AN OLD ENEMY

Xander, and Ivar exchanged glances. "Wow," Xander broke the silence.

"We need to leave," Ivar said.

"Are you kidding? I have to tell Ares about the fool."

"Really? You want to do that now? If he catches us standing outside, and eavesdropping, we're dead. We're both dead."

"Maybe you. I'm still his best friend." He shrugged.

"Fine. Suit yourself, Mr best friend. I'm out of here," Ivar said, going to the place he was headed to before David dragged him into this mess in the first place.

He would have preferred to live the rest of his life not knowing about the sex between Ares, and Angel.

Now that he knew, there was absolutely no going back.

It had fully dawned on him that he could never have what he wanted, and now he was ready to move on.

Xander stood in front of the door for a few more minutes, before he chuckled, and walked away.

Neither of the lovers made a move to pull apart, minutes after they had both climaxed.