Lick Summer Love - Hanoi Rocks

I can see by the way you walk you've never been with a man before
And I can see by the way that you look at me
That you'd sort of like to try it with me
I've got some news for you baby, I think your time has come
Hot, hot news for you honey, this time I won't let you run
One of these nights, one of these hot summer nights
I will be calling on you, will you come?
you can't resist me
The damage has to be done
You've got to come right in you better come right in
And I'll come deep in where no one's ever been
Come right in you better come right in
Lonely days, lonely nights made me think I'll never ever survive
I've got to get you for any price, I can't get you off my mind
How hard I try
I'll be your guardian angel, I'll never let you down
I'm maybe a total stranger but I'll get you in the long run
You've got to come right in...
If you try me once you'll come running for more
One of these nights, one of these crazy, crazy nights
I'll lick the sweet summer sweat from your hips
You may not like it yet but I bet you'll get wet
It'll be worth every tear you've shed
Baby, come right in you better come right in...

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"C'mon in." Spike says as he opens the door to Xander. He notes the alcohol and desire burning off the boy's skin.hell; even a human could smell that.

Xander stands for a moment on the threshold, gazing in open admiration at the demon before him. Xander gapes a bit; he can't remember Spike ever looking so.so.hot. The blonde isn't wearing a shirt, and he is leaning carelessly against the doorway, faded blue jeans slung low on his hips. His pelvic bones visible through the tight jeans, abdominal muscles flexing under pale skin.

Xander realizes his mouth is open and he is ogling Spike. His eyes snap up to amused blue ones. Xander is expecting a scathing comment from the vampire, but is surprised instead to hear Spike offer, "Grab a seat.can I get you something to drink, mate?"

Xander nods mutely, then thinks better of it, "No.thanks, I think I've had enough."

At this Spike smirks, "Yeah, I gathered as much.just bein' polite."

Xander mumbles as he walks towards the couch in the living room, "Right.polite Spike. I'm in the Twilight Zone. Any minute now, Rod Serling is going to step out and be polite too."

Spike trails behind him, "What was that, Pet? Talkin' to yourself? You 'ave 'ad a bit too much. Sit down.take a load off."

Xander sits a little stiffly on the large comfortable couch, "Wow.pretty nice place you guys have here." Mentally cursing himself for his lame powers of conversation.

Spike laughs, "Yeah.not exactly yer mum and dad's basement.but I can tie you to the chair.for old time's sake, like." Relaxing a bit, Xander laughs with him.

Spike looks closely at the boy, "So Xander.how did things go with soldier-boy? He was a little.upset when we left you."

Xander freezes up a bit at the memory of Riley, but answers, "He, uhm.he went a little postal on me. Got in one good punch before I stopped him with my stomach."

Spike's eyes take on a dangerous glow; "He hurt you?"

Confused by the concern, Xander stutters a reply, "N-no. Not really. I - He.well, he's left town. I have that effect on people."

Sensing Xander to be physically unhurt, Spike dismisses this conversation and sits on the coffee table in front of the youth, "So. Why are you here, Xander? What do you want?"

Xander blinks at the man leaning towards him and answers, "Right now?"

Spike replies, "Yeah, now's a good time."

Xander's voice slips to a whisper, but he doesn't break the demon's gaze, "You."

Spike grins, "Well, that's a good thing. Good t'know what ya want. How 'bout I get you a cuppa, though?"

Xander frowns, "I don't really want any coffee or, uhm tea, Spike."

Spike face loses the smile, "Yeah, well I want you to be sober enough to understand what ya just said t'me." With that he stands and walks towards the kitchen, noting that Xander has followed him.

As the blonde moves to make the coffee, the boy takes a stool at the counter. Drawing in a deep breath he says, "I understand what I said Spike. It's all I've been thinking about."

Spike turns to the boy; "While you've been drinking." he sniffs the air, "Whiskey. That'll do that to a person. I just want to be sure why you're here. I want you to be sure."

Xander gratefully accepts the steaming cup when it is offered, "Sorry. It's been a long fucked up day.even for me. If you want, I'll just finish this and leave. The rent's paid on Riley's place for a few more days."

Spike circles around the counter until he is standing next to Xander, "Did I say I wanted you to leave, Pet?"

Xander peers down into his coffee, looking for answers, "No."

"Then don't assume ya know what I'm thinkin.'"

Still not raising his eyes, Xander asks, "What are you thinking?

Spike lifts the boy's chin with one hand until brown eyes are focused on his, "I'm thinking yer goin' to want to be sober for this night too." Pausing a moment, "Am I right?"

Xander swallows hard, his voice husky; "Yeah.I think you are."

Spike nods in response, his hand moving down to stroke the outside of Xander's thigh. Xander absently licks his lips, which doesn't escape the demon's attention. "Drink up. Angel's in the shower, he'll be down in a bit."

Xander laughs nervously, "Funny.I never think about you guys doing such.normal stuff."

Spike leans in, his face inches from Xander's, "Yeah, Ducks, we do all sorts of stuff. Now finish yer fuckin' coffee, boy!"

Xander's eyes widen, but he moves back to the counter to slurp down the now-tepid liquid. He sits still for a moment, taking in his surroundings, calming himself before he turns back to the vampire; "Thanks.I'm feeling more like myself now."

