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.

Riley really, no *rilly*, didn't mind the burning, bite mark on his dick. There had been no healing saliva, Angel and Spike wanted his dick to heal *very* slowly, wanted him to remember their encounter 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.

*****

*****

Angel looked up from where he lay sprawled across the bed. His gaze followed Xander as his boy jittered around the room, before dropping back to the large book he was perusing. Xander continued to fidget around with no apparent goal in mind, simply moving for the sake of moving. He eyed the sprawl of preternatural limbs and felt his pulse quicken. Angel continued to consider the book, flipping the pages and taking in the sublime artwork. The coffee-table volume had been among the books scattered around his lover when he returned to the bookstore where Giles was currently employed. Angel darted surreptitious looks, from where he lay sprawled on the bed, wondering what was wrong with the boy. Angelus stirred as Xander moved near. When he was close enough to the bed, Angel reached out an arm and snagged Xander around his waist.

"Xan, baby, what's the matter?" Angel asked, looking up into Xander's expressive face. Xander wasn't looking at him. Okay he was, but there was no eye contact. Xander's dark gaze was fixed on the strong, pale, limbs. Angel was naked except for the nifty white socks and those ever so complimentary, white cotton briefs. The ones with the contour pouch; hugging Angel's, mouth-watering ass so appetizingly. A very enticing package; a prezzie, un-wrapped so nice and naughtily, just for him, and oh yeah, yelling, screaming with blaring brightness at Xander to come out and play... naughty. Angel blinked as his lover drooled.

:{'What the hell's the matter with the boy?'}:

He turned his head to look back over his shoulder, trying to figure out what had mesmerized Xander.

:{'Oh, okay, I can see that'}: Angel smirked inwardly.

:{'Hmmm, so can I. Too bad I can't fuck that myself.'}: Angelus purred.

Angel experienced that familiar, tingly tightness that always accompanied Angelus when he drew closer. The wave of pheromones rolling off Xander hit him full blast as he turned back to face the youngster. The boy's face was flushed, quirky lips still parted and glistening with the moisture from the languid sweeps of his tongue. The brown of eyes that were black with lust, swirled with need. Angel could hear the blood singing; pulse tapping out a siren call; intricate, rapid percussion. Squirming closer, Angel pressed his nose into the crotch of Xander's, baggy, boxers. He would have sworn that he'd destroyed the hideously colored eye-sores, come to think of it, he had. He recalled Xander saying they were only for sleeping in. Angel had simply smirked, as if. There would be no barriers of any kind between his cock and Xander's ass, except for when they were lounging about, no, not then either. Okay barriers when they went out in public, but only because he didn't want Xander getting some poor stupid cop killed.

:{'And why not?'}:

*blink*

Cotton strained as it was filled beyond its limits with the hardening of Angel's cock. He nuzzled his nose through Xander's and teased the skin of that warm cock with his cool nose. Xander's sigh of pleasure turned into a yelp of discomfort as the vampire's cool hands slid up the leg opening of his shorts and he arched back toward the questing finger. Concerned, Angel removed his hands and rose up on his knees. "Xander?" he questioned. The boy wouldn't meet his gaze. He suddenly became very interested in the quarter-sized areolas of Angel's eraser-nub nipples. He chewed at his lower lip before darting in to claim one. Angel pressed into the wetness of Xander's talented mouth as the boy sucked on his sensitive, puckered flesh like it was a cock. Once again, Angel's hands quested over Xander's lean body, caressing the creamy-gold skin that always felt so silky against the pads of his fingers. His mouth watered as he recalled the taste of Xander's flesh; his sex; his precious, tiny little dark starfish. Xander pressed more firmly against him as Angel palmed his round ass and squeezed gently. When Angel pulled Xander's ass-cheeks apart, the boy hissed. Frowning, Angel pulled back and studied Xander. "What's wrong, Kitten?"

Xander looked away, embarrassed; he then looked back and muttered, "My ass hurts."

:{'And you talk about *me* wearing his ass out,'}: Liberally flavored with indignation.

Internally, Angel growled at his demon; Angelus was laughing his ass off at this particular development. He pulled Xander closer, dipping his head to kiss one of the boy's ever erect, pierced, nipples. Piercing them had been one of his better ideas, there was agreement all around - Angel really liked them; Angelus simply adored them and Xander, well he was no where near shy about voicing his pleasure as his body arched into the tender touch.

*****

Flashback

*****

The evening before, Angel and Xander had finally given the bed a rest; moving their activities into the shower. While Xander lingered in the shower Angel had received a special delivery of high quality, human blood. He was finishing up his meal when Xander exited the bathroom and began to dress. The two had made their way into town, heading toward a restaurant infested section where Xander could appease his healthy appetite. After his meal of burger, fries, a chocolate milkshake and a glass of water topped off with a fudge covered, walnut brownie, the lovers had taken a stroll down Sunnydale's main street. The light from the streetlamps above casting their skin in a soft, yellowish glow as Angel stopped to admire the leather goods displayed in a nearby store window. He cast a considering look at Xander, and then pulled the boy into the store behind him. Inside Angel had outfitted Xander in what the vampire felt was proper attire. There was no need for him to get himself anything since he still had the famous *Leather Pants of Evil*.

