have sex with everyone and ruin my story line. I thought that the couple should have allies on the island and I thought Anya would be great in this role with her point blank view on sex. I hope you like it. Please review.
Timeline: Set during the third season of Angel, before Darla shows up, and sixth season Buffy before Xander announces their engagement and Buffy tells them they pulled her out of heaven. More or less just when everyone is happy and there's no real conflict happening.
Chapter Eight
Second day on the island
She was so relaxed. Lying on the beautiful, sandy beach, the sun shining down on her. She was in heaven, or close to it.
"My God that man's annoying. I've been separated from Xander for three hours and he's already making comments on how well he gives orgasms."
"Anya. How nice to see you," Cordelia stated dryly as Anya pulled a beach chair next to hers.
Throwing herself down on the chair she continued failing to notice Cordelia's sarcasm. "That guy, Pat or Pete or something, asked me if it hurt."
Adjusting in her seat to look at Anya, Cordelia decided it was probably easier to talk to her and hope she went away. "If what hurt?"
"When I fell from heaven," she scoffed. "I've been alive for over a thousand years, like I haven't heard that one before. Of course if I was still a demon I would shrink his penis down to the size of a pencil, but I don't have my powers any more and have to suffer through their lame lines. I have never been so glad to be off the market."
"But by being here, you're free game. On this island, for the next week, we are considered available. These incredibly gorgeous men are going to do our every bidding, in hopes of a chance to get in our beds." Cordelia removed her shades entirely and looked Anya in the eye. "We can ask anything and they'll do it. Who needs demon powers when the will of a human woman can be so much more effective. Anya for the next week you won't just feel like a demon again, you'll feel like a Goddess."
They shared a devious smile and sat back in their chairs with a contented sigh.
After a few minutes of pleasurable silence Anya asked, "Are you and Angel having sex?"
"What? No. We just work together."
"Oh. I was just wondering if he was as passionate last night as he normally was, because Xander preformed above and beyond his normal status quo. I think he's afraid that I'll stray." As she spoke these words an extremely attractive single jogs by them. Anya watches him intently, "Hey you," she calls to him.
He turned around and smiled at them, "Steven. My name is Steven."
"Whatever. Run by again." Steven gives her an odd look. "If you want into this thong, you'll run by again."
He gives them another dashing smile, turns and runs past them again. Both women turn their heads to the side to get a better view of his backside.
Cordelia looks away first and notices all of Anya's attention is focused on his cheeks and laughs, "I can't imagine why Xander's concerned."
After the girls shared lunch with two of the single men, they decide to take a dip in the hot tub.
Once the camera that was following them through out the meal turned away to focus on Holly and six of the thirteen singles, Anya asked again, "Are you sure there's nothing going on between you and Angel?"
"Yes, I'm sure. We're just friends."
"It's just that I over heard some of Angel's comments to the guys here. He was urging them, oh who am I kidding, he was threatening them to stay away from you."
"He was probably just concerned. It's just as well, I wasn't interested in having sex with anyone on this island of posers, anyway."
~*~*~*~
He was in heaven, or as close to it as he's ever been. The sun's rays were shining directly on his bare chest and legs, warming his skin to an, above average, 90 degrees. He sighed and focused his attention back on the novel he was reading.
"What the hell are you doing Dead-boy?" Even Xander's use of his uncomplimentary nickname wasn't going to ruin this for him.
"Reading," Angel stated the obvious.
Xander spread a towel out beside Angel's chair and sat down, "Obviously. What I'm wondering is how you can stay focused on a book when five extremely beautiful women are frolicking in the ocean twenty feet away?"
He raised his eyes to the women. All of them were smiling back at him. They seemed glad that he finally noticed them, but were disappointed when he looked back to Xander. "I haven't seen the sun in two years and two-hundred and fifty before that."
"Oh I get it. You're taking in one miracle at a time."
Angel smirked, "Women hitting on me isn't a miracle. I've been hit on almost every day for almost three hundred years. It mostly gets annoying. Take this for instance, you'll laugh at this, one of the blonde girls asked me if it hurt-."
"When you fell from heaven," Xander finished. "The really tall one? She tried that on me too."
"Really? I thought she made it up because," pointing to himself, "Angel."
"Sorry Dead-boy, I've even used that line. Never got me anywhere."
Angel turned back to his book and mumbled under his breath, "Wonder why."
"What?"
"What? I didn't say anything."
"Sure," he didn't quite believe him but decide to let it go. "So what's up with your soul?"
"What about it?"
"Is it permanent?"
Not looking away from the page, "Nope."
"Then you and Cordy aren't…"
"Aren't what? Sleeping together?" Xander nodded. "No we're just friends and co-workers."
"Then why did you threaten all the men?"
He took an unneeded breath and said as if explaining to a small child, "We're here on business, I don't need anyone distracting her."
Xander stood and gave him a knowing look. "Whatever you say Dead-boy," he said before he turned to join the girls and their game.
Chapter Nine
Third day on the Island
Angel leaned against the edge of the bar in the make shift pub, and slowly sipped his scotch. He stiffened slightly when one of the brunettes slowly sauntered over to him, exaggerating the swinging of her hips.