As Spike's hand moves from the human's outer thigh in, he whispers, "Right then. Let's see how your self feels." He smiles as his hand cups Xander's growing erection, "I'd say ya felt pretty good. Now let's see if we can make you feel better." He moves his mouth until it hovers over the boy's. His senses picking up the scent of coffee and whiskey, and puts out a tentative tongue.to taste.

Xander gasps at the touch of cool tongue, then at the feel of blunt teeth pulling on his lower lip, sucking insistently. The boy opens his mouth and finds a cool body pressed into his, strong arms wrapped around him as Spike sucks on his tongue. So different from Angel, he thinks, but very very good. Xander responds, kissing fiercely, his hands moving out to grab Spike's hips and yanking them towards his own.

Spike laughs into the kiss, pulling back, "Eager. Like that." He smiles seductively as he takes Xander's hand, pulling it up, and presses a finger to his lips. Slowly, his lips part, and he pulls the digit into his mouth, tongue wrapping around it as he thrusts the warm finger in and out of his mouth.

Xander gasps, "Oh God!" as he watches Spike slurp and suck at his finger.

Spike pulls the finger out with a wet plop, "What d'ya say, Pet? Ready to go see Angel?"

Xander manages to get out a "Yes!" as he stares in lust at the blonde devil.

Spike guides the boy up the stairs, his hands roaming over the warm body, his mouth moving over the human's neck, stopping to lick against his jugular. Xander stumbles, guided by the body behind him, and his desire for what.no for who awaits him.

Angel looks up, towel wrapped around his hips, as the two appear in the doorway. His Childe's hand is moving pointedly over the bulge in Xander's pants, the boy is breathing hard, his eyes focused on the sight before him. "Undress him." Angel commands.

Spike replies, "With pleasure, Sire." As the blonde's nimble fingers work on the button and zipper of Xander's pants, the boy eagerly toes off his shoes, moving to pull his shirt off. In moments, he is standing naked before Angel, his eyes never leaving the gaze of the man in front of him.

Angel walks towards the boy, a hand reaching out to caress his face, "What is it you want, Childe? Tell me."

Without guile, Xander simply looks down at the towel wrapped around Angel's hips. Angel smiles, "You want to see that?"

Hungrily, the boy licks his lips and nods. The vampire takes Xander's hand, placing it on the edge of the towel allowing the boy to pull it down on his own. The towel drops to the floor, and Angel offers, "Do you want to touch me?" The boy's eyes widen at the sight of the vampire's obvious arousal.

He's torn between fascination over the hardened uncut cock jutting from Angel's groin, 'Oh my God, he's HUGE!', and trepidation over the memory of being unmercifully stretched by that same shaft.'Oh my God, he's REALLY huge!' Unable to control himself, Xander moves his shaking hand forward, looking in question at Angel, "I - I don't really know what to do."

Angel continues caressing his cheek, "Don't think. Just do what you like."

Xander steps forward, his hand reaches out to grasp Angel's erection. He begins to tentatively stroke and sighs, "I like this."

The dark demon's smiling lips move to the boy's ear, his tongue licking softly, "I like this too."

Xander gasps as he feels the naked form of Spike pressed behind him. His head falls back as Spike's mouth works its' way across his shoulder, nipping and kissing. He hears the blonde's voice in his ear, "We're gonna show you what your first time should have been."

Xander turns his head to pull the blonde demon's mouth into a warm, wet kiss. He feels a sudden loss as Angel slips from his fingers, but his body thrills at the sensation of Angel's form sliding down to his knees before him. There is a sharp intake of breath as Xander feels Angel's tongue probing around his tightening sac, "God!"

Spike's hands move over the boy's torso, "Like that? It gets better." His fingers move to pinch the boy's nipples, pulling them into hardened nubs and Xander moans loudly.

Angel speaks against the silken skin, "Sweet cherry."

Spike laughs softly, "Yeah.maraschino all the way."

Xander's mind reels with the pleasure of the two mouths and two sets of hands roaming over his body, and his knees begin to buckle. Spike's arms move to wrap around Xander's chest, and he pulls him tight.

Xander lets out a low groan as he feels Angel's cool wet tongue, licking the underside of his throbbing cock. Hips thrust forward urging, pleading with the vampire to take him in. The dark demon places two hands on either side of the boy's hips, stilling him as he brings his mouth over the glistening tip, blowing on it gently. The moans above him grow louder as he pulls Xander's rigid member into his mouth.

"That's it, Pet, I'll bet you taste sweet." Spike's honey voice tickles in his ear. Xander is beyond words, thrilling at the sucking, laving attention on his member. He looks down in wonder at the dark head skillfully moving over his cock, watching his length disappear into Angel's mouth, and reappear slick and wet.

Pulsing even harder, his head falls back against Spike's shoulder, and the words tumble out of his breathless mouth, "Fuck me!"

Spike removes one supportive hand, and curls his fingers into the tousled hair, drawing the warm lips towards him, "Oh, I will, boy." And he drives his tongue into Xander's eager mouth, allowing the youth to suckle on it, as his body shivers under Angel's ministrations. The hand moving in Xander's hair, relaxes its' grip and moves down to the front of his body. Slim fingers brush Angel's cheek, and he looks up into the blue eyes of his Childe. Spike's eyes flash with desire, "Best not to wear him out too soon. Let's move this to the bed, luv."

The movement across the room to the bed hardly registers with Xander, his senses are preoccupied with the hands still stroking him, and he somehow finds himself lying on soft sheets, two hard bodies pressed into his. He writhes on the bed while two mouths feed across his warm skin. He is no longer aware which mouth or which set of hands are probing.stroking.caressing.licking.sucking. He only knows that he has NEVER felt this hot.this desired before.