:{'Now, aren't you glad I convinced you to hang on to those?'}:

Angel had Xander change into his a set of his new clothing, skintight black leather pants that rode low on his hips, and a leather vest that hung open and barely brushed the top of his waistband. Xander had wanted to wear his sneaker but Angel insisted that he needed boots, that leather absolutely required boots, not even he, the great Angelus, could pull off leather and sneakers, not that he wore the things to begin with - sneakers - and, Angel had that fashion sense where he could pull off almost any and everything.

From the leather store, they began a hunt for just the right pair of boots for Xander. The youngster rejected pair upon pair, stating that they were just too damn heavy or clumpish, until Angel came across the perfect pair. They were soft, calf-length black leather. They reminded Xander of Spike's doc martins except there were no laces running up the front, but there were buckles on the outer sides - five of them, shiny against the deep black. They were light-weight, and just perfect for someone who didn't like feeling as if they had blocks of cement attached to their feet. The butter-soft leather matched his clothing perfectly - it just may have well all come from the same cow - and when Xander tucked the pants legs into the boots, it was impossible to tell where one began or ended.

From the shoe store, the two continued back toward Demon Town, where Angel new of an out of the way ear-piercing establishment. The majority of clients were of demonic nature, so the place had suitable spells to address the pain and healing issues. Angel had the young woman with crimson-torch dyed hair pierce Xander's nipples. He settled on the dentist office, lounge chair with Xander between his legs. He held the boy's shoulders and stroked his belly while whispering sweet nothings in his human's ear as the severely pierced young woman did her job. She fitted Xander with two, perfectly sized, stainless steel nipple rings. The metal glimmered against the darkness of his nipples, which had peaked into hardness and didn't look as if they planned of chilling out any time soon. Miss Walking pincushion explained that he could switch to the barbells, he really wanted, in six to eight weeks and not before then. The finishing touch to Xander's new look had been a choker made of thick, platinum links, resting on the warm skin of his throat.

*****

End Flashback

*****

"And why does your ass hurt, baby?" The vampire purred as he moved to tickle Xander's sensitive earlobe with his tongue.

"Maybe because of that last bath?" Xander muttered in embarrassment, hiding his face in the crook of Angle's neck and shoulder.

:{'Typical little kitten, always in hot water'}:

"And why would your last bath make your ass hurt? I mean, I could see if I had been there with you, pounding into that tight little hole, just the way you like it," Angel husked as his hands moved up to stroke Xander's shoulders and back; down as far as his knees, before returning to his bitable buns.

Xander muttered again and Angel wasn't able to understand his muffled words. He asked Xander to repeat what he'd just said. Xander sighed and finally met his lover's gaze.

"I said, because maybe that bottle of tingly stuff? Fell into the tub... after I fell asleep?"

Angel couldn't help it. He started laughing into Xander's sable locks as the boy hid his face again. Angel cupped his chin and tilted Xander's head so that he could look into his flushed face. He pressed several tiny kisses tenderly against Xander's lips. The boy pressed even closer as Angel crawled backward, luring Xander onto the bed with him. Angel moaned softly as warm arms slipped around his waist, clever fingers tracing patterns across the snug fitting white cotton bun-huggers. Heat on his ass; in his hands. Not just heat, but waves of scorching fire, as Angel experienced Xander's skin against his. "So hot," he murmured.

"Burning up," Xander whimpered.

"Tell me where?" Angel purred.

Xander looked up, his gaze dark and wicked, full of promise. His lips curved as he licked his lips, preparing for the pout, then he whispered, "my asshole." A grin split Angel's mouth.

:{'Mine.'}: Angel-growl

:{"Mine.'}: Angelus-growl

They crowded each other, demon and soul, vying for control, domination.

"Make it better?" Xander cooed. His hands skittered around to Angel's broad chest, worming into the non-existent space between the two bodies. Angel took a deep breath, sucking in his flat stomach. Xander's hands moved southward; a slow journey across the cool expanse of skin, the bumped up abdomen. A finger circled, dipped into his navel; traced the trail of wiry, blackness leading down into the straining white pouch. Xander wrapped his fingers around the thickness, squeezing gently. Angel closed his eyes and shifted his knees further apart, his hips forward. He groaned, panted, as one of his egg-shaped balls was teased from its confinement. The elastic of his briefs dug into his tender flesh as his other nut was teased free on the opposite side. Hot fingers wormed their way between the trapped erection and the flat stomach. Xander gathered up his prize and a handful of white cotton/lycra blend, and began to tug with a steady rhythm.

This time, there was no argument, no struggle. There was sharing, merging, melding together as they/he turned into the kiss Xander's lips begged for. Angel sucked on them, nipping with sharp teeth. His dick jerking violently at the burst of coppery ambrosia in their mouth; Xander's blood always tasted so divinely sweet, rich, precious and pure; dark and heady. Angel dragged his tongue across the tip of one of his fangs and then slipped his tongue back into Xander's mouth. They tumbled to the mattress as Xander began to suck on Angel's tongue intently. The rich burn down his throat spiraled out from the pit of his stomach in icy waves of pleasure that reached down to tease the burn between his buttocks.

