~Damn that Angel~

Riley was so intent on catching Angel before the vampire caught Xander, he didn�t see Spike crawling out of that same thatch of bushes while struggling into his clothes and grinning like a demented Cheshire cat coming down from a rich cream and canary dream high.

*****

The picnic area was just past the next stand of trees and as it came into sight, Riley Finn froze. He stood immobile and unthinking beyond one, loudly, reverberating, word-thought.

~Beautiful~

The sight of Angel and Xander together was stupefying. They were incredible together and understanding and acceptance flooded the ex-commando�s sluggish mind-works. Before now, Riley had made it a point not to think about Angel and Xander Harris as anything other than Buffy�s ex-boyfriend and the sarcastic goofball wanna-be boyfriend. Now he had to admit the real reason was because of the jealous attraction. Alone, each was incomparably stunning specimens of very-well-put-together studly-ness. Together, they were overwhelming.

Riley was used to being the focus of all female attention. That didn�t happen when either of the brunettes was present. Not only did they steal the majority of feminine attention, but they pulled more than a fair share of testosterone-based attention as well. Including Riley�s. He hadn�t wanted to think about it. Now he had no choice but to deal. It had been that way in the military, with Graham Miller. Graham was another dark-haired, hot-rocket, who played havoc with Riley�s sexual awareness and attracted the envy and lusty desire of his best-friend. That was the reason Riley had convinced his buddy to spread the cheeks of his muscular ass and let old Ri get his grapes wet. Once he�d topped Graham, Riley no longer felt threatened. But Xander *ignored* him, for the most part, *and* he shared Angel�s minimal toleration of presence, for the sake of helping Buffy.

It took several moments before it registered on his mind, what he was actually seeing. Xander sat on top of the picnic table; one foot dangled over the edge and the other rested on the seating bench. His legs were spread, and Angel knelt on the bench between them. He had his head lowered, face pressed into that warm juncture of shoulder and neck.

*****

�The soldier-boy�s coming,� Angel murmured into Xander�s ear. He�d finally caught up to the boy, not that it had been hard or anything, but he had to admire Xander, and admit that his boy was wickedly quick and wily. He had to be in order survive living on the Hellmouth with no apparent super-strength or powers. That was slowly changing, the one small infusion of Angel�s blood was already working small changes in his lover faster than the vampire would have thought or expected.

�Are we gonna play?� Xander asked with a soft moan. He let his hands stroke over the black silk of Angel�s shirt; moving in lazy patterns as Angel nuzzled Xander�s neck, licking sensuously at his bite mark.

�Do you want him?�

Xander considered the question. �He�s not Spike,� the youngster pouted.

�No. He isn�t, we can collect Spike later. Riley�s getting closer. Do you want to play with him?� He slipped his hand between them, cupping Xander�s hardness. Xander spread his legs wider and leaned back on the picnic table. He pulled Angel closer, using the collar of his shirt, before sliding his hands down the vampire�s back and letting them come to rest on the pronounced curve of Angel�s muscular ass.

Surprisingly, when Angel offered his lover the corn-fed farm-boy a second time, Xander continued to decline. �Wanna go home and play with this,� Xander breathed against his cool skin while squeezing Angel�s ass. He trailed kisses along the strong jaw, then slipped his tongue into the wet cavern of Angel�s mouth, sealing them in an intensely passionate kiss.

No, he didn�t *want* Riley, but he did want something from the arrogant for no damn good reason, sandy-haired, special-ops agent. Pressing into Angel�s hard body, Xander began to whisper, telling his lover things. Things about a certain young blonde bomb-shell being hunted by military whackos with tazer guns; tales of humans, touching something that belonged to a Master Vampire, *The* Master Vampire � *Angelus*. He told his lover so many truths and out right lies, it was all Angelus could do not to kill Riley. And woe unto that Graham boy, cuz Angel had seen him. If he happened across the fuckable special-ops agent, he was gonna see just how *fuckable* the boy was. He even planed to share him with his dark kitten. They were gonna fuck him six ways from last week on a stealth bomber.

Angel�s grin turned dangerously feral as his demon pressed to the fore, growling, crowding the soul. He wanted to see this... this... walking cum stain that had dared to touch his childe. Angelus wanted out, he wanted revenge, and so did Angel. He was going to have it. They compromised. Side by side, and trying really hard to ignore the sexual tension building between them, the soul and demon looked upon the approaching young man. The gold flecks within the whisky-amber eyes flashed brightly in the darkness. He listened as his boy continued to tell him little anecdotes about Riley, and the other soldier named Graham, and how they enjoyed taunting and teasing the blonde vampire, how they sought him out for *entertainment* purposes when they thought no one was the wiser.