His skin feels as though it's on fire, and nothing can possibly cool him except the exquisite feeling of the chilled flesh moving against his own. Lying on his side, he opens his eyes to find Angel facing him, his large hands skillfully working over the burning between his thighs. Angel's broad chest flexing with each practiced stroke, tongue absently flicking out to wet his lips, "I want to watch you come for me, Xander. Come for me so I can taste you."

"Feels so. ahhh, Angel." Xanders' thoughts are running together, his eyes closed so he can more clearly focus on the sensations. 'Angel wants to taste me, need to come for him, he's in front, so that means Spike's in back, and that must be Spike's mouth licking and sucking torturously down my back, and over my ass, and now he's . Oh My God, he's. Oh My God, his tongue is there.'

"Lift your knee, Pet. Put it on Angel, so I can reach you."

A whimper escapes Xander's quivering lips 'I have to move. Fuck, what did he want me to move again? Move, body! You traitor! Move so we can get to the good stuff! Wait, this is the good stuff. It gets better than this, that's what he said. In that sexy British accent, it just rolled off his tongue, that tongue I just want to suck on for days. I want to suck it. no; I don't want to suck it, because if I was sucking it, I couldn't feel him doing this. And this is so. ahh. God, why isn't everyone doing this? Oh, Angel's taking care of the moving problem, cause I can't do it. I think he knows. What did Angel want me to do again?'

One leg draped over Angel's hip, Spike moves his head lower to the puckered entrance, sliding his moist tongue along the crease, and probing slightly into the opening. Spike snakes one hand between the two bodies to find his Sire's pulsing erection. Angel shifts down, so the blonde demon can access him with ease, still pumping rhythmically at Xander's weeping cock. Spike continues his decadent tonguing, intermittently moving to mouth the glossy tip of his Sire's shaft, collecting its' wetness and transferring it to Xander's ravenous passage. Behind the youth's lids, he can see completion like an elusive shadow moving before him, calling him to follow.

"You're there Xander, just let go. Come for me, I need to taste you. Come in my hands, Childe." Angel's intoxicating voice seeps into the youth, moaning loudly, his back arching forward, he reaches the shadow and lets free pulsing streams of viscous fluid, coating the dark vampire's hand. His body rocking against the fist, Angel prolongs the sensation by pinching and dragging his fingers with each quivering tremor.

Sated, Xander relaxes to lie on his back and watches as Angel moves over him pushing the blonde flat, and spreading the sticky wetness down Spike's chest. The dark vampire hovers over the blonde, and begins to lick and kiss his way through the succulence, effectively cleansing Spike with his tongue.

The purring reverberating through their chests, Xander takes in the wholly erotic sight. The way their hands move intuitively over one another, caressing and rubbing, pressing into the flawless flesh and encouraging the muscles beneath. "My beautiful boy, my sweet William." The whispers falling from Angels' lips shoot straight to the boys' groin, his hardness rekindled with the sights and sounds. He views Angel covering Spike's body, hands, mouths, flesh on flesh. Ceremonial worship, ancient eyes fasten together in reverence and devotion. He cannot help but be awestruck by such a primal scene.

"My love, my William. My Master, my boy."

"Yours, Sire."

"Mine." Angel dips his head, placing his lips against Spike's neck, as Spike mirrors his movements by placing his own against Angel's. In an instant, they are carefully sliding their razor sharp fangs into one another, filling their mouths with the others' essence. Two Masters feeding in a formal liturgy, existence passing between them, renewing their history, their bond. Hips gently rocking, erections pressing rhythmically together, the veneration with which they handle eachother does not escape Xander's attentions.

"You're beautiful." The voice interrupts the two vampires suckling, as they both turn to face the youth, sitting propped up on the pillows, distractedly stroking his marble hard shaft.

Spike lets out a small chuckle "Looks like we forgot our manners. We do have a guest to attend to, Sire."

"Aye, William. That we do." Angel lifts himself from Spike's body, allowing the smaller vampire to move freely.

Spike places himself in a sitting position next to Xander on the pillows. "Right then, Pet. You ready to start?"

"S-start?"

"Cor, Childe! You didn't think that was the main event, did you?"

"Well, I . I guess. I just."

"You did, didn't you!?"

Looking rather flustered, Xander drops his head, his cheeks flushed. Spike drapes an arm around Xander's shoulders, and Angel moves to cup his face in his hand. "Xander, that was just. foreplay. Relax Childe, William and I will take care of everything. You just do what feels good."

"I mean. I want to. to do, like you guys. I just don't really know. how."

"You tell us what you want to try, Pet. And we'll tell you how."

Xander glances down at the hardness pressing against the blonde's stomach. "You want to touch my William, Childe?"

"Yes." Xander manages.

"Slide down here, and take him in your hand." The boy moves himself between Spike's thighs, placing his head on Spike's stomach and reaches his hand around the beautiful glistening cock.

Angel's hand cups around Xander's, and begins guiding it in up and down strokes. "He likes it like this" Angel offers, as he pulls the foreskin back in an arcing movement.

"Ahhh, Gods!" Spike's encouraging moans please the boy, and urge him to explore a little further on his own.

"Like this?" The boys' hand repeats the curving motion.