Quickly, they helped each other out of their confining underwear and pressed together tightly. Hips rocking gently, cocks sliding salaciously in the film of slippery pre-cum. Soft growls and moans of pleasure. Hands roving freely, delving into secret places as the vampiric blood touched, melded with, and transmuted the intense burn of tightness into something else. A sensation that left him breathless. Xander's world spiraled down to the coolness of Angel's hands on his body. He looked deep into the vampire's eyes and smiled. The gold flecks that normally swirled and flashed within their depths had become a solid band, surrounding and melding with the whisky-amber. The vampiric ridges of his game face were less pronounced, smoother, refining his sharp features even more, as opposed to looking utterly demonic. No longer a mouth full of jaggedly sharp teeth; now smooth polar whiteness, sharper, more defined, fangs, the tips of which pressed sensuously into the full lower lip; hinting at their presence.

"Angelus," Xander breathed in wonder, "Angel," he sighed as his lover pressed urgent kisses to his warm lips, again sucking on the quirky morsels until they were lushly swollen and bruised with the evidence of his desire.

"Alex, love," Angel purred.

"You're..."

"Whole."

"Beautiful."

"Mine," Angel growled and rolled on top of Xander, pressing him down into the mattress.

"Yours," Xander agreed passionately as he spread his legs for his lover and pressed up to meet Angel's body. Angel covering him like this always made him feel weak, safe, desired.

"You're beautiful, Alexander."

"I... I love you, Angel," Xander whispered.

Angel's entire body trembled at the words; a growl tore through him, emerging as a purr underscoring his voice. "I love you too. Mine."

It wasn't what he wanted, but he knew it was what he needed. Xander's little mishap with his champagne bath had left his asshole tighter than tight. Angel could barely manage to get his pinky finger in. The vampire decided it was time to call in the reserves. Having checked the time, Angel realized that he wouldn't have enough leisure to fuck his boy and be on time for his *appointment*.

"Shhh," Angel soothed as he rolled away. He reached for his cell pone and hit the speed dial button for the programmed number he wanted.

"Lo."

"Will?"

"*Spike*, you *pouf*," the blonde snapped into his phone. "Sod all bleeding nancy-boy..."

"Silence, childe," Angel growled, his voice laced with the power of a sire's commanding authority. On his end, Spike's eyes did that anime thing; even Xander paused in his contemplation of his lover's drooling cock. Angelus smirked. "I need you here. Now."

"Fine, what-ev..." Spike swore when the line went dead. He shoved the phone into the inner breast pocket of his black duster, pulled an "Arthur Fonzarellie" hair-smoothing move, and then set off with a grin. Spike had been waiting for this call since his encounter with his sire. Angel had given him the spare key-card with the name and address of their hotel stenciled across the back. Boy was Spike happy to finally be on his way. It was about then that the blonde menace realized he was practically skip-bouncing across the cemetery as he left his crypt. That just wouldn't do! Why, suppose someone witnessed the Big *Bad* skipping about like the pouf?

~Friggin sod that to bloody hell in a hand basket!~

Spike quickly changed his bouncing gait into a stomping swagger. His duster flared and snapped around his muscled legs as he decorously made his way from the moonlit graveyard.

*****

While waiting for his childe to arrive, Angel gave his attention to Xander's ass. The vampire bit into his finger and massaged the bleeding digit against Xander's tight pucker while they shared a deep kiss. Angel broke their kiss long enough to drag his tongue along a fang, opening a good sized gash. He retuned to the intimate task of kissing Xander breathless, allowing him to feed on the powerful blood before pulling away. Angel kept the wound open, allowing the free flowing blood to collect in his mouth while turning Xander over on his stomach and placing a pillow under his hips. Angel spread Xander's firm globe and began to dribble the blood into the smooth valley. He used his thumbs, the thumbs that Xander just loved to ride, to work the thick fluid into Xander's skin. He massaged the tight pucker until he'd dribbled all of the blood into the tight little opening.

Xander moved in slow, languid squirms as his body was manipulated; the feel of Angel's tongue; the soothing burn of vampiric blood-kisses. Angel's tongue lapped up the blood, working it deeper into the relaxing muscle-ring. His hands continued to knead and sooth his boy's hot fleshy globes. He worked Xander, glutting himself on the taste of blood and Xander-chocolate, until the boy could stand no more. Xander came into the pillow, soaking it with his cum. Angel pulled him up on hands and knees, scooping up some of the slimy fluid and smearing it along his long cock. Xander turned to watch avidly as Angel fisted his rod. He crawled around, leaning forward to kiss the drooling head. That was just enough to send Angel over the edge. The vampire quickly flipped Xander back onto his stomach and aimed his spurting cock at Xander's pucker. He milked his pulsing cock until he'd gotten that last drop of cum out. Angel let his fingers return to their play; massaging his jism into Xander's pucker. By the time Spike arrived, Angel had managed to work two fingers into his boy's snapping asshole.

"Is this a private party, or can any bloke play a hand?" Spike leered as he tossed the spare key-card in the general direction of the dresser and slipped out of his duster. He moved to his sire's side, replacing Angel's fingers with his own as his lips were claimed in a possessive kiss of welcome.

"Will, you've come."

"Not yet, I haven't," Spike teased.