"Hi," she said huskily and draped an arm around his shoulder.
He quickly stood, causing her arm to fall, "Hello."
But the woman didn't give up, she brought her hand to his waist and pulled herself closer to him. "I was wondering what you were doing tonight. I thought that we could have dinner together, just the two of us." She suggestively rubbed herself against him.
Angel chuckled nervously before pushing her away, "I'm sorry. But…but I'm going to be busy." He glanced over her shoulder and saw a camera coming their direction. "Maybe another time." He spun around only to collide with David Glace.
The older man wrapped an arm around Angel's shoulder, "Angel, can I have a word with you?"
"Um…sure," he was lead to a small hut farther down the beach.
David pulled out a key and unlocked the door and told him to go inside. The small hut was filled with TV's and VCR's, papers covered a small desk in the corner. Angel was directed to sit on the cot while David took the desk's chair. "I've been noticing that you are avoiding the single women, Angel, and we can't allow that. The show's entire basis is on the interaction between unavailable men and the single women who are trying to seduce them. If you want to refuse the women that's fine, I even encourage it, but if you refuse to interact with them we'll be forced to ask you and Cordelia to leave the island and bring another couple in." David swiveled his seat to face one of the TV's. He put a tape in the VCR and turned it on. Cordelia appeared on the screen, with three of the single men.
Who the hell did they think they were? Were they not listening when he made it quite clear he would beat the crap out of them if they even talked to her? Did that bastard touch her leg? He was positive that that jack-ass just touched *his* Cordelia's leg.
"You see, Angel. Cordelia is having no trouble interacting with the men, why are you having such difficulties? Are you afraid that you don't have enough will-power not to cheat and have decided to avoid?"
What was this guy, a physiatrist? "I don't think you'll have any more problems with me. Thank you David." He rose and shook the producer's hand and left the small hut.
He was furious. All he wanted to do was get to the other side of the island and pummel that SOB who thought he could touch Cordelia like that.
Who was he kidding? If he did that, they'd be off the show and some innocent couple will die. He needed to stay calm. Take a deep breath and relax.
"Hey, Dead-boy," just what he needed, "Why don’t you join us?"
Angel glanced in the direction of Xander's voice and saw him in a hot tub with Dustin. Both of them had a woman on either side cuddling close.
He changed directions and headed towards them.
"Did you finish your book," Xander smirked.
Angel just glared and slowly sank into the water.
When the single women notice Angel finally interacting with them, they flocked in his direction. The hot tub was over flowing by the time the last one squeezed in. The three men and ten women were comfortably arranged. (Three of the single women were off somewhere with Jim, doing God knows what.)
One of the blondes complained that it was getting too hot and slipped out behind Angel. She sat on the ledge with her legs on either side of him, kicking the women next to him in the process. Heedless of their looks she began to massage his shoulders, "You are so tense, Angel."
He leaned his head back against her stomach, smiling slightly at her. He closed his eyes and finally began to relax.
~*~*~*~
Carlos and Wayne, two of the more attractive singles, had managed to convince Anya and Cordelia to go on a private picnic down the beach, away from the cameras. Cordelia thought it was a great idea because down the beach, away from the cameras, is where Robert's hut was.
The four-some snuck away from the main beach area to find a secluded area where they could be alone. The two girls were in the middle while Carlos and Wayne walked on either side of them. When the came upon Robert's hut, Cordelia nodded at Anya.
"I want to go swimming," Anya knew what to do.
Carlos suggested, "How about after we eat." But Anya was already stripping down to her bathing suit and heading to the water. He and Wayne did the same.
Wayne stopped in his rush to the water, "Aren't you coming?"
Cordelia smiled sweetly, "I can't swim."
"Oh, then I won't go." He saddled up to her, "I'll keep you company."
Bringing her hands to his chest to push him away gently, putting a fake pout on her face, "But I don't want to be the reason you don't have fun."
"I can have fun right here."
Anya realized that Wayne didn't follow her and was still on the beach with Cordelia and felt she had to do something drastic to get him there. "Whoops! My top just fell off!"
Her exclamation sent Wayne running into the surf.
"Thank you, Anya," Cordelia whispered to herself, before making her way towards Robert's hut. Careful not to be seen, she tested the door. It was locked, but the good thing about makeshift huts, no glass in the windows.
After she deftly entered the cabin, she began searching for anything concerning the death of the two couples. She flipped through the papers on his desk that turned out to be mostly photos of himself, and found nothing. She quickly moved to his dresser drawers with the same results.
Voices outside the cottage grabbed her attention. They were male but not Carlos or Wayne's. Cordelia silently made her way to the window she had entered through only to see Robert and David walking towards her. Panic laced her mind as she tried to find a place to hide. The keys in the door made the decision for her, she dropped to the floor and shimmied under the cot just as the pair stepped inside. Cordelia held her breath as she listened to their conversation.
"Who do you think will make it?" That was Robert, she'd recognize his voice anywhere, phony bastard
"Well, Angel needed a little prompting to get the ball rolling, but after our talk, he's in the game." She heard some shuffling in the direction of the desk.