Spike throws his head back, whispering "cherry. so sweet, Gods. so sweet."

"He likes it, Xander. You're doing well, lad."

"Can I.?"

"Can you what, Xander? You want to taste William?"

"Mm-hmm" Xander can't hide the look of utter desire on his face, tongue slipping out to lick his lips in anticipation.

Strong hands work their way into Xander's hair, and down along the nape of his neck. "Then take him in your mouth, boy."

Without hesitation, Xander leans down and swipes his tongue along the slit, licking away copious amounts of precum, startled at lack of taste, but the presence of some sort of power.

A hiss from above confirms that Spike is still finding pleasure in his actions. "Ahhh, Sire. if you could feel."

"Tell me, Will. Talk to me, I need to hear you."

"So sweet, his touch is so sweet."

"Open your mouth Xander, let him in." Xander responds immediately, filling his mouth with the slick member.

"GODS!" The warmth surrounding him, Spike calls on every last bit of restraint to keep from thrusting deeply into the dampness.

"Easy William, he's not like us."

"Yes, Sire. He's so. warm."

"Aye, I'm sure he is."

Xander's mouth continues working the twitching muscle, letting his tongue slip between the foreskin and the tip, pressing tenaciously against the rim. "Oh FUCK Xander! Where'd you learn that?!" Grinning around the cock, Xander can feel Angel moving his hands over his back, rubbing deeply into the tense muscles. Strong fingers kneading into his waist, and down along his buttocks, to firm thighs and straining calves, lightly brushing the instep of his feet, then nothing. His head dipping down and then up, he tries to take as much of the flesh into his mouth as possible, while an inquisitive hand reaches to softly stroke at Spike's tightened sac.

"Harder." The choked response from above him further advances his need to pleasure the demon. His fingers press harder into the flesh, rolling the sensitive tissue around, and his head plunges further, pressing his cheek against the course curls at the root. "Oh. Fuck. Me. Pet! You are a quick learner!"

The bed sinks as Angel returns to his previous attentions, once again pressing his fingers deeply into the form below him. This time, the digits are slick, no friction, moving fluidly around the boys muscles, caressing the pale globes of Xander's perfect and round ass. His fingers press slightly at the dip of his back, and trail along the crease, leading him to . "Ahhh, god!" Xander releases Spike from his lips, and presses his face into the demon's stomach. One finger gently circles the perineum, tapping lightly on the opening and swirling around the entrance in enticing patterns.

"Good then, Pet?"

"Mmph." Xander replies.

"Gets better." Xander's eyes shoot up to Spike's as he feels Angel slip inside. "Shhh, s'okay. I'm right here." Spike brings a comforting hand down to Xander's chin, caressing lightly.

"'Kay-keep talking, please." Xander begs.

Spike bends down, as far as his body will allow "You like my voice, luv?"

"God Yes!" Xander confesses.

"Mmm, right then. What would you like me to say?"

"Tell me what he's doing."

"Ah-huh, want me to talk you through it?"

"Please"

"Don't be frightened, Xander. He won't hurt you. Just relax and enjoy it."

"Don't stop talking, please.. don't stop."

"Shhh, that's it, just feel what he's doing, his hand is between your thighs."

"God Spike!"

"Feels good, then?"

"Yes!" Angel's finger begins to swirl lightly, probing further and further, then pressing against. "OH MY GOD!"

Spike laughs quietly "That's the spot, huh?"

"Again!" Xander almost shouts. Angel complies, flicking his finger against the sensitive prostate "Aahhhh. Fuckkk.. MMMORE!"

"He's so tight, William."

"I can imagine."

"I'm going to prepare you now, Xander. Just keep breathing."

"Sssspike!"

"Right here, Pet. Right here."

"You stopped talking."

"Sorry luv, caught up in the moment. Take a few deep breaths, and let yourself relax."

"Love your voice. and ahhh don't stop Angel." Angel's finger slips partway out as a second slick finger begs entrance.

"Ready?"

"I'm going to prepare you now, Xander. Just keep breathing."

"Sssspike!"

"Right here, Pet. Right here."

"You stopped talking."

"Sorry luv, caught up in the moment. Take a few deep breaths, and let yourself relax."

"Love your voice. and ahhh don't stop Angel." Angel's finger slips partway out as a second slick finger begs entrance.

"Ready?"

"Huh.. ohhhhh GOD.. Wait!"

"I'm not moving, Xander. I'll wait."

Xander breathes deeply, trying to catch his breath, his arms circle around Spike's waist, gripping his back tightly. "He's taking it slow, Xander. Remember the way it felt? When he touched the spot? Remember feeling like you were flying? Want to fly again, Cherry?"

"YES!" Taking that as his cue, Angel presses the second finger further into the channel, the muscles tightly encasing him as he moves quickly to press against Xander's prostate, relieving some of the tension and flooding Xander's body with jolts of pleasure.

"Flying yet, Xander?"

"Ohhhh, Spike. Fuck! It's so good. god! Fuck!"

"That's it, Childe. Feel him, the way he's loving you. Feel his fingers touching you. Just wait. it gets so much better."

"Better?" Xander almost sobs out.

"Oh, pet. You'll be seeing stars. You'll think he opened up the gates of heaven for you."

"More, Xander?" Angel's voice joins the mix.

"Yes, please Angel. I want you so much. Need to feel you."

"You will, Childe. I'll fill you. I'll take you there. So deep, I'll be so deep inside of you, your release will be so sweet."