"You will. Take care of Xan, you know the rules but have fun you two. I'll be back before sunrise," Angel stated. He stole one more kiss from Spike and then claimed Xander's lips, pricking the soft flesh inside of his lower lip and swirling his tongue around in the dribble of blood. Angel licked his lips as he rolled off the bed. He popped his fingers into his mouth, sucking away the smears of cum and blood coating them. With a lecherous grin and a wink, Angel began to get dressed.

*****

The Sun Cinema was showing "Le Banquet D' Amelia." The late showing had just ended and the few patrons trickled out into the night air. The night before, Buffy had finally managed to catch up to Angel near the campus while wrapping up another boring patrol. Nothing interesting seemed to be happening so she thought she'd drop in on Riley and surprise him. Running into Angel had been a nice little surprise. Of course, Buffy quickly pushed aside her curiosity as to why he'd been there near the frat house where Riley and Graham lived, in favor of the prospect of spending time with the beautifully pale, walking, talking, wet-dream. Somehow beyond his comprehension, Angel had agreed to meet her tonight.

"Well," Buffy said with a mildly flustered quality as she and Angel left the building.

"Well," Angel replied. His dark gaze swept the slayer then quickly moved to consider the strolling humans. Angel suppressed a smirk as he scented Buffy's arousal on the air. She had on some kind of black and pink, print dress; it was fairly ugly, and topped off with an even uglier, fake Channel, pink coat. Her arms were folded under her breast and the vampire just wanted to laugh at her, right up close and personal; in her face.

"That was... very... um, artistic?" Buffy finally managed to get out. She was trying awfully hard not to stare at the tall figure walking on her right, just a step behind. Angel looked so hot in his black slacks and blazer. He had on a light colored, steel-grey, silk shirt - un-tucked, with the top three buttons undone. Buffy admired the thick, links of gold forming a snug chain around his neck. She wondered when Angel had started wearing such bulky jewelry; the choker looked one of those chain-thingies you put on fairly vicious Pit-bulls and Dobermans to keep them from dragging you off down the street when they decided to bite the hell out of some poor sucker. It was made from gold bullion. The blazer's top button was fastened and his chest was nicely displayed when Angel stuck his hands in his pants pockets. What was getting to Buffy was the hint of beard stubble on his pale face. That sexy shadow under Angel's full and slightly pouty lower lip, that for some reason seemed to be yelling to be nuzzled, licked, lavished with attention. Angel's face was somewhat closed, and Buffy liked to think it was because he was concentrating really hard on trying not to notice how sexy she looked tonight. Buffy decided she wouldn't be too hard on Xander when she finally saw him, not if his getting into trouble, again, resulted in Angel showing up.

~Damn but he looks *so* yummy!~

"Yeh," Angel grinned as his sarcasm went over the slayer's head.

"It wasn't what I expected... I mean... I've never actually seen... um, from the title, I thought it was about food," she rushed.

~Okay, now I'm babbling. Please, *no* Buffy-babble.~

"Oh, there was food," Angel drawled. He didn't doubt it had been everything Buffy had expected, even knew why she'd chosen this movie. She was so glaringly obvious. Who did she think she was kidding here? 'Angel, we really need to talk, can we go someplace?' Who goes to a late-night movie to talk?

~Stupid bitch~

"Right, the, the scene with... the... the food."

They continued their casual stroll down the brightly lit street; she'd slowed enough for Angel to be right beside her now. Her steps angled to move them closer, until her shoulder brushed his muscular arm. Angel frowned. After several more yards, Buffy stopped and turned to face her ex-boyfriend. "It's been a long time since I've been to the movies. They've... changed," Angel commented casually.

"I'm sorry," Buffy was using that irritatingly winsome, little girl's voice.

:{'I fucking bet.'}: Angelus whispered. Angel smirked in agreement.

"I just don't like getting you worked up like that," Buffy continued. Hints of 'I'm sexy' trying to creep in and sound seductive. Angel looked off into the sky just behind the slayer's flat, blonde hair, still smirking. "We can't actually do any of those things, you'd loose your soul. Besides, I don't even own a kimono."

Angel grinned at her, openly now. "Hey, Buffy, it's cool, no big."

~Nope, bitch, no big at all. Don't need *you*. Don't *want* you - what the hell was I thinking. Got my dark kitten, and Xander and I *do* all those things, and I'm getting him a kimono as soon as I get the hell away from your simpering ass.~

"Buffy, you shouldn't worry about me," Angel said out loud. The breathy, intimate, quality of his drawling sarcasm was mistaken for sincerity and being slightly flustered.

"I just don't like to rub your nose in it," Buffy sighed, unable to look away from his mouth, his lips were still slightly pouty with swelling from Xander's attentions.

~Oh rub away, Buff, rub away. Don't mind at all, Xander does smell good~

"Buffy, look, its okay, really. I don't need movies to get all worked up. Can pretty much manage without them just fine. Doesn't mean I'm gonna loose control or that I'm really frustrated around you. I mean, it's not like were still together or anything, you know?"

The reminder was ignored. "It doesn't drive you crazy? When we're close?" she wanted him to say 'yes.'

