"The Evil that Men do" Part II ©1209.99 Chaoticworks Inc.

Title: The Evil that Men do, Part II
Author/pseudonym: Nytshaed & Tammy.
Fandom: Buffy, OC
Rating: Rated NC-17 for Sex: homosexual, violence, satanic references.
Status: Complete.
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E-mail address for feedback: nytshaed@ix.netcom.com
Series/Sequel: Part two of "The Evil that Men Do" Saga.
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Disclaimer: AJ belongs to Chaoticworks, Inc, Ethan Raynes, Cordelia Chase, and Spike belong to the Buffy people.
Notes:
Summary: AJ find a new unexpected ally and more.
Warnings: None

A week later Monday, Ethan's Estate .

AJ stepped from the back of the Bentley as the door was opened for him, and he looked at the great building that stood before him. It was several days after the debacle at the Hellfire club, and after finding the note from Spike giving him Ethan's address, he decided to at least hear what the slippery bastard had to say. Standing on the walkway as the car pulled around to the side to park, he looked up at the Mage's home.   Exquisitely manicured lawns surrounded the quietly elegant abode that had been in the dark Mage's' family for generations. The long gravel drive that led up to the house was shaded by ancient oak trees that had taken generations to grow. The whole atmosphere of the place was of gentility and quiet relaxation but of late a darker, mordant air had fallen over the ancient house. The ancient trees seemed more twisted and less stately and the shadows clung thicker and more malignantly to the house.  

AJ smiled at the brooding atmosphere surrounding the house, he looked around, all senses attuned to any traps or tricks that may have been set. He had a few tricks prepared of his own in case the situation called for it, but he was sure it wouldn't get that far. His long velvet coat fluttered in the cold breeze that seemed a permanent part of this country's weather. He was dressed to the nines this early afternoon, crushed velvet leggings hugged his toned legs, and soft black leather boots covered his feet. His shirt was also made of a black crushed velvet that shimmered red in the right light. He had styled his hair to perfection, and delicate black velvet eyeliner rimmed his amethyst eyes, making him an un resistible temptation to look at. He has put just a bit of rouge on his lips, making them all the more tempting as well. With confident, silent strides, he ascended the massive steps leading to the front door of the estate, and after locating the bell, rang it twice, and waited.  

Ethan tossed back yet another glass of whiskey, the alcohol so far having little effect on his body, and then glanced up as he heard the doorbell ring. Swearing viciously in his slightly cracked voice he rose to his feet and limped towards the door. **I'll have to tell whoever it is that I am my own Uncle or something.** Reaching the door he pulled it open, squinting slightly as the sun hit his face, and then swore mentally as he saw that tall ebony haired Rock Star standing in the doorway. "Marvelous timing, old boy." He rasped irritably as he leaned against the doorway. "As you can see I'm not a morning.... or noon.... person so what do you want?"  

AJ blinked, not expecting first of all for Ethan to answer his own door, and then for the ravaged sight that hunched before him. His mouth dropped slightly in open disgust at the wretched sight and he let an audible gasp slip, "OLD is definitely the operative word here man, you look worse than a vampire on a day pass," AJ grimaced, "What the Hell happened to you?" he inquired, looking over the man who had picked up a few decades of wear since their last meeting the week before.   Ethan shrugged, wincing slightly at the arthritic pain in his shoulders, as he stared in mild disgust at the handsome musician. He'd sent the servants away since he didn't want anyone to see him like this and now a potential ally had turned up at the door.

"Come in and I'll tell you." As the two men walked down the tastefully appointed hallway towards the lounge. Antique Persian rugs covered the polished oaken floors and priceless antiques subtly decorated the walls. "It was a spell by a disgruntled ex-apprentice of mine. Just because I kidnapped and sold his pathetic lump of a sister to the Hellfire Club he holds a grudge. Sentimentality is so..... disgusting."

As they entered the darkened lounge Ethan gestured towards the wet bar. "Help yourself to anything you fancy. Cordelia is currently slathering herself with face cream and worrying about how likely it is someone will do this to her."   AJ smiled as he moved with catlike languidly to behind the bar, "What I fancy, can hardy be found at a bar, but in darker places," he smiled as he set two crystal glasses on the top of the bar, and after filling them with ice, selected the Glenlivet from the bar and poured two healthy servings. With a seductive sway, he emerged from the back of the bar, and first handed a drink to Ethan as he recline in one to the soft leather chairs, then poured himself gracefully into the seat across from him, curling himself up like a great black cat, and holding the glass of amber colored liquor between his flattened palms as he took a long slow sip.

He peered out at Ethan from under his bangs, eyes glittering with an unnatural tone, "So, before your cum sponge interrupts us, tell me how you spent your week to end up so," he grinned, the corners of his delicate catlike mouth turning up deliciously at the corners as he sipped again from his drink.  

"Don't underestimate, Cordelia." Ethan noted dryly as he took a sip from his glass and leaned back into the embrace of the couch. "I knew her in Sunnydale, before she knew what she was, and even then she could stop a Chaos Demon in it's tracks with a few scathing comments. Now she's the grandchild of a Duke of Hell and has enough raw power to slaughter half of London if she wished it. She's a vicious little bitch when she wants to be and I'm quite fond of her in my way."

Ebony eyes narrowed slightly, judging AJ for a moment, and then Ethan's voice dropped to a savage rasp as he turned to the question of his premature aging. "Have you ever heard of the slayer, AJ?"   AJ listened to Ethan's toasting of Cordelia's charms beyond the suitability as a flesh diversion, and it piqued his interest a bit, causing him to raise a delicate coal colored eyebrow,

"Grand Duke you say? Which one?" he asked, then continued, "When you ask if I have heard of the Slayer, I take you do not mean the Band of the same name..."  