The promise hangs heavy over him, he trusts Angel, completely. He won't hurt him, he'll show him how it should have been. Angel's hand moves again, slipping part way out, and a third finger slides in without ceremony, uncomfortably stretching the tight ring of muscle.

"Getting easier, Xander?"

"Spike."

"Mm-hmm, right here, won't leave you."

"Keep talking."

Spike lets out a comforting laugh "Right, like my accent, you do. I'll carry on, then." The blonde demon feels the arms squeeze him closer, the head against his stomach trembling, he reaches his hands to Xander's shoulders, rubbing deeply to relax them.

"He'll find the spot again, Xander. Just let him ease in. Let him love you. Feel yourself open up for him. When he takes you, you'll feel so good. It'll be like nothing you've ever felt before. You just need to let him open you up."

"I'm trying." Xander sobs against him.

"Stop trying. Don't think anymore. Open up, Xander. Let him in."

"Let me in, Xander." The twin voices soothing his trepidation, Xander relaxes against Spike, letting his tongue sneak out to lap at the pool of wetness collecting on the blonde's stomach.

"That's it, luv. You're opening up. You'll feel him soon. You want him. I can smell the way you want him. I can feel your cock against my leg, throbbing, waiting. You're so sweet, Cherry."

"Xander, you're ready." The statement falls from Angel's lips as he pulls his hand away, lifting Xander's hips, and spreads the boy's thighs apart, positioning himself against the slick hole. Xander's hips move futilely, the loss of contact leaves him feeling empty, needing to be filled.

"Xander, he's going to fuck you now. You hold on to me. I won't go anywhere, and I'll keep talking. Don't think, just feel. Listen to my voice."

Angel presses into the fleshy ring, the head of his cock twitching against the resistance.

"SSSSSSSpike! It hurts!"

"No, Childe, listen to my voice. let him in. Trust me. Relax Xander. Stop thinking. Listen to me, I'm talking for you. Can you hear me, Xander, can you hear the way we want you. Can you feel his passion for you? Want to feel his passion fill you? Wash over you? Make you whole?"

Xander wills his muscles to unclench. "Xander, let me love you. That's it, Childe. Just like that." Angel feels the fleshy expanse of Xander's channel clench and unclench around him, pressing further, the slickness easing the journey. He can hear the whimpers of pain beneath him, but can also sense the desirous undertones, the need to feel whole. "Just a little more, Xander. The pain will leave. And all you'll feel is me, and the way I want you."

"Fly again, Pet?"

"Ssspiiike."

"There you go, he's in. He's completely inside of you. He's waiting for you to adjust to him. Let your mind go, just listen to me. The pain is gone now. Just feel him."

"Oh God. Angel."

"I'm here, Xander. Feel me."

"Yes."

"You ready for me to move yet?"

"Yessssss."

"Just hold on, and keep breathing."

Xander takes a deep breath as the pain shatters him, the sensation of Angel sliding back, and slipping forward, and.. "Aaaangel."

"Childe, so tight. So warm. Let me fuck you. Let me fuck you." The need in Angels' voice ignites the youths' arousal, and all he feels now is the sensation of being filled, of feeling that silken rod caressing him from the inside out. The stiffness between his thighs throbs and aches with the thrusting inside of him. His eyes close and he loses all thought, letting his body be ravaged by the beautiful dark demon above him.

"Gods! He's fucking you, Xander. His body is flexing and pushing against you. Trying to get deeper. It's so fine, I wish you could see. Your body pulling him in, your hips thrusting back against him. His cock disappearing and reappearing slippery, throbbing. So fine."

"Mmm Spike" this time his voice carries no pain, no fear, just arousal, passion, intensity, yearning, longing.

"Taste me now, Xander. Take me in your mouth, show me how he feels in you." Xander moves his head over the throbbing manifestation of Spike's desire.

Lips parting, he flicks his tongue out to taste the wetness again "MMM, so good, love the way you taste."

"Yeah, my boy. Show me how he feels, I'll give you more to taste soon."

Angel moving inside of him, and Spike's cock buried deeply in his mouth is almost more than the youth can take, his body aching for a release. Spike senses the subtle change in his rhythm, and brings his wrist up to his fangs, slicing the skin and moving his hand to his cock, lifting Xander's head, he slides his dripping wrist over the tip, and returns Xander's mouth to the waiting hardness.

No hesitation, Xander hungrily feeds from the blood and precum, moving quickly, thrusting his hips back harder against Angel, as Spike arches from the bed, pressing deeply into his mouth.

"Let him feed." Commands Angel, and Spike obliges by once again lifting the boy's head and placing his mouth directly on his opened wrist. Xander begins to take in great mouthfuls of borrowed blood. He can taste the coppery tang and the overwhelming sensation of power and immortality.

Angel lies flat against Xander's back, his head resting on the boy's shoulder, as Xander continues his feeding, 'god.everything with Riley had been a mockery of this!'

"Watch, Xander. Watch me pleasure him." Not relinquishing his connection with Spike's wrist, he moves his head to allow Angel access to Spike's waiting member. The dark demon strains his neck to reach the blondes thickness, and with one movement, captures him, and completely envelops him in cool, wetness.

"Sire!" Spike moans, his hips now moving furiously against Angel's face. Xander can feel the shadow looming again, tempting him, calling him to chase once more. Lifting himself slightly, while still suckling his Childe, Angel turns Xander far enough to the side to slip a hand around the youth's aching cock. Spike continues fucking against Angel's mouth, as Xander feeds and Angel pumps his hand in the same slow deep rhythm that his hips are thrusting in.