~Yeah, skank-ho, you do drive me crazy, and I should just snap your neck but.~

"Watch this," Angel whispered locking her down with his smoldering gaze. He leaned in and brushed his lips over hers after taking an unneeded breath. He had to really fight hard against the urge to just bite off half of her face, right there on the street. He smirked as her wide gaze locked on his lips when he leaned back, after teasing her with an almost non-existent kiss. "See, safe as houses," Angel smirked. He was thinking about Xander and the scene in the movie where the chick had shaved her cunt in front of her husband's boss. He let images of a Venus 3 razor, scented soap suds and creamy-gold skin, flood his mind as Buffy pressed against him and kissed him for real. Buffy blushed and looked away with a pout as someone shouted, "Hey, look at the lust-bunnies. Get a room!"

Angel gratefully drew away from her, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand as he directed their steps towards the Summers residence. "So, Giles says that Wesley called." She left it hanging.

"And what did Wes say?"

"Wanted to know if anyone had seen you, something about not being able to get hold of your cell."

"Yeh, Cordy got us this cheap package deal with some singular company. We're stuck in this sucky contract."

Buffy nodded. "Wes said something about the place where you found Xander. It was deserted but they found some glass and a silver chain, or something."

Angel's interest was finally peaked. Giles might know something about what kind of amulet it had been and what it had released, or summoned. "I'll speak with Rupert tomorrow evening." They finally reached Buffy's house and Angel forestalled her attempts to kiss him again. "Look, Buffy, this really isn't a good idea. You are with Riley..." Inside, Angelus fell down laughing at the look on the slayers face.

"Right, right, um sorry. I think a cold shower I'm really sorry, Angel, I don't know what is wrong with me tonight." She stepped back and stared at him longingly.

"Its okay, Buffy, I understand. Really." Angel smirked.

:{'Damn! She is *soo* fucking blind! You gotta love it.'}:

Buffy sighed as she watched the vampire vanish down the street. Yep, she had been very lucky to stumble across him. She'd stop by and visit Riley some time tomorrow afternoon.

*****

Angel hadn't done a damn thing for Xander except get him more worked up than he'd been. Oh, well there was the fact that Angel had gotten rid of the pain in his ass, so he couldn't complain too much. Besides, wasn't having his very own catnip factory worth the itchy burn in his ass, especially when he knew he was gonna get that hot itch scratched by something long, lean, and oh so wonderfully cool. Nope, no complaining here. Xander watched as Spike peeled off his shirt and flexed his lithely muscled body. He locked those intense blue/gold eyes on Xander's hot chocolate, brown and smiled invitingly.

"Like what ya see, Pet?"

"Oh yeah," Xander breathed as he watched Spike's pale hands glide over his naked torso, stroking over his ribs. Deft fingers circled the mountain-peaked nipples, eyes watching the pink tongue swipe across parted lips and soft sounds rose. A purring/growl and Xander was instantly rising up from the bed, letting the sheet fall away to reveal his nakedness as he crawled across the bed and nuzzled the blonde's tight crotch. Spike stroked the soft sable locks before sliding his hand under Xander's chin and drawing his face up. He grinned into Xander's lust filled gaze.

"Strip me."

It was a command and Xander responded instantly. He grabbed a surprised Spike by the shoulders and handled up into the warmth of the sheets. Spike blinked up at Xander's smug smile. Then he closed his eyes as Xander's tongue traced the path his own fingers had taken, sliding down below the waistband of his low-slung jeans. Then Spike's mouth was falling open as the Kitten pounced, for real. In a flash, Spike's jeans were bunched around his ankles, he looked down the bed to see Xander kneeling over his legs and tugging the jeans the rest of the way off. Xander's feline sensuousness presented the vampire with a mouth-watering view of the boy's round little ass, his smooth shaved round little ass!

Ohh buddy, Spike couldn't wait to get at it but Xander was again crawling up the bed and nuzzling the cool silk of Spike's balls, his tongue, wet and hot lapped at the dark-blonde silk-spun curls surrounding the base of Spike's aching cock. He fought not to move as Xander flicked his tongue along the length of his dick; his demon was very close to the surface and he could smell Xander's needy arousal. It fueled his, the need to savor the gift his sire had given him. Spike was honored that Angel had asked him to stay with Xander while he 'talked' with Buffy. Who the hell went to the late showing at the cinema to friggin talk? But Spike didn't really care, right now all he cared about was just lying there and experiencing the sensations washing through him as Xander coaxed him closer and closer to producing that hallucinogenic cum that acted upon Xander like catnip. Maybe they should call it Xander-nip; yeah that was way much better sounding now, wannit? Then those talented, warm, lips wrapped around the head of his cock and literally pulled his orgasm from his howling body.