What did they mean he's in the game? Is he in the 'I'm going to kill you' game or just what we've signed on for?
"Good, because we need the couple to stay faithful but they still have to want other people. We need sexual tension." They leave the small dwelling, locking the door behind them.
Cordelia slid out from under the bead and climbed out the window. She walked to the beach and waved at Anya, the signal that all went well and she could come back. The group had the picnic but her mind was elsewhere the entire time.
Why did they need sexual tension? For ratings? Demon sacrifice? Because they're homicidal maniacs? Why do they need it? For whatever reason, she needed to talk to Angel.
Chapter Ten
"Kid this is very important. Please. What will it take to get you to give this note to her?" Angel was getting really frustrated. They were halfway through the week and he still had no way of contacting Cordelia.
"It is against the rules for you to talk to her," the young Hispanic boy said again. "If I do this, I not work here ever again. I need job."
"You pick pockets," Angel had observed the young boys talents earlier that day.
The child suddenly got nervous, "No. No, I do not."
"Yes you do. I saw you. If your boss were to find out about that would you still have a job here?" he asked rhetorically. The boy shook his head. "If I don't say anything about your pick-pocketing and you just happen to take this note to the brunette named Cordelia, neither or us will have a problem, will we?" Again the boy shook his head. "Good."
Angel left his note under his empty glass and left the room. He looked back and saw the child put the note in his pocket. Now he and Cordelia had a way of staying in contact.
~*~*~*~
Cordelia was laughing hysterically as Anya and Jamie danced with the thirteen singles.
Holly and Jim were no longer residents of the island, due to both of them being sex-oholics and unable to control themselves for seven days. Yesterday Jim and three of the women had a party and it was quite a party according to Holly who saw the tapes and decided to get even. She, being as experimental as she was, had sex with eight of the singles before she said 'bon voyage' to the rest of them.
No one could say that they missed her. The only thing she did was keep the really sleazy guys away from them. That wasn't much of a problem though. The ones that did sleep with her know that they aren't going to get anywhere with the remaining three girls and are just being themselves. And they are some interesting characters. But for the last day everyone was having a blast. They all hung out in a big group, except for one pair. Jamie was getting close to Wayne, but was trying desperately to avoid him. They partied hard, which made what happened next easy as pie.
Cordelia was surprised, to say the least, when the young boy slipped a note from Angel under her margarita that evening. She never thought he could actually do it. He had some how managed to get someone to risk their job so they could keep in touch. Now she had a way to tell him what she found out or what she didn't find out since there wasn't a lot to go on. She gave the boy her brightest smile, a small tip and a quickly scrawled note about the conversation she heard the day before and handed it and the empty glass back.
She then got up and joined Anya, Jamie and the entourage of handsome, single men dancing the night away.
~*~*~*~
Angel slipped away from the group of blonde women surrounding him and Xander, when he saw the boy he blackmailed enter the make shift club. The boy stealthily put Cordelia's note into Angel's pocket and headed for the back room.
Angel put his hand in his pocket and felt the paper. He made a bee-line for the rest room, so he could read it without cameras over his shoulder. Xander, who was still on the dance floor with the blondes, noticed Angel's expression and followed.
He quickly opened and checked every stall to make sure he was alone before opening the note.
Angel,
I managed to get into Robert's hut, didn't see anything weird, except that the guy is totally obsessed with himself but that doesn't matter. I heard Robert and David talking about needing sexual tension. I'm not sure if that is for ratings or a demon that feeds on it, or if they are just sick and disgusting psychos. That's all I've got. It could be nothing or everything, you tell me.
See you soon,
Cordelia
"All or nothing," Angel murmured. When the bathroom door swung open he quickly tucked the note away. He scowled when he saw Xander enter the room, "What are you doing."
"Easy, Dead-boy, your awfully tense."
"I just got a note for Cordelia," he held it out to him.
He put all joking aside as he read the note, "That's it?"
Angel nodded, "It's more then I've been able to learn."
"I really wish Giles was here, we need a book man."
"No, all we need is a phone," Angel's face brightened as the idea came to him. "The kid, the one that got the note for me, if he could some way get us use of the phone, I could call Wes and he can research."
"Alright, I'll keep the cameras away while you do that."
They both set about to do their half of the plan. Angel caught the kid before he entered the kitchen again and told him that he needed to use the phone. One hundred dollars later, he was connected to LA.
Xander on the other hand, had somehow convinced everyone, including camera personnel, to do the bunny hop.
Angel's attention was refocused on the telephone when Wesley's stoic voice came on line, "Angel Investigations, we help the helpless. How-"
"Wes, it's me," he cut in.
Wes' voice gained some more cheeriness at the sound of his friend's voice, "How is everything going there?"
"I don't have a lot of time, Wes. I need you to research demons and stuff that feed or get power from, human sexual energy. We think that they might be sacrificing the couples because of the pent up sexual desire. Any help you can give us would be great." Hearing foot steps approach Angel quickly signed off, "Someone's coming, I'll try and call again this time tomorrow."
He hung up the phone and acted casual as a server passed him with a tray full of dishes. He returned to the main area and joined in the bunny hop.