"Now, let him taste me, Sire. Now, I'm ready, please."

Angel's mouth releases the blonde, "Xander, let William between your lips." Xander reluctantly releases the wrist and moves his mouth to Spike's cock.

"That's it, Pet. Taste what I give you." Spikes release is strong, and hits the back of Xander's throat, causing the boy to choke a little, but the youth is not letting go, he settles into the rhythm of Spike's hips, and feels drunk on the salty fluid filling and coating his mouth. His release is seconds away, Angel shifts his hips, and hits that spot again.

"OOOOOOOOOOhhhhmyyyyyyygoooooooooodddddddd" Xander moans, slightly muffled by the thick cock lingering against his lips.

Angel follows suit, and begins thrusting sharply against the boy, "William. William. now." Spike moves quickly to crush his lips against Angel's.

"Come for me, Sire" he whispers into the kiss, and Angel lets forth cool pulsating streams into Xander's slick passage. The three of them fall limply around the bed, bodies tangled together, purrs and sighs and panting filling the room.

Xander wakens in a darkened room, his chest pressed against something.someone.ahhh, Spike! He snuggles in for a moment, then his body reminds him why he woke up. 'Those lucky guys', he thinks, 'not as if they have to worry about getting up to pee in the middle of the night'.

He shifts sore muscles and wriggles out of the sheets, bare feet padding towards the bathroom. He closes the door and flicks on the light switch. Quickly he relieves himself and sighs as the pressure releases. As he stands in front of the washbasin he looks in the mirror.startled at the face gazing back at him. 'Yup.somebody's looking pretty well ravished tonight! And hey! It's me!' He laughs to himself as he turns off the light and returns to the bedroom.

He stands still for a moment as his vision adjusts again to the darkness. There on the bed before him, Spike is wrapped impossibly tightly around Angel's large form. He'd never been an art lover before, but Xander knows this is the real thing, in it's purest form. Then he imagines himself in that bed, and the image is shattered.

Sadly he turns to find the bedroom door when a voice from the bed stops him, "Where are you going, Childe?"

Xander turns and sees both men looking at him, "Just thought I'd grab a blanket and crash on the couch."

Angel asks him seriously, "Why?"

Xander looks down, suddenly embarrassed by his nakedness, knowing he doesn't really belong here, "I - uhm.well, you guys looked pretty comfy, and I didn't want to disturb - "

He looks up to see Spike's mouth widen into a grin, "I know what'd be even more comfy.get yer cute arse back here, Pet."

Fears banished by the ease of that voice, Xander walks quickly back to the bed, allowing Spike to turn him so he is spooned by the blonde vampire, feels the bed shift as Angel turns to drape an arm over both of them.

He laughs and burrows his back deeper into Spike's body, "'Kay.snuggling and sleepage now."

As his brain finds rest again he barely registers Spike's voice against his ear, "Yeah.sleep now, Pet.yer gonna need your strength."

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Part 21:

Infected - Bad Religion

now here I go,
hope I don't break down,
I won't take anything, I don't need anything,
don't want to exist, I can't persist,
please stop before I do it again,
just talk about nothing, let's talk about nothing,
let's talk about no one, please talk about no one,
someone, anyone

you and me have a disease,
you affect me, you infect me,
I'm afflicted, you're addicted,
you and me, you and me

I'm on the edge,
get against the wall,
I'm so distracted,
I love to strike you,
here's my confession,
you learned your lesson,
stop me before I do it again

don't be mad about it baby,
you and me, you and me,
I want to tie you, crucify you,
kneel before you, revile your body,
you and me, we're made in heaven,
I want to take you, I want to break you,
supplicate you, are incurable,
I want to bathe you in holy water I want to kill you,
upon the alter, you and me, you and me

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Xander sits on the couch, legs sprawled out across the butter-soft leather. Spike leans back in a large comfortable armchair, legs stretched on the coffee table. Both human and demon eyes are focused on the pictures playing out before them on the television screen.

The human's face is scrunched up in disgust as he watches a hyena tear into the still twitching flesh of an animal that is no longer recognizable. The demon's countenance is a portrait of mild bliss.eyes just tinged with citrine, tongue darting out to lick his lips which are curled up in delight. One hand finds it's way up to his neck, and Spike sits raptly staring at the violent images on the screen as his fingers trace over the pale scar on his neck. Xander's eyes are drawn to the movement and his gaze fastens on the way the demon is caressing the shiny skin, the almost submissive tilt of his neck, exposing the white column of throat while his hand never ceases it's slow stroking.

Spike detects the shift in Xander's concentration and slowly allows his head to turn towards the boys'. "What is it, whelp? Yer starin' at me like I grew a third fang!"

Caught in his act of openly staring, the human stutters, "N-no! It's just.well.uhm, why are you touching that scar on your neck like that? I've seen you do it before, just thought you had a stiff neck or something from being tied to the 'comfy chair' at my place or something.and another thing.why do you even have a scar at all? Super vamp healing abilities and all."

Through this bit of Xander-babble Spike's hand has frozen and he blinks owlishly at the boy, "'At's me Mark." Xander looks confused, so the demon continues, "Mark. Ya gotta be human to be turned.this is me little souvenir of that night."