When his milking ceased to produce anymore cum, Xander went back to gently lapping at the sensitive skin, capturing the last glisten of pearly fluid. Spike felt like he'd actually melted on the inside, his bones felt watery and he wasn't sure if he'd be able to move any time soon, if at all. Xander didn't seem too concerned; he was riding the rollercoaster this latest batch of Spike-nip had sent his brain on. He couldn't make himself move from between those tightly muscled marbled thighs of ivory. Xander settled down, tucking his legs under him in a casual, feline manner. He purred contentedly as the tumescent member began to stir, responding to his gentle coaxing. Spike moaned as he felt his cock begin to swell again. He was stretched out across the center of the bed, spread-eagle. Well he would have been if he didn't have his arms folded behind his blonde head, but he did still have his eyes closed; couldn't even think about trying to open them just yet, as Xander moved from his light teasing attention into hardcore cock sucking. His head bobbed up and down as he wrapped his lips and tongue around Spike's now fully hard shaft. Spike's knees bent, his toes dug into the tangles sheets as he arched up into the hot wetness of Xander's mouth. Spike's lusty gaze locked on the ballooning of Xander's cheeks as he sucked hungrily. Spike thought the intense suction would have torn his cock right off if Xander had been anything other than human. As it was, it was quickly becoming more than Spike could handle and he had to literally force Xander OFF his dick.

"Dick hungry much, Pet?"

"All the time wolf-boy."

"Hey! Don't be insulting me like that," Spike growled as he flipped the grinning boy over on his back and straddled him. Xander struggled, bucking up against Spike, wiggling frantically with the need to not be dominated like this, not yet at least, there was still much fun to be had and Xander wanted to really enjoy this. Now he knew he could get to Spike in a way he'd never done with Angel. His lover continued to be an enigma and was even more unfathomable now that his soul and demon had come together in recognition of their claim on the mortal. "'M not Red's little lapdog," Spike hissed.

Xander grinned, "Of course not, fang jr. White Wolf. You're cunning, like a wolf; dangerous and worse cuz wolves are very intelligent creatures."

Xander would have most likely gone on with the deluge of Xander-babble, but Spike put a stop to that by covering Xander's mouth with his own. Xander responded by sliding his tongue into Spike's cool mouth. He could taste smoke, alcohol; *Spike*. It was intoxicating and Xander lost himself in the taste of his White Wolf, the cool strength of his limbs as Spike wrapped himself around Xander and sucked on his tongue. The interplay rolled back and forth between mouths, cool and warm; cool hands moved over warming skin as Xander's need and hunger were stroked another level higher. Xander squirmed, moving like the flow of water over the rocks of a riverbed that was Spike. He wrapped his legs around the vampire as Spike sucked on his lip, his anus twitched and the burn intensified as Spike agitated the pinpricks his lover had made on the inside of his lower lip. The blood trickled and Spike's demon strained at the leash as the rich thickness painted his tongue in coppery fire. He had to struggle not to let the demon out; his sire would kill him if he bit Xander without permission. Angel might share, but he wasn't sharing that. So Spike took what he could get and sucked on that lip for all he was worth; adding to the swelling. His stroking turned into clawing, leaving four scratches from each lean shoulder, down to the tight rise of Spike's pale ass. Spike was jerked back to himself at the initial sting, enough to release Xander's lip and raise his head. The mild sting grew deep, spreading under his skin like wildfire as he watched Xander bring his hands to his mouth and lick his fingers clean of Spike's blood.

Spike growled. Xander growled back. It was muffled by his fingers, but Spike heard it none the less.

"Oi, so ya wanna *play*, huh, whelp?" Spike used his incredible speed and strength to flip Xander over, smack his ass, and then flip him back again.

"Ow!" Xander pouted at him. Spike thought he looked out right pretty with his swollen lips dotted with blood. Xander glowered up at Spike. The vampire just grinned back. "You hit me, that hurt."

"Yeah, and you scratched me, Pet." Spike tapped Xander's nose in teasing admonishment. "Bad Kitten." The blonde grabbed Xander's hand and sucked his fingers into his mouth.

"Bad puddy tat," Xander purred as he wrapped himself around Spike.

"Yeh, that. Bad pussy cat," Spike muttered as he pressed himself against Xander, enjoying the heat of the limbs winding tightly around him. Spike's blonde head dipped again, his pink tongue sliding against Xander's lips. They parted. Spike slipped in and groaned as Xander's finger's raked across his scalp. The pressure was bordering on drawing blood and Spike's cock jerked and drooled. He worked his hands under Xander, grasping his squirming ass, smoothing in the sheen of sweat.

"Ummm," Xander moaned, "bad pussy, you spank it Spikey?"

"Wot?"

Xander twisted under the vampire, when he settled he was on his stomach. Xander jerked his hips back against Spike, hands pulling his buttocks apart so he could trap the pale dick between his tanned buttocks. Spike's cool phallus felt really nice against his shaved skin. When he had the vampire exactly where he wanted him, Xander did that flutter thing, his pucker nibbled Spike's cock. The vampire growled and dug his hips into Xander.

"Yesss," the boy hissed. "Bad pussy. Spank it, Spikey, spank the bad pussy."

And baby, let me tell ya, Spike spanked that ass like he'd never spanked another. Getting caught up in the game was easy. Spike let go, morphing into his demonic visage. He pulled himself up on his knees and gripped his cock with a firm grip around the base.

*SMACK*

Cock flesh met ass-lips.

*SMACK*

Xander purred louder, panting and squirming with abandon; fluttering frantic pucker-kisses on the cool, silken, spike when the vampire rubbed his length back and forth across Xander's frantically needy hole.

*SMACK*

"Oh yeah, Pet, gonna spank that bad-pussy real good," Spike promises.