*****

�Xander!� Riley yelled. He could see where Angel had the boy trapped against a wooden picnic table. This was so not of the good. If he didn�t do something, the younger man would most likely wind up dead, if he was lucky. Knowing Buffy�s evil ex, Xander was doomed to un-life. With the man he hated most in the world. Angel.

�Riley!� Xander called as he shoved Angel away and scrambled off the picnic table. Or at least he tried to. Angel snagged him around the waist and jerked him back against his broad chest. Xander suppressed his giggles at the look on Riley�s face.

Riley thought he would just drop on the spot when Angelus grabbed Xander. He could see the poor guy shaking so hard even his hair seemed to vibrate and he was moaning. Angelus had a damn good hold on Xander; locked down.

�Rileeeey,� Xander squeaked and struggled harder against his lover�s gentle hold, putting on a good show of trying to escape.

�Don�t worry, Xander, Buffy�s close. We�ll help you.�

�Liar!� Angelus hissed as he faced the ex-commando over Xander�s shoulder. �The slayer�s *no*-*where* around, boy,� he snapped. Riley swallowed and Xander fought not to blow the game by laughing at the look on Riley�s face.

Riley�s concern turned into out right fear; blue eyes going caught in the headlights wide, when he saw Angelus slide his pale hand down Xander�s body. His eyes tracked that hand as it moved across the leather clad thighs, inexorably, snaking between Xander�s legs to cup the bundle of his crotch. Riley�s heart raced when he heard Xander moaning in fear. His eyes were wide and shiny as the vampire nuzzled his neck.

�One wrong move, *Ri*, and I�ll drain him... dry,� Angelus promised.

:{�Oh isn�t our boy ingenious?�}:

:{�One of the many things I just love about Xan, besides that delicious ass of his.�}:

:{�Don�t get distracted, we�ll bite his tight little ass later. Right now, I wanna play with this toy-soldier-fuck. He should have never put his hands on *my* Spike.�}:

:{�*Our* Spike.�]:

:{�What-*ever*.Can we get to the fun part now?�}:

*blink*

The vampire took great pleasure in his lover�s wicked streak. The boy was a genius, fast thinking on his feet and down right diabolical when he put his mind to it, and stopped pretending to be so passively stupid and inept. Xander had a very enlightening sense of the bizarre. So did Angel. They made a perfect match. Bound together in their shared madness; their secret desires brought to the fore and allowed to flourish like blood-roses.

�Strip. Now.� Angelus snarled, going into full game-face and licking Xander�s neck. The boy moaned and squirmed, pressing his ass harder against Angel�s cock happily.

�Jesus,� Riley breathed. Panic was desperately trying to take over. His fingers trembled as he worked the buttons on his shirt.

�Please,� Xander gasped. His body trembled violently. If Xander laughed now he would loose it completely. As it was, he was using everything he had not to let his mirth become visible.

Riley fought down his confused panic and focused on his buttons. Right about then, he was wondering why he hadn�t gone ahead and put in a call to the Scoobies. Then remembered that he really didn�t want them around when he rescued Xander. This might be his only chance to score enough points with the sexy stud to at least get a kiss, at least.

Didn�t seem like that was gonna happen though, since Riley didn�t have any weapons. And Angel was making him strip, and the only stake he had was the one between his legs, growing harder by the second. Riley watched, in growing lust and confusion, as Angel�s pale fingers ghosted over Xander�s exposed navel. He could see the fear and panic in Xander�s incredibly deep, brown eyes about to spiral out of control as those cool hands made their way up to the pierced nipples and circled them.

Xander hissed, his body arching into the mind-swamping buzz in his perky nipples. He just *so* loved for Angel to play with them, more-so now that they were pierced. If his lover didn�t ease off a bit, though, he was gonna make Xander cum in his pants. Again.

~Poor Xander~ *smirking innocence*

Whimpers reached his fuddled mind and Riley focused on the sight before him. Angel had un-done the snap and zipper on the black leather pants. Their edges were peeled back to expose the soft, sable pelt of Xander�s groin, his beautiful cock, drooling with steady slickness despite his obvious fear.

Riley swallowed, his throat suddenly too dry, as if it were and old bone in the desert sun. His piercing blue gaze wavered over the pornographic sight of Angel�s clever fingers stroking the head of Xander�s drooling cock and then the slayerette yelped. Riley�s eyes snapped upward, he could hear the soft sounds of wet slurping.