Chapter Eleven
Day Five
Cordelia sat alone in her private hut waiting for breakfast in bed, when the young boy who was serving as the link between her and Angel, entered.
He set the tray across her lap, "Will that be all ma'am?"
She lifted the swan shaped napkin to reveal another letter from Angel. Smiling at the boy, "Yes, thank you." When the boy left the room she opened it.
Cordy,
I managed to call Wesley and he's researching what you told me. I will try to call him again tonight and will contact you with any information.
Angel
After quickly finishing her food, she dressed and was ready to face the day. Carlos promised to give her a massage and she was not going to pass that up.
Swinging her sun hat and humming to herself, Cordelia strutted into the courtyard. "Good morning, Anya."
"Morning," she answered distractedly, "Something happened to that really nice girl."
The pair walked towards the small group of men that surrounded the crying Jamie.
"What happened?" Cordelia asked as she crouched before Jamie.
"He…he... he cheated," she managed to get out before breaking down again.
Anya lowered herself on to the arm of the devastated woman's chair and offered her kind of comfort, "I can help you extract revenge if you wanted. I still have an in with the vengeance dem-Hey! Why'd you do that?"
Cordelia pulled Anya away from the weeping girl and the cameras that surrounded her. Hissing in the ex-vengeance demon's ear, "People at home don't exactly know that demons exist."
"This would be a great way for them to learn."
"And what about the possibility that Angel and I are hunting a demon on this island. It gives us the heads up if it doesn't know that we know about its kind."
Seeing that the two girls had shuffled away from the group, a cameraman took it upon himself to catch their private conversation. Only his luck wasn't great when the brunette spotted him and pulled away from the cute strawberry-blonde. She reached for one of the single men, "Carlos, you promised me a massage." Oh well, he still had a job to do and followed the pair down to the beach.
~*~*~*~
"Hey, watch it," Angel whispered harshly to Xander, who's foot hit his face as the younger man scrambled through the window into David's hut.
"Sorry," his head poked through the small window, "I'll open the door for you."
Angel crept to the front of the hut keeping a look out for anyone who could be watching their breaking and entering.
They had been searching the room for ten minutes when Xander asked, "What's this?" He held out a circular piece of metal with an emerald center.
He studied the object closely and noticed symbols etched on the silver. "I'm not sure. Get a piece of paper."
"Why?"
"So I can write down the carvings." Soft whistling outside the small hut brought an end to the search for a blank piece of paper. "Quick, out the window."
Angel bounded for the door and hastily re-locked it while Xander vaulted out the window. The tuneless whistle was just beyond the entrance, forcing Angel to dive through the open window to avoid detection. Landing soundlessly in the soft sand, the men jumped into nearby shrubs for a place to hide.
"That was close," Xander panted.
Angel merely nodded, his mind was on the talisman. What was it for?
"What do we do now?"
"Now? I guess we find the place where the bodies washed up. Maybe there are some clues."
After an hour of searching they finally found the correct harbor. "This is it," Angel put the small map, provided by the show, back into his pocket, "Heresy Bay."
"What are we looking for, exactly?"
"I don't know."
"This looks like all the others, except for the peninsula is a lot higher. The others were just piles of rock, this one has a-"
"Cliff. A great place to throw off a body," Angel noted.
"What are you doing?" Robert surprised them from behind. Then spun around to see him standing ten yards away.
"I…we…we were just exploring the island a little. Only two more days and we thought that we should take this opportunity to…explore," Angel finished lamely.
"This is my favorite spot on the island and your presence is ruining it for me," the host glared at them. "You should go back to where the cameras are because that's how I get paid."
They left the self-centered man to his private retreat and walked back to the resort discussing possible scenarios with the information they had collected.
"Do you think they know about us?" Angel's weird look made him re-fraise, "I mean, know about us snooping around?"
"I'm not sure. Robert did seem to want us away from that bay. I think he might have bought our 'looking around' excuse but we can't be sure."
"We should probably hang out with the women for a few hours just in case we're being watched by more than the cameras."
~*~*~*~
David's Hut
Robert and David were sitting around the table watching the numerous video monitors.
"Who do you think will last the longest?" David asked leaning back in his chair.
Robert was focused on the monitor that was showing the dinner interview, "What? Oh, I thought Jamie and…that guy would win."
"Me too. But unfortunately they're gone. Between the last two, who do you think?"
"None of them seem to be tempted. Anya seems to be more so then Cordelia. But Cordelia seems to have a lot more sexual tension then Anya. It's like she hasn't had sex in years. And those two guys…" he leaned closer to the producer, "I think they're more interested in each other then the women. Did you see this tape? They went into the washroom together. I wonder what they were doing?"
"I thought I was the only one that noticed that. It would be really funny, and damn good TV, if they did cheat on their respective girlfriends, but with each other."
"But what would we do then? We need a heterosexual couple to sacrifice to Fiyohr."
"They don't have to be heterosexual, they just have to be able to perform with each other. So what if he's gay, if he can get it up and in her, all will be well. Angel and Cordelia seem to be the least satisfied out of the four. We'll go with them." Robert held the amulet in the light from the setting sun, green sparkles shone on to the walls, "After this, our third sacrifice, Fiyohr will make us young, handsome, rich and successful forever."