*SMACK*

"Hard?"

"Harder."

*SMACK*

"Harderest. And Fast."

"Harderest? Not a real word pet."

"And this is important because?"

*SMACK* *SMACK*

"'S not. Just thought I'd mention it in passing. Harderest." Spike popped the head of his cock into the gripping hole.

"Fasterest." He slammed his hips forward. The bed creaked. Xander moaned in delight.

"More."

"Tight." Spike hissed as he pulled back and thrust forward again.

"Again!" Xander howled when the cock-head jolted his prostate. He clawed at the sheets and thrust back, needing to be impaled deeper. "Don't. Stop." It became a chant.

"Pushy git."

"Shut. Up. And fuck me. Dick. Dick. Gimme *all* the dick!" Xander yelled as Spike picked up his tempo.

Their sex was just this side shy of being *violent* as the two tried to ride each other down into exhaustion and submission. The fuck-battle spanned the width and breadth of the super sized king bed - pillows got torn, feathers littered the room, sheets were pulled from the mattress, one came away with a rent down the center. The bed moved across the carpeted floor a full five inches. It was one of those *heavy*, wooden affairs. Heavy enough that the headboard left dents in the wall plaster.

And then finally, the animalistic lovers reached their limit and fell into exhausted orgasm. They collapsed in a stick, sweaty, boneless heap of quivering flesh.

"All nice and spanked out now," Xander purred as he drifted.

"Bad pussy spanked good," a sleepy Spike agreed. He didn't' even have enough energy to stretch after letting his softening cock slip free of Xander's greedy clutches.

"Good puddy tat?"

"Yeah, Pet, very good puddy tat."

"You like puddy tat now?"

"Yep."

"Good," Xander grinned, "you kiss puddy now?"

*****

Angel entered the hotel and made his way to the top floor where their room was located. He slipped his key-card into the slot next to the door; there was a soft click as the lock disengaged. The door swung gently inward from the soft nudge as he stepped into the suite. Angel leaned against the closed door and gazed around, taking in his surroundings. He really didn't like Sunnydale all that much and was thinking it was time to relocate, especially with Buffy trying to get into his pants. Angel new that wouldn't last much longer, not once she found out what they'd done to her boyfriend. And fuck Giles. Oh, wait, they did him already huh? Angel smirked at the thought. So fuck what he might know. Suddenly, Angel didn't' really care all that much about the amulet anymore. He was thinking that yeah, it was time to move on, gather up his Childe and his boy and head back to LA, get the hell away from the Hellmouth that was forever spouting mindless babble of Buffy-isms. The hunky vampire stood and regarded the two naked figures, sprawled so nicely across the large bed, and decided he liked the sight. It felt absolutely right, a perfectly balanced formula - Xander, Spike, a bed, and nakedness. The only thing missing was him, Angel, naked of course, and snuggled between the two sleeping men. His boys, his family; Childe and Mate.

~Alex - mate, Will - childe. Both, mine~

Soul and demon agreed as one. Wrapping themselves tightly together, intermingling in an un-breakable embrace.

Angel let his amber-whiskey gaze drink up their nakedness, their smells making the air fragrant. It smelled damned good, mouthwateringly smooth; thick with the richness of blood taint. A tiny growl escaped the vampire as he moved toward the bed, drawn by the faint smell of blood and the chocolate-drop gaze of his boy. He settled on the edge of the bed and drew Xander close, settling his boy in his lap. Xander reached up to stroke the side of his face and Angel caught the tiny flecks of dried blood under the boy's nails. He looked over at the blonde, sleeping on his stomach and noted the faint redness of scratches running down Spike's back. Satisfied with the knowledge that the blood didn't belong to Xander, that Spike hadn't taken any liberties and bitten his mate, Angel brought Xander's hand to his mouth. He sucked on the warm fingers, pulling them into his mouth one at a time, where he swirled his tongue around and around, moistening them and capturing the minute traces of blood. Xander hummed happily and squirmed in his lap. He watched as Angel reached out and ran his free hand lightly down Spike's pale back, brushing the scratches he'd made in his enthusiasm for the sleek blonde.

"What happened?" Angel questioned after releasing the last finger. He licked the palm of Xander's hand, his intent gaze holding the boy like nothing else could.

"Nothing," Xander promised innocently. He gave Angel the expression that went along with the implied innocence - #13.4 - wide eyes and guilelessly, tremulous smile. Too back his nekkid glory made him look more like a debauched angel than an innocent little boy.

"Really? Then why are there scratches on my childe? Blood under your nails? Did Spike hurt you?" Angel demanded.

"No," Xander assured him as he twisted in the vampire's lap so they were face to face. "Spikey said bad puddy-cat."

"Was that before or after you scratched him?" Angel teased, cutting of the response with a deep tongue-kiss.

"After the scratching, but before the spanking."

"Spanking?" Angel growled as Xander trailed kisses along his jaw.

Xander licked Angel's ear, nibbled and bit gently, "Spike spanked the bad pussy," Xander breathed as Angel's hands trailed up and down his back.

"He did, did he?"