~Is he drinking Xander!? He�s drinking Xander!~

Riley�s mind kicked into normal speed, leaving the sick state of bizarre slow motion behind. He could see Xander putting up a fight, clawing at his assailant�s hair and shoulders with ever weakening movements. His body bucked, trying to free itself from the vampire�s cold clutches.

�Oh god, Angel, don�t... please, don�t hurt Xander anymore. I�ll do whatever you say. See, ex-military-guy taking orders here, sir,� Riley pleaded as the dribble of blood snaked across Xander�s exposed chest. He was twisting his body, obviously trying to escape what was being done to him; the cool hands caressing his flesh possessively and with wicked intent. Riley practically tore the rest of his clothing off. Pants, shirt, boxers; when he was finished he was left in nothing but his sneakers and crew socks.

One of Angel�s hands had vanished up to the wrist, into Xander�s pants. Riley could see the leather straining tightly against the confined movements of Angel�s questing fingers as they stretched past Xander�s balls in search of his tight pucker.

*****

Xander�s dark head came up and his nostrils flared as he scented the air. There was a new flavor encroaching on the already convoluted swirl of soupy sensations. His taste buds tingled as he tasted a familiar delicacy among the many, gaze sparkling darkly.

Something was definitely wrong here and Riley Finn wasn�t so stupid that he missed it. It was just that with his Xander-lust spiraling out of control, it was really hard to concentrate on anything outside of the leather-clad sex-kitten.

~Only on the Hellmouth. Hell!~

�Now that, mate, is a pretty picture, innit.�

The cocky, London accented, sarcasm cut through Riley�s fog. In growing dread the ex-commando turned his head and felt another shock of lust at the sight of Hostile 17. His blue eyes turned glassy; dick twitched with memories of icy-hot tightness gripping him. Both vampires snarled low and dangerously from the gut, making Riley�s knees weak and his own gut tighten in un-known anticipation. His already aching cock reached another plateau. His balls squirmed, stomach fluttering with the weakness that threatened to bring him to his knees.

And then in a blur that ended in pain, he was. Riley looked up from where he�d been knocked down to his knees. Hostile 17 stood over him; eyes glowing feral yellow, fangs, razor-sharp; made for tearing through skin, muscle, and cartilage, gleamed like polished ivory. Something was wrong. It wasn�t supposed to go this way, was it?

~No~

Nooooo, it wasn�t. Hostile 17 had been effectively neutered, fitted with a behavior modification chip. Right? Right. So then why how come he was grinning *down* on Riley? And was that demonic madness dancing happily in those frightening yellow orbs?

~Oh yes indeedy-da!~

Shouldn�t Hostile 17 be writhing around in the dirt, like a worm on a hook, screaming in mindless pain?

~Yes!~

But he wasn�t.

Riley�s mind splintered then, in pure terror and fear.

�Oohh, Spikey�s got his *bite* back.� Xander�s voice sing-songed through the suddenly chill air.

�Why, Pet, I think you�re right.� Spike spouted with mock gentility through his evil grin. He delivered a resounding slap to the side of Riley�s face.

�Cool,� Angelus observed. �Now you can *play* with us properly.�

Spike grinned at his sire. He shared a knowing wink with Xander. Then three pair of eyes turned to the kneeling man.

*****

Riley had never been more humiliated and overwhelmed with lust in his life, not that he could remember. Not even that time Buffy had strapped on a huge black dildo and fucked him through the mattress with her slayer-strength. He�d turned into a real little *bitch-ho* that night.

That had been a trip through kiddie-land compared to this.

His senses reeled, splintered thoughts colliding and ricocheting off each other like one of those mega-powerful super-balls, slamming around in a locked room. He was transformed into a six foot, one hundred, seventy-something, mass of raw sensation. He *was* the sound, slap, of a cold hard cock against his upturned face. Ropey streamers of cum across his tingling skin, in his hair; Riley felt himself flowing and dripping. The lure of too many cocks vying for the attention of his mouth; cold, huge, stretching his lips. Was that a vanilla-coke can or a preternatural cock? Painful pulling of his short sandy hair and sharp thrusts of an icy spike into his sore and no longer virgin ass. Another splatter of warm cum on his cheek, thin and watery now.