Xander silently takes in this piece of information, mulling it around before he speaks again, "The way you touch it.does it hurt?"

The vampire laughs at the question, but his answer is uncharacteristically serious, "Nah.doesn't hurt. It feels.good. Like a lover's kiss." His voice trails off at the look of curiosity and lust on Xander's face, "What is it, Pet? Wanna touch?"

Xander is suddenly up off the couch, his body moving forward, head cocked to one side as he stares at the vampire's neck. Spike shudders in delight at the hungry perusal from the human. Xander closes in, resting his weight on his hands on either side of the chair, and Spike tilts his neck up in offering. An unneeded gasp whips through the vampire's body as warm lips settle onto his skin. The first kiss is tentative, growing more insistent, and then there is just a hint of tongue, wet hot flesh ghosting over that sensitive patch of skin.

The demon's hands grip his own thighs , allowing no contact but the human's tasting mouth on his jugular, tendrils of pleasure sliding out from the point of contact all along his body. Far too soon, Xander pulls his mouth away, grinning at Spike triumphantly as he moves to sit back on the end of the couch closest to the vampire. "You really liked that.didn't you blondie?"

Spike snarls at the youth's cockiness, "Not nice to tease, Xan-Pet.ya better plan on finishin' what ya started!" his eyes moving down to indicate the growing bulge in his jeans that the boy's actions were responsible for.

Xander's laughter at his obviously aroused Childe is the first thing to register with Angel as he enters the room. He takes in the scene as he moves to stand behind Spike's chair, placing a calming hand on the blonde's shoulder. As Xander's giggles end, Angel asks them both, "What's going on in here?"

Spike looks up at his Sire, eyes wide with feigned innocence, "I didn't do a thing.lad there's tryin' to play catch-up in the 'sexual predator' department. I'm an innocent in all this!"

Angel smiles at Spike's protestations and leans down to capture those lips, but pulls back suddenly, "He had his mouth on you.there! Why?!"

Xander shivers on the couch at the rapid change in Angel's demeanor, as Spike pulls Angel's hand to the scar at his neck, "He knows I'm yours, luv.boy's bound t'be curious is all."

The dark vampire sighs, and moves in again to take the kiss he had attempted moments before. He breaks away from the blonde and moves to sit next to the nervous human on the couch. Angel raises a placating hand, "I'm not going to hurt you lad. I over-reacted a bit." He ignores the snort from Spike, "But I need to know.what is it you're curious about? Is it.are you thinking we would turn you?"

Xander gulps at the direct question, 'no beating around the bush with this guy, is there?', he hesitates, "Yeah.well.I'm not sure. I mean.I don't know what to make of all of this. I guess.being here with you two.and uhm.last night and everything.I just don't know." he trails off lamely.

Angel moves closer to Xander, his voice low and serious, "That's never going to happen, Xander. You belong to us, but not in that way. Not ever. Make no mistake, it is the human Xander that we want.that we take to our bed. Another vampire we don't need."

Xander sits for a moment, considering Angel's blunt response, "Okay." He begins, "You say I belong to you.but Spike belongs to you too..I know.I know.it's different! But why can't I.I mean can't you.oh shit! Nevermind."

Spike reacts to the boy's frustration, "What is it, Pet? Ya know you can tell us anythin'.so c'mon, out with it!"

Knowing his next words will earn him a one-way ticket out of the mansion and the bedroom of bliss, Xander blurts out anyway, "Why can't you at least mark me?" His eyes are downcast as he waits for the inevitable rejection, 'Shit! Why can't I just keep my stupid mouth shut?'

So he doesn't see the look of question and agreement that pass between the two vampires. Suddenly, he feels Spike's body move him forward on the couch, pushing him toward the darker vampire. Cool fingertips whisper over the flesh of his neck, which suddenly feels like the most sensitive part of his body, something he would have denied vehemently last night, but now.

Now Angel is leaning in, cool tongue tracing his ear, blunt teeth pulling gently at his earlobe. "You want to be marked, lad? Marked so every demon you meet knows you belong to us?"

Xander gasps more at the possessiveness and lust in that voice, than from the tongue doing wonderful things to his ear. 'Response required, Xander Harris', his brain reminds him, and he manages to choke out, "Y-yes! Please!"

The human feels Spike laugh in his other ear, teeth nipping a little more than playfully there, "Polite, Pet.that's very nice. Now whose mark do you want to bear?"

"Both." Xander answers with hesitation, without thought. Not even an instant passes, and Xander feels himself split in two. The first point of departure for his sanity is Angel's mouth on his neck, the second is Spike's lips on the flesh between neck and shoulder. The initial pain of those sharp points breaking his skin is immediately obliterated by the sensation of his blood being pulled from him by his lovers. His shaking hands reach up to cradle the heads suckling on either side of him, fingers wrapping into hair and pulling them close.

He drowns in the feeling of being savored, and worshipped, and moans loudly as two hard bodies grind into his. Time starts again as he feels Spike's mouth pull away from his body followed by a roar of pure blood lust from the demon. He shudders in Angel's grip which has become almost painful as suckling has turned to gentle lapping.

Finally the dark man's head raises and he looks at Xander, eyes golden, vampiric ridges standing out, blood still smeared across his lips, and he growls, "This what you wanted?"