"Um-hm," Xander murmured as he slid his hands inside of the grey silk shirt. His fingers sought out the eraser-nub nipples. Angel sighed as Xander rubbed them between forefinger and thumb. He reached out and stroked Spike's pale ass while Xander worked on getting him out of his clothing. Xander hated having barriers between him and Angel's skin as much as the vampire did.

Angel thought things couldn't be going any better, as his two lovers divested him of his clothing. The dark haired vampire was exactly where he wanted to be - naked - between his two boys. Spike and Xander crawled the length of his hard body. His favorite childe and his mate had Angel stretched out on the bed between them. He was in the exact same position Spike had been in earlier, only Angel had two greedy mouths roaming his body. He had two pair of hands and lips, two tongues, teasing and tasting him. Angel looked down the length of his body where his boys knelt on either side of his spread thighs. They shared his cock and balls between them with an easy, mutual pleasure goal. To please the man they now had at their mercy; Spike and Xander's lips met, kissing around the hard shaft of Angel's pulsing cock. Their tongues slithered together, against one another, as they lapped at Angel's balls.

Desperate ready for more, Angel took control of things. He rose up and pulled Spike from the bed. Spike plastered his back along his sire's body, rubbing his ass against the throbbing cock pressing against him. Xander crawled forward and latched onto Spike's cock again. Angel pulled him away after several minutes and bent Spike over the bed. Xander straddled Spike's back, facing his mate. Angel claimed his lips while they palmed Spike's ass, pulling the pert cheeks apart for Xander's lube coated fingers to toy in the pink opening. Angel rubbed his cock against their flesh as Xander's fingers slipped in and out of Spike's icy-hot hole until the blonde was growling and begging for more. Angel presented his cock and Xander applied a thin coat of lube to the dusky fuck-stick. He stroked Angel several times for good measure and then place the head of Angel's cock against the puckered center of Spike's pink rosette. Angel waited until Xander was standing behind him, hands on his ass as Angel slowly sank into Spike's tight hole.

The blonde hadn't enjoyed a decent shag since the last time his sire had plumbed his depths. His body remembered Angelus' touch and shuddered at the re-awakening of sensations and emotions that had lain dormant for too many years to count. In that moment, Spike was more grateful to Xander than anyone could possibly fathom. Angel's cock found his joy-button. Spike's vision bled away into red-tinged gold as his sire gripped his narrow hips and swung his ass in tight circles while grinding his cock in deeper, wedging it firmly against the nerve-nodule deep inside. Spike would have been howling in sheer pleasure, right about now, if not for the considerable length of Xander's cock stroking the back of his throat.

Spike gargled around Xander's shaft, sending vibrations up the turgid length of hot flesh. His hands gripped Xander's hips, slid around to shape the boy's addictive ass, and fondle the warm flesh as Xander fucked his mouth.

"Oh yeah, take it all," Xander moaned as Spike deep throated him.

Angel stopped, holding still. His cock pulsed with an icy-heat against Spike's nerve-node. His golden gaze locked on his two boys. Their abandon in the pleasure they were experiencing, causing, sharing wrapped around Angel and held him mesmerized by the decadent display. Spike allowed Xander's cock to slip free, he swiped his tongue around the purpled crown.

"More," he whined, arching his ass for Angel. The older vampire grinned and palmed the pale globes.

"Stick it up in the air." He began to long-dick Spike. "Come one, arch that back, baby," Angel crooned. "Yeahhhh, ummm soo goooodd, Will." Angel was loosing himself in the cold cling of his childe's frost inner walls. Spike threw his head back and howled, like a snow wolf baying at the moon as he rode the stroking waves of melting heat. Angel pulled his ass-cheeks wide apart on the back stroke so he could watch the glistening pinkness clinging to his cock before pushing back into Spike's open hole.

An arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him up off the bed so Xander could turn his body and stretch out on his back - head under the blondes oozing cock. They were in classic 69 position.

"Ooh yeah, good cock," Spike crooned before diving into Xander's fragrant groin while Angel stroked him loser and loser.

Angel fought the pull as Spike's magical hole tried to suck him in completely. He dug his bare toes into the thick carpet as he braced himself and increased his tempo. Xander's tongue was everywhere, like magic, being in more places than one at the same time - licking Angel's balls, Spikes squirming sack; lapping at the edible cum-stick as it slid in and out of Spike's slippery tightness. Gobbling up Spike's cum-sack and sucking until the vampire thought the boy might actually manage to suck the orbs through the tight skin. He rode Angel's cock, sucked Xander's dick, finger-fucked the boy's hot asshole. And the cycle went on until they were panting, grunting, moaning and groaning; the sounds filled the large room with a symphony of awe inspiring magnitude as they reached blistering completion. Bodies stiffened. Vision flared, glared, blurred and faded altogether. Minds lost any grip on coherent thought as fangs pierced skin and blood flowed freely, staining lips, tongues and teeth - running down chins, wrists.

A mixture of howls signaled their completions as the cum spilled forth and was consumed along with the blood, and it was two sated vampires who expended the last of their energy gathering up the discarded bedding; licking their human clean before collapsing in a tangle of limbs. Two dark heads nestled on the same pillow, one mass of blonde waves spilling across the desert-dusk of a sire's broad chest. Contented purring filled the room, lulling the three into the embrace of satiated sleep.

*****
tbc