Chapter Twelve
Wesley removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes, again. He's been researching demons the feed on sexual energy for twenty hours straight.
Gunn was on the computer attempting to find out any useful information about the two previous incidents. Fred was in the courtyard holding a one sided conversation with the rose bushes.
The phone ringing was a welcome distraction. "Angel Invest-"
"Wesley?"
"Angel, how is everything?"
"So far, we're all okay. Did you find anything?"
Wesley started flipping through his notes, "I found three demons that are embodied with the traits that you've told me about."
"Xander and I found an amulet. It was round and silver with an emerald or green stone in the center. There were carvings on the edges but I didn't have time to write them down."
"That's good. That sounds like the talisman to raise one of the demons I found." Angel could hear papers shuffling through the phone line. "Ah, here it is. It's called a Fiyohr demon. Primarily female demons, males are used only for reproduction. The way a female becomes aroused is by feeding of the released sexual energy of procreating humans. Using her-"
"Wesley, I'm kind of on a schedule here. How do I kill it."
"Oh, um…It's vulnerable, like humans. Stabbing, brake its neck or decapitation, pretty much anything. It's strong but so are vampires and we kill them on a regular basis."
"That's good news. Why would David want to call her? What does she do?"
Reading from the book that lay pen on his desk, "In exchange for three ritual sacrifices over a period of three years, the Fiyohr demon will give its worshippers the life they most desire."
"Let me guess, money, power, success," Angel took an unneeded breath and let it out slowly. This was Wilson Christopher all over again.
"That is the most common desire. Who doesn't wish to be more powerful and rich than they already are?"
"Wait just a second. You said that the energy has to be released?"
"Yes, I did."
"What do you mean? How does released sexual energy do anything to this demon?"
"I mean, when the couple is…making love, they give off energy, just like when you run or fight. You are always giving off energy and this demon feeds when the couple…climax because that is when they give off the most sexual energy."
"So they are going to force either Xander and Anya or Cordelia and I to…have sex?"
"Well think about it. They probably bring the pair together and tell them that they won, or something, and that they can now be together away from everyone. They take advantage of the opportunity thinking how great David is when he's really sacrificing them to a demon so he can have everything he's ever wanted."
"So, long story short, sex is bad."
"Precisely," Wesley took a deep breath, "Angel, you must work fast. The other contestants were sacrificed on the sixth night."
"Tomorrow," he said needlessly.
"I guess all there is to say now is good luck."
"Thanks, Wes."
He had to tell Cordelia what Wesley had found out. He quickly jotted down the conversation and set off to find his delivery boy.
~*~*~*~
Day six
Cordelia was sitting at a table in the main courtyard under the shade of an umbrella, sipping a margarita. He eyes scanned the pool in front of her. The men were playing a game of water volleyball. Anya was the referee in spite of the fact that she knew nothing of the game.
"You should have been able to hit that one," she called to the young man who barely missed the ball before it landed in the water with a splash. "I think your punishment should be…lose the suit."
"What?!" he asked flabbergasted.
Anya just smiled at him, "I'm the referee and I said 'lose the suit'. Now!"
All the other men chuckled at his expression as he removed his only piece of clothing."
"Throw it here," she held out her hand. He did as he was told. Laughing, she
started spinning the swimming suit around and whooping.
Cordelia couldn't help but laugh at her. She was really enjoying her new found dominatrix role. Although she did tell Cordelia about how her and Xander have enjoyed spanking.
Shaking her head and grinning, she returned her attention to her drink. "Would the lady like a refill?" She looked up at the young boy and nodded her head. He poured more of the margarita mix into her nearly full cup. Placing new 'napkins' under the glass, he leaned in close enough and whispered, "I am sorry for not getting this to you sooner, they were watching me last night."
She smiled and thanked him, and he turned and went back to work. She returned her gaze to the pool, where Anya was disrobing another single. Making sure that all the cameras were focused on the activities and not on her, she opened the note. After quickly reading it's contents she called Anya over to her.
After throwing the men's shorts back in the water, beginning a game of keep away, she sauntered over to the table and sat next to her.
"Angel found some stuff out. We are facing a demon and it feeds on released sexual energy. So, because neither of us cheated, we might be the ones sacrificed. But-"
"Oh my God, oh my God. I need to have sex. Right now!" Anya started to panic and was about to jump the bones of the nearest single when Cordy pulled her back to reality.
"Anya! Calm down," she looked around and lowered her voice. "Angel and I both haven't had sex in years. If anyone's going to be sacrificed, it will be us."
~*~*~*~
Angel thought it was better that him and Cordy or Xander and Anya were going to be the ones in danger. Not that that was a good thing, but they had a better chance of survival considering that they knew demons existed, while anyone else would scream and run.
He slowly walked towards the beach, where he knew Xander and some of the girls were playing Frisbee. He patted him on his shoulder to get his attention.
Xander threw the Frisbee back to one of the women, "See you later ladies. What's up?"
Angel filled Xander in on the situation.