"Asmodeous, the Lord of Lust." Ethan responded to AJ's interest in Cordelia's lineage first and then frowned slightly as he turned to the ever vexing question of the Slayer. "No, I mean the Chosen One. The one girl chosen to stand alone against the forces of darkness.... yadda yadda yadda. What it boils down to is that she is one of those irritating do-gooders who go around spoiling everyone's fun just because some people have an aversion to sacrificing women and children to the forces of darkness. Religious intolerance is all it really is." His disgruntled sniff told of his long dislike of the Slayers before he shrugged his irritation aside.

"In this case the silly bint screwed up and summoned Cordy's grandfather from Hell instead of the demon whose ass she wanted to kick. He was a little pissed that they hadn't laid on a buffet for him so he sucked her life force out for a snack. Then her brother stole thirty years from me for her."  

AJ tried to hold back a chuckle but was unsuccessful, and a snort of delight emerged anyway, "She is related to Asmodeous? There must have been a break in THAT blood line somewhere, I frankly don't see the resemblance," he said with a smirk, then added in a more serious tone, "I am well associated with Asmodeous, as well as his brethren," he smiled, then ran his tongue around the edge of the glass in a promising way as he again fixed a seductive glance at the withered form across from him. He then shifted his position in the chair, recrossing his legs, and tilted his head coyly to the side, letting his satiny hair slip forward over his shoulders. "I must say I have never encountered one of these Slayer types before. I HAVE had my run-ins with the Religiously Fanatical, and their pale attempts to extinguish me. All attempts have failed, and at their best, they only incapacitated me for a short time. Tell me, what is the name of this Slayer?" he purred, and took another sip from the glass in his hands.  

"Emily." Ethan growled, his sneer hiding the emotions and needs that his frail body could no longer adequately satisfy, as he tossed back the last of his drink. "And I assure you Cordy is definitely related to Asmodeous. That is how I plan to get rid of this ancient husk I've been saddled with." A faintly thoughtful expression touched his eyes as he cocked his head to the side. "If you know Asmodeous perhaps you would care to help with the spell?"  

AJ lifted his glass to his lips, draining the last of the Whiskey then set the empty glass down on the table in front of him, the name meaning nothing to him. He then pressed his palms together, and parted his lips, clicking the tips of his long index fingernails on the tips of his sharpened canines, "Well, since Cordelia is to be part of this, shouldn't she be here when you are inviting other playmates?" AJ said quietly as the corners of his mouth again curled up in the most wicked of smiles.

The young demoness sat silently at the top of the stairs her hyperactive hearing noting AJ's cum sponge comment. <<I am so going to fry your ass leather boy. I should send my little gremlin to remove all that hair right now. I mean the split ends are horrible.>> She absentmindedly continued to file at her claws and smiled brightly as Ethan defended her honor. <<That was sweet Ethan. Certainly better at sticking up for me than Xander was. That spineless weasel. Wonder if I can turn him into a sea cucumber?>>  

Cordelia was chucking at the image of a slimy sea cucumber trying to deliver a pizza with anchovies when she strolled into the room to perch on the arm of Ethan's chair. "Hello Ethan," she purred kissing him on the cheek. "Hello AJ. Run out of conditioner?"      

AJ slowly looked up at Cordelia, a whiplash smile crossing his face, "Why hello Cordelia, how nice of you to ask. Actually, I am running low on conditioner. You see, you provide SUCH the image for stroking off, I've nearly run through my supply of conditioner..." he smirked.  

The indignant look of disgust that momentarily flashed across Cordelia's face was priceless, but her steely composition quickly returned, and with a toss of her hair back over her shoulder she retorted, "Really AJ? Tell me, did you have to use two fingers or a set of tweezers to hold onto it?" she grinned with the arch of an eyebrow.  

AJ puckered and blew her a kiss, then looked back to Ethan, "ANYWAY, you were saying about having me help you out with this Hellmouth thing?" he smiled sweetly as he gracefully rose from his chair and moved back to the bar to collect the bottle of aged Whiskey.      

Watching AJ through hooded eyes Ethan let a slow smirk curl his lips for a moment as he rested his head back against the cushioned headrest of his chair. Stretching his legs out in front of him, wincing internally as his knees and hips screamed at the movement, he interlaced his large muscled fingers in his lap.   "It was an offer of an alliance, AJ." The dark Mage drawled slowly, keeping his voice steady and low, as he watched the violet eyed rock star sipping at the aged whiskey. "You're powerful enough that working with you would be more useful than working against you." His thin shoulders rose in a briefly shrug as a feral smile touched his face. "In any case I always find that the virtuous make better enemies than those of us who are more... pragmatic. An alliance seems more reasonable and opening the Hellmouth would doubtless be in both our best interests."  

"What good would it do me?" AJ sneered with no real malice as he swung a leg over the arm of the chair, leather drawing taut and defining over his groin, and licked his lower lip. "This Hellmouth."  

"It'll distract those losers." The elegant dark haired Cheerleader from Hell sniffed in contempt at the thought of her one time friends. Turning her ankle she admired her new shoes as she spoke. "The amount of things that used to crawl through Sunnydale's sewers looking for the Hellmouth... it's like a roach motel for the slime encrusted super naturals of the world. Of course in Sunnydale Buffy pretty much staked, spindled, mutilated or axe-murdered anything that came within reach but she's dead and the new Slayer isn't much of a match for her."  

"We'll have the power to draw on for ourselves." Ethan added, his black eyes glittering briefly at the thought of such power. "Although I would prefer to have get my missing thirty years back before I try the spell if it's no bother to anyone."

"Y'know, Ethan." AJ drawled as he took a deep swallow from his refilled glass of whiskey. "Just because you look like a septuagenarian doesn't mean you have to get crotchety as well."