*****

"And all those that touch the beast's liquid essence, shall, for the that day or that night, be cleaved with its insatiable lusts." Cordy read out loud. "Well. " She turned away from the computer screen to look at Fred. "They'd have known that if they had just waited for the download."

Fred tilted her head. "What does it mean?"

"It means Angel should spring for a DSL connection. It means that they should have waited before running off all in killing-mode until they heard the rest of it." She logged off and switched off the monitor. "It also means if they come back all covered in its blood they'll turn into ravenous horn-dogs. And while that's good for dreamtime, it aint good for real life. So we should make with the leaving thing. Get your hat and coat, Fred, you're coming home with me."

"Oh, but, I don't have a hat." Fred twirled several strands of her hair. She looked at Cordy with a smile. "I don't have a coat either. It's not been cold enough for one."

Cordy sighed, "Just come on. We'll want to be gone before they-"

"I can't believe it bleed so much!" Wesley spoke as the trio came through the doors.

"You!" Gun began. "At least you were behind the gusher! I got a full frontal assault!"

"And neither of you are wearing anything of importance. Would you *look* at my shirt?" Angel's aggrieved tones.

"Well, look at you three! Home safe and sound and covered in demon gooey-blood." Cordy pulled on her jacket and grabbed Fred by her arm. "We're leaving. You need to shower and burn the clothes. And yes, I said *burn* Angel."

"Ladies!" Wes was bright eyed and smiling.

"*Cordelia*. *Fred*. Damn. You two look *good*." Gunn told them, smiling and giving them a head to toe, toe to head look over.

Angel sniffed. "Smell good too. Really, really, good. What's *is* that?"

"Oh," Fred giggled. "It's baby powder. It's really nice-"

Cordy pulled her closer and moved to the front door. "It's a lust spell from the demon you just killed. It was it's mating season. We're out of here. Have fun. Play nice, and remember: burn the clothes." She opened the door, pushed Fred out and looked over her shoulder at the men. "It's all on the printer. Read up." She slammed the door behind her.

"Is it just me, or is Fred rubbing off on our Cordy?" Was Gunn's observation.

"That'd be nice, wouldn't it?" Wes murmured with a far away look. "Fred and Cordelia, rubbing with one another."

"Wesley?" Gunn and Angel.

"Yes?" Wesley lost his faraway look. "Oh, dear. I don't know where that came from." He moved to the printer and picked up the sheets. He straightened his glasses and began to read. "Oh, my."

"So, what is the bad news?" Gunn asked. "Do we have to go back and pick up the pieces? Burn them or something?" Gunn moved closer to Angel. "Chop them up into little pieces and scatter 'em? Or just burn our clothes?" He gazed at Angel. "It be a shame for you to have to burn that jacket, man, 'cause you are looking *fine* in it."

"Oh, dear lord." Wesley muttered as he read more.

Angel preened. "You think? It's one of my favorites. Not too long of a cut." He turned around, letting Gunn check out the backside action. Gunn murmured in approval and Angel grinned. "You got that, huh? See. The split shows off my ass. Watch this." Angel lunged as if he had a sword in his hand and the coat moved with him, opening nicely to show off his leather covered butt. Angel stood straight, nodding his head. "See? Nice, huh?" He shrugged his shoulders. "It's true. I like to look good. It was like an epiphany once I discovered you don't have to look bum like while you suffer, brood and mope." He moved closer to Gunn, subtly sniffing the air.

"And you *do*. Look good that is. Be a downright *crime* to burn that coat."

Angel reached out and took a handful of Gunn's jean jacket, hauling the other man