"Oh man. I thought I was doing the right thing by not cheating, but now that my life could depend on my lack of celibacy…I think that Wendy was very nice."
"It won't be you."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because it's been a long time since either Cordelia or I have had sex. Therefore more pent up energy waiting to be released."
"Oh. Great," Xander practically collapsed with relief.
"That means that they will want to get me away from the cameras, and to the cliff. Just so you know, I won't leave the bar at all tonight, and if I do it won't be of my own accord. Understand?"
"Yeah, I understand. I'll keep an eye on you."
~*~*~*~
That Night
Xander and Angel were sitting on opposite sides of the bar facing each other, and watching for anything suspicious.
They had both ordered non-alcoholic beer, to make it look like everything is normal, without getting intoxicated. Angel was sipping his when Skylar, one of the blonde singles, dropped herself in his lap.
"How you doing, handsome? Only one more day, only one more chance to be with me." She rubbed her behind over his groin, "I know you want to."
He put all of his concentration in not throwing this girl across the room. Instead he gently lifter her to her feet, "I'm fine where I am thank you."
Skylar wraps her arms around his waste, "Baby, I know that's a lie."
"Only one more day until I can be with the woman I really want. I don't need a quick fix but thanks."
The blonde raised her hands, as if to show how empty they were, "Fine, fine, but you will regret it because I've been told that I'm quite a ride."
Angel visibly shook himself. That woman was way too…bold. In his day the women played meek and innocent until you got into the bedroom. Then they were as brazen as…that's not important.
Across the bar
Xander was watching the exchange between Angel and Skylar. He almost laughed out loud at Angel's expression when she started to rub herself against him. He did let out a small chuckle at his knee jerk reaction to lift her off of him. He took a sip of the pointless beer and watched curiously when Skylar wrapped her arms around Angel's waist. She was putting something in his drink. Now she's pulled away and put on an 'I'm innocent' look. Don't drink the beer, Angel, don’t drink, Xander tried to send his brain waves across the bar. How the hell does Willow do that?
When Angel sat back down he raised his glass to his lips. Xander was staring at him so hard he thought that his eyes might pop out of his head. Luckily for him, Angel noticed his look. Xander lowered his eyes to the beer and gave a slight shake of his head. He received a nod in return.
Across the bar
Angel caught Xander's bulging eyes and noticed him shaking his head while looking at his beer. So the tramp tried to drug him did she. He'll just go along with her plan, he pretended to take a sip of the drugged beverage. After a few minutes, Angel rose and stumbled out of the bar.
When he reached the exit, Skylar appeared, "I knew you'd change your mind." She put an arm around his waist and pulled his over her shoulders and steered them towards Heresy Bay.
Chapter Thirteen
Cordelia took another sip of her coke. She didn't order an alcoholic beverage because she wanted her head clear tonight. Anya sat beside her, also drinking a coke.
She was lost in thought, trying to figure out who to trust on the island and who not to. The always-annoying Pete was paying special attention to her all day and it was making her uncomfortable. But was she over reacting or was she right to believe he might have something to do with the death of those two couples.
"I noticed you were almost empty, so I took the liberty to get you another drink," Pete placed the glass in front of her. She smiled her thanks, before he turned and went to sit back at his table.
All of her attention was on the room around her, she didn't even notice when it started to spin. Blinking rapidly, Cordelia tried to focus her eyes. She carefully put her head in her hands in an attempt to keep her head from falling off completely. He drugged her drink. That son of a bitch drugged her.
"You aren't looking to good, Cordelia. Maybe I should help you back to your room," Pete offered.
Panic flowed through Cordelia, she tried to say no but her head wasn't working with her. He pulled her into him embrace and started to walk to the exit. She managed to send Anya a pleading look.
She quickly jumped up from her seat, "I'll take her."
"No I wouldn't want to ruin your evening."
"Think nothing of it. I'm her friend, I'll help her. Now give her to me," her voice raised louder then normal, trying to draw attention to them.
Pete noticed this too so he agreed and passed Cordelia off to Anya.
She slowly half walked, half-dragged Cordelia towards her hut. "What happened? One minute you're fine, the next-" She was cut off by Pete's fist connecting with her face. Both girls landed on the ground on a heap. Pete disentangled Cordelia from the unconscious Anya's grasp.
He lifted her into his arms and headed to Heresy Bay.
~*~*~*~
On the Cliff
Skylar had led Angel to the top of the peninsula where David waited for him.
"What's happening?" he asked David.
"We thought that you and Cordelia did so well, that we'd let you have a secret rendezvous. This is the most romantic spot on the island and you two deserve it."
His gaze went past the producer to Cordelia who was leaning on a man for support. So they succeeded in drugging her.
When Cordelia spotted him she squealed, "Angel." She left the man's side and wobbled over to where he sat, and threw herself into his arms. "I missed you," she snuggled deeper into his chest, causing him to have thoughts that could, at this place and time, literally kill him.
"We'll leave you two alone," Robert said as he, Skylar and the man backed away down the peninsula.
"Cordelia?" he lifted her chin so he could see her eyes. Even with the lack of light her could see that her pupils were dilated.
"You have the most beautiful eyes," she slurred.
"Cordelia, they drugged you. You are not yourself, but we have to pretend to…have…to be…intimate, other wise they'll know that we aren't really a couple. So I'm not taking advantage of you, I'm just keeping us alive a little bit longer, OK?"
Her answer was to straddle his stretched out legs and kiss him softly. His hands instinctively went to her hips as she clasped hers at the nape of his neck. Angel moaned into her mouth when she ground herself against him. Their kisses became more passionate as the pace of their hips increased. The kiss broke long enough for Angel to remove his shirt. He then flipped them over and her legs wrapped around his waist. His tongue bathed her neck and collarbone.
"Angel," she breathed when his hands found her breasts and tenderly rubbed the peaks into hard nubs. Her own hands slid down to cup his erection through his pants.
He pulled away from her touch, "No. Cordelia, this is supposed to be an act. We can't actually go through with it."
"You don't want me?" her eyes were hurt but still full of desire.
He lowered his head to her shoulder, "God yes. I've dreamed of this, but we can't. My curse."
Cordelia looked so beautiful lying beneath him. Her hair was messed, her lips swollen, and her eyes beckoning him to make love her. But it was just the drugs. She would never want to under normal circumstances. She would never risk Angelus getting out. But under the influence of drugs, she seemed to forget all of the consequences and only feels. How he wished he could just take advantage of this situation, but he couldn't. Not Cordelia.
~*~*~*~
On the beach
Anya held her hand to her bruised jaw. She saw Pete take Cordelia up to the top of the cliff and was about to follow.
"Anya," she turned at the sound of Xander's voice.
Relief etched her every feature, "Xander."
She squeezed him so tightly he could hardly choke out, "Air."
"Sorry. I was so worried."
"Me too," he smiled down at her then noticed the bruise on her chin. "What happened?"
"That bastard, Pete, did something to Cordelia and I was helping her back to her room when he punched me."
"Are you okay?" his eyes laced with such concern her heart almost melted. All she could do was nod. He kissed her softly before getting down to business, "What's happening here?"
"Pete carried Cordelia up there," she pointed to the cliff, "I was about to go after them."
"No, they took Angel up there earlier. They should be safe until the demon comes."
"Money, money, money," David chanted as he and Pete came down from the jetty.
Anya and Xander, who were hiding behind some bushes, halted their conversation. Silently they crept closer to where David and Pete joined Robert and Skylar around a small bon fire.
The foursome was looking up at the cliff.
"They are definitely going to make us proud," David declared before adding, "and rich, successful, young and handsome forever." They all broke into laughter.
Calming down first, Robert brought them to the task at hand, "We should begin the ritual."
Simultaneously they began to chant and dance around the flames.
On the Cliff
Quiet chanting brought Angel back to reality. Back to the reason they were in this position in the first place. They were summoning Fiyohr. He turned his head and looked down to the beach. They had built a small fire, and were dancing around it. Soon the demon would come to this reality and try and kill them. He better get prepared.
He regretfully rolled off of Cordelia who gave a small cry in protest. "They're calling the demon, we have to get ready to fight," he explained pushing her grabbing hands away from him.
"Fine," she huffed and sat up crossing her arms.
Angel crouched near her, in case someone was keeping an eye on them, so they still looked like they were together. He scanned the near by area for a weapon of some sort. He decided on a large rock.
He didn't have to wait long, soon the air on the tip of the peninsula started to become thick. Fiyohr stepped through the fog on to the edge of the cliff.
"What is this?" she asked, one of her six arms pointed at them. "You are to be fornicating. Begin now!"
"Sorry sweetheart, but you've turned me off," Angel mocked.
Fiyohr lashed out at him, he dodged the first fist but caught the other two. He went sprawling back, when he turned towards her again he was in game face.
The beast gave a howl of animosity, "They try to sacrifice a vampire to me? I want my offering."
Angel used her distracted behavior as an opportunity and threw the rock at her head. It hit her in between the eyes causing her to lose her balance and fall backwards over the cliff.
On the beach
Xander was about to attack the group when Anya grabbed his arm, "If they summon the demon, Angel can kill it so it can never be called again. That will put a stop to them for good."
They sat back and waited for the end. They weren't waiting long. The group suddenly went completely still, then collapsed, panting for air. The couple pounced.
Anya went straight to Pete and began to punch his face as hard as she could. He tried to defend himself, but the ex-vengeance demon held the upper hand. "How do you like that, huh?" she asked before beginning a new round of beatings.
Xander fought both Robert and David. He had punched Robert onto the ground just as a howl chorused through the sky distracting him long enough for David to get in a good punch. Before Xander could recover, David pinned him to the ground and began hitting his face.
Skylar was weak from the ritual but attacked Anya, who was still raining blows on Pete, anyway. She curled into a ball to protect her face and body from Skylar kicks. Waiting for the next impact that never came, Anya peeked through her arms and saw Cordelia tackle Skylar to the ground and Angel pulling David off of Xander. Regaining her senses, she crawled towards Pete to make sure he was unconscious.