How many half-hour tag-team switch-offs had it been? The two vampires took their thirty minute turns of pleasure in Riley�s talented mouth seriously to heart, cuz damn if the boy sure as hell couldn�t fuck. Angel let out a dirty laugh at the thought of Buffy suffering with Riley�s pitiful efforts, after being allowed the glory of riding his cum-stick. An apt punishment if ever there was one. Riley Finn just had no fuck-rhythm, none what-so-ever. And he carried on worse than an up-tight and frigid mousy-bookworm-type getting her cherry *popped* and loving every minute of it. Every deep, savagely gut wrenching thrust of coldly burning vampiric fuck-sticks.

Then somebody remembered his secret. His ears picked up the disjointed words snaking into his lust-fuddled brain. �Wonder likes bitten? Too bad no fangs.� That sounded dangerously pouty. The kind of pouty-voice that pours out of a very spoiled-brat. �Bite him anyway.� �Likes getting bitten?� surprised. �Oh yeah, mate, right freak for it, �e is. Why one time...�

And Riley grunted and groaned as Spike rode his ass, absently, while conversing with Angel and Xander. Oh yeah, and then the biting started. And they took him to another level. Another realm.

*****

Spike was kneeling behind Riley now; hands sliding roughly over the muscular torso. Riley closed his eyes and let out a soft moan as cold hands grip his hips, pulling him back and down into Spike�s lap. Grinding his ass against the cold hard, length of cock nestled in dark-blonde curly softness. Slightly scratchy and Riley likes the sensation and moans again. Husky groans and growls wafting through the now too hot night. Air thick with sex and musk, lust and anger. Need riding roughshod over everything. Churning him up and washing him out.

Spike was having the time of his life. He lifted his mouth from the Riley�s shoulder. He shared a bloody grin with Angel and picked another spot that looked ripe for biting. The ass he�s been itching to *smack,* sliding over his drooling dick.

�Aagghh,� a hitch in Riley�s breath as his nipples are twisted sharply by Angel�s cool fingers, his dick jerked harshly, the drool of precum smeared over the head by pale fingers. Soft hiss of breath as Angel drags a nail along his slit.

*****

�Having fun, are you, Soldier-boy?� Angelus asked conversationally, his golden gaze hard and cold. Spike looked up to see Angel leisurely fucking Riley�s mouth.

�So, you *dare* to touch what�s *mine*? *And* you have the audacity to *share* my *childe* with your buddy, huh? Well, tonight, boy, you learn a lesson about sharing and touching. I�m gonna share *you*... with Spike right now. We�re gonna fuck you Riley � *together*.�

Intense surge of spiked heat and panic, limbs straining, body arced in a tight bow, corded arms pulling and legs trying to jerk free, but there is no escape. The image of Angel�s words washed across Riley�s mind, the vampires could smell, taste the mortal�s fear.

�No... no,� Riley�s begging now, hips bucking in need. Straining for what has been promised as the thick heat fogs him up on the inside; hazes over his vision until everything is swimming in thick waves of dizziness. His breath is fire in his lungs when he breathes, his insides feel soupy and quivery, his brain has ceased to function beyond the pull and swirl of feeling. Riley is dimly aware of the burn of being entered as Spike presses his considerable length of cool, hard flesh against the tight pink of his pucker. Firm hands still his bucking hips and then Spike is sliding into him again. Riding the glide of penetration as Spike slams forward. Deeper, and Riley�s cloudy vision is stung clear by saltwater as tears well up and spill over. Three pair of eyes watch as the silken shaft sinks into the clenching hole.

�Fuck he�s still tight... so hot...� And he is sinking deeper. Spike is sinking deeper and Riley feels himself being teased open by a pair of long, hard, fingers. So caught up he can�t form words, just guttural sounds, low moans, soft whimpers. His precum, a steady ooze from his aching cock, eyes squeezed tightly shut and leaking tears as his hips rock up and down Spike�s hard length. Angel�s rough hands on his sweaty ass urging him on. Riley is wrapped around him, clenching asshole, hair damp from sweat. Body slick with precum and sex, shuddering as he rolls his hips in tiny dips. Riley is panting now, as he feels the press of something hard and cold, bigger than the cock already sliding in and out of him, or the fingers that no longer pull at his muscle-ring, against his already stretched ass-lips. Frantic scrabble away as Angel presses against him. Xander muffling his rising whine with his stiff cock, Riley keening, as his shoulders and hips are held, clamped in the vise-like grip and his bucking hips are forced down.