"God.Yes!" Xander cries, and launches himself at that mouth, willingly pulling in the taste of his own blood, more flowing as he scrapes his tongue along those razor teeth. Angel moans into the warm mouth that continues to fill his own with such sweet nectar, forcing himself to pull back. They hadn't taken that much blood from the boy, but he feels a need to complete the binding, to allow himself to be possessed by Xander's passion.

Angel brings his wrist up to his own mouth, biting once, and slowly offers the wound to Xander. Somehow the human understands the import of this offer, almost reverently, with two hands he brings the wrist to his mouth.tentative tasting at first. The taste of Spike's blood had been rich, smooth and hard, just like the demon's voice. But this.this was all that and something more. Something older, something almost darker, something like pain. And it calls to Xander, sings to him with a siren's song, and he begins sucking in earnest.

He is shocked when a rough hand pulls his head away, and Spike's voice hisses in his ear, "Enough!" Xander whips his head around and growls at the blonde who ignores his protests and grabs Xander's face so he can plunder what is left of the blood of his Sire from the human's mouth. Warm arms wrap around Spike, and Xander pulls the smaller demon into him, hips thrusting insistently. Not breaking the kiss, Spike's hands move over Xander's torso, pulling the T-shirt up over the boy's head.finally loosing his lips. Cool mouth and blunt teeth work their way across Xander's jawline.just a teasing lick at the wounds on either side and the boy is moaning and twisting, "Spiiiiike..please!"

The blonde vampire grins, "Open your eyes, luv."

Not realizing he had closed, them Xander blinks rapidly at Spike, "What?"

"Stand up, Pet. Want you out of those pants."

Clumsily Xander stands, glancing around and wondering where Angel is, but continues to shuck off his jeans and socks, then stands still in front of Spike. "Good lad.gods but you've got a gorgeous body.shouldn't be hidin' it under those baggy clothes." Xander blushes under the demon's appraising leer, the words only serving to make him harder.

"That's it.m'voice really does something for ya, doesn't it? Good to know. Now c'mere and take my pants off." Spike instructs and Xander complies, kneeling before the vampire, undoing the buttons of his jeans, and sliding them off as the blonde lifts his hips to assist.

And there it is, in broad daylight (well, broad daylight behind the heavy velvet curtains), that hard cock, inches from his face. Xander leans forward and moves his tongue up the side, pushing at the translucent foreskin.laving down with his tongue, then moving up the other side as Spike moans in pleasure. "Gods! Xander.suck me!" Smiling, the boy takes the tip of the blonde's penis into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks in along the length as far as he can, allowing his teeth just to scrape along the sensitive skin.

Spike hisses in appreciation, "Yessssssss! Ah! Xander.you're so warm.just a little harder.yeah.that's it!" Xander senses Angel's return to the room, and sees the couch dip next to Spike as he sits.

A large hand moves along the back of his neck, and he is gently pulled away from the glistening rod. Angel smiles down at him, "You seemed to be enjoying yourself there." His eyes taking in the flushed face and red, wet lips, "You like the feeling of him inside your mouth?"

Xander's hands slide up Spike's thighs, but it's Angel's eyes he is looking into as he nods. Angel reaches out a hand, drawing Xander up to the couch, gently turning him so he is straddling Spike, facing the blonde. "Will, keep that mouth busy while I get Xander ready for you." Spike's eyes dilate in lust as he follows his Sire's intentions. His lips move up to meet Xander's while his hands rest on his hips.

Cool fingers play down Xander's spine, while another set of hands open a tube, and a slick finger invades him, pushing past the tight ring of muscles. No pain this time.just a moment of tenseness that evaporates as Spike's tongue explores his mouth. Next two fingers push in, and this time his hips rock down to meet them, pushing them deeper. Warm mouth pulls from cool and he gasps out, "Please Spike.now!"

As Spike raises Xander's hips and positions him, he feels a slippery hand move around his erection, coating him, and then two pairs of hands are guiding Xander down. "When you're ready, Pet.we'll take it as slow.argh!" Spike's reassuring words are cut short as Xander plunges himself down onto Spike's cock, head thrown back he practically yells as the tip bears against his prostate.

Breathing heavily, Xander eases himself back up, and this time Spike's thrust meets him half way. 'God!' he thinks, 'I'm fucking myself on Spike! This can't possibly get any better.' When of course, it does as he feels Angel's still slick fist wrap around his own throbbing erection, working it in time to the increasingly furious pace that he and Spike are setting.

Every breath coming out of Xander's body is a tortured moan of either "Spike" or "Angel", each slam of Spike into his body sending electric waves of pleasure through his body. It's seeing Angel lean in to kiss Spike that takes his breath away, so much passion in that one act.

Angel keeps fisting Xander as his other hand wraps around Spike's neck, fingers threaded through blonde hair, pulling that mouth to his in a hungry kiss. Xander gasps as he comes ferociously in Angel's hand, up onto Spike's chest.

While his hand continues to milk the human, Angel whispers into the blonde's mouth, "Come for me, Will.come for Xander.Mine!" Spike's hips thrust upward as he spasms into Xander's tightness, muscles tightening around him and pulling the orgasm from him almost painfully.

"Sire!" he cries out, as Angel moves his mouth down to suck at the precious scar on his neck.

Xander remains straddled across the blonde's lap, one hand resting on Angel's head as his mouth moves in to place a tender kiss on Spike's lips, a giddy smile on his face as he presses his head against the other side of the blonde's neck, sighing heavily, "Mine."

Finally, two dark heads are nestled on the blonde demon's shoulders, "Mine." he laughs.

*****