"How?" David asked as Angel held him up with one hand by the amulet that hung around his neck, his other hand poised for the final punch.
"How what?"
"How could you escape the mistress when the other couples could not?"
Angel sneered at the confused man before slipping into his game face. "Never sacrifice a demon to a demon, they don't really like that." With that he struck David one last time snapping the chain of the talisman and sending his limp body to the ground.
Slipping back into his human visage he crushed the amulet with one hand. He looked around at the scene in front of him, Xander and Anya standing over the inanimate bodies Pete and Robert. Cordelia and Skylar were pulling each other's hair mercilessly.
Running over to her side, he pulled the brunette off of the screaming blonde. She jumped to her feet and continued to yell at them. "You ruined everything. All you had to do was die, just like the others. We didn't kill them so that you could wreck this for us."
Angel looked over the shoulder of the ranting girl and saw one of the camera crews filming the exchange. "Who'd you kill?"
"Those other couples, you moron. And you were suppose to die just like them."
"Who was involved in this?"
"The four of us, idiot, weren't you paying attention. Me, David, Robert and Pete killed those four people just like we were going to kill you until you ruined it."
"Oh my God!" Skylar turned around and saw the shocked looks on the camera crew's face.
"Son of a bitch," she started stalking towards the frightened crew, "Give me that tape."
Angel grabbed her arm and pulled her towards his waiting fist, knocking her out. "Give me the tape and go call the police." The camera crew did as they were told, and ran as fast as their feet would carry them to the nearest phone.
Xander and Anya's eyes connected and they ran to each other again. "I love you," they repeated over and over again.
"You guys okay?" Angel broke them out of their state of bliss.
"Yeah. We're fine." Xander noticed him carrying Cordelia, "How's she?"
"They drugged her, she's passed out now, but she'll be fine."
"I think we should get the hell off this island," Anya stated.
"Ah, yes. The once beautiful exotic island, seems so much like Sunnydale, we should have just stayed home. At least there, you can have as much sex as possible."
"Speak for yourself," Angel said causing the three conscious people to laugh.
Epilogue
Los Angeles Airport
The four-some sighed collectively as they entered the Los Angeles airport.
"It's so good to be home," Cordelia practically collapsed on to the ground.
"Yes," the other three agreed.
"I can't wait to have multiple orgasms again. The bathroom on the plane was to small to do much maneuvering."
Xander's face went red, while Cordelia held out her palm to Angel, "Twenty bucks."
"You guys made a bet?" Xander asked startled.
"You were gone for so long, I knew that something had to be up. Angel thought you got stuck in the toilet. But after spending a week with Anya, I knew better."
"She knows me so well," Anya gushed to Xander before quickly turning to Cordelia, "Be a bride's maid."
"Excuse me?"
"In my wedding. I would like you to be one of my bride's maids. Willow and Buffy are also going to be in it. But they are Xander's friends. I would like for you to be my friend."
"I…Anya, I would love to," she pulled Anya to her for a hug. "I would be honored."
Anya was smiling ear to ear, "Great, I will send you the larvae and burlap before the wedding."
"Huh?" she just stared at the ex-demon in shock.
Anya's smile never faltered, "It's one of my demon traditions I've desided to keep."
"Huh?"
"Fight 483 from Los Angeles to Sunnydale is now boarding," the monotone announcer's voice came over the intercom.
"Well that's us," Xander picked up their bags. "We'll see you at the wedding."
He hugged Cordelia, "Uh, bye"
Angel held his hand out to the younger man, and reluctantly told him, "You did a good job. On the island, I mean."
"Thanks," he clasped the vampires hand, "you too."
"See you soon, I guess," Angel put his hand out to Anya.
She ignored it and jumped at him. "Thank you for keeping Xander safe for me. I'll never be able to repay you."
"Not a problem."
"Hey. Wait a second. If it weren't for me, you two would be demon food. I'm the one that told you Skylar drugged your drink."
Cordelia desided to humor Xander and his delusions of saving the day, "Yes, thank you."
"This is the last call for fight 483 from Los Angeles to Sunnydale."
Xander and Anya made their way on to the plane with a final smile and wave.
"Burlap and larvae. What the hell is that about?"
"I think you'll look great," Angel snickered.
Slapping him playfully, "Jack ass. When's Wesley going to get here?"
"He's probably waiting for us at the gate."
They make their way to the main section of the airport and look around for Wesley. They sit down, both slouching in the uncomfortable plastic chairs. Cordelia was using Angel's shoulder for a pillow, "Angel?"
"Hmmm?" he didn't even open his eyes.
"Do you think we're pathetic?"
"What?"
"Well, I mean, we were almost sacrificed to a demon because we haven't had sex in years. That's kind of pathetic."
As much as it pained him to say, "I have no choice in the matter, you on the other hand can get out there and date."
"Yeah, so I can be impregnated by some loser's demon master's spawn. I'll get right on that," sarcasm traced every word. "Besides, I'm not going to run out and have sex with some guy for the sake of having sex. I want rich, handsome, brave and interesting, and won't settle for anything less."
"Me too."
Dejectedly Cordelia said, "We'll always be alone."
"Yep."
End.