The pain is exquisite. Sweet and burningly delicious. Riley has never been so full, so open, so weak with need and fuck-lust. His body gives one final tense shudder and he is overwhelmed by sensation, slumps forward against Angel�s broad chest. Feels the press of Spike�s muscular torso along the length of his back as the two cocks slide back and forth, over each other, in and out in and out, and he is smothering between them. All he is, can comprehend, is the icy-hot glide of slick skin and the weakness in the pit of his being, bliss and fullness. Hands and mouths gripping and scratching; sucking and biting, lathing wet tongues capturing trickles of sweat-tinged blood. Shuddering like a doll in the jaws of a vicious beast as they crest on the waves of delirium and velvet heat; as they spiral up higher and deeper. The sudden dash against the shores of release; cum spurting coldly, oozing and sliding down buried shafts, dribbling on tight, crawling balls, as all three men reached the pinnacle simultaneously. The sudden coolness as the two vampires release him, pulling out of the clinging heat; quivering skin in the cooling air. The aftershocks racking through him as his sore cock is finally allowed to release it�s pent up burden.

When he finally came, Riley�s cum splashed out, arcing through the air forcefully and coming to rest on Xander�s boots.

�Okay, eeww! Now that is just down right gross,� Xander complained. He was looking down at his feet. His richly glossy, black boots were stained with gobs of sticky-icky whiteness.

Riley�s mind finally found some sort of cohesion, the pieces sliding together once more, forming coherency. In abject, horrified shame, Riley lay where Angel and Spike dumped him after pulling their cocks out of his stretched asshole. He stared up at Xander, whishing the ground would open up and swallow him.

�Oh. Shit.�

And then the lights went out as a cum-stained boot connected with his head.

�K. Bored now,� Xander stated petulantly. Angel growled at him. Xander lowered his head, eyes down as he sidled up against the vampire. Looking up at Angel through the fringe of his unruly tumble of hair, Xander reached out and placed his warm hand on Angel�s exposed chest and pressed a quick kiss on Angel�s fanged mouth. He licked at the few traces of Riley�s blood and decided he was cool with that.

�Love you,� Xander purred and licked his lips, wishing the blood had been Angel�s. Angel�s blood tasted infinitely better. Ambrosia.

The growl shifted down into purring as Angel pulled Xander close and gave him the blood-kiss he knew his boy was craving. Angel slid his tongue across one of his fangs, filling his mouth with blood before shifting back into his human visage. He slipped his rapidly healing tongue into Xander�s mouth, enticing the quirky lips open. Xander sucked up the blood that slipped into his mouth along with Angel�s divine tongue. Angel had to forcefully removed Xander�s wonderfully sucking mouth from his bottom lip. Xander watched that swollen lip raptly as Angel scolded him.

�Naughty boy,� Angelus teased.

�Yeh,� Xander grinned back. He flashed Spike a quick wink. Spike snickered and tossed Riley�s shirt to his sire after he finished cleaning himself with it. Angel used the shirt as well, and then they turned to the task of re-dressing a cum-covered and truly all fucked out and unconscious Riley.

�Gonna go take a bath now.� Xander�s voice fell somewhere between a drawling, husky hum and a throaty growly purr as he stretched languidly, watching his lover through his dense eyelashes coyly. �Sleepy now.�

�Yeah, okay, baby. You run along and have fun playing in hot water. I�ll be along later,� Angel said.

�Kay. *Later*, Spike,� Xander drawled as he turned to bounce away.

�Xander.�

The boy stopped and looked back. Angel growled as his eyes were drawn to Xander�s fingers, tugging on one of his nipple-rings.

�Go *straight* to the hotel. Stay out of mischief.�

Xander pouted. �Fine.� He stuck his tongue out at the vampires.

�Xan-der,� Angelus hissed, eyes sparkling with golden brilliance. Xander giggled and pulled at the nipple-ring again.

�Hurry. Up.� And then the Dark Kitten loped off into the night.

*****

Spike looked at his sire.

�What?� Angel said, sounding a bit defensive.

Spike shook his blonde head and snickered. �Bitten.� And then he snickered again and lit up a smoke.

Angelus growled and tossed the unconscious Riley towards Spike, who smoothly stepped to the left, innocently of course, and watched with amused madness as Riley crashed to the dirt in an ungainly heap. He decided that Riley really wouldn�t be waking up anytime soon. And B-O-Y, when he did, he was gonna be sore as all get-out and a beautiful tapestry of purple/yellow/blue/black background hiding the various bite marks on his body. The only one that Riley really, no *rilly*, didn�t mind was the nice burning bite mark on his dick. There had been no healing saliva, they wanted his dick to heal very slowly, wanted him to remember this every time he had sex with his girlfriend.

Neat, innit.

Spike gave Angel�s glower one of his perfected �what?� looks and then the two burst into laughter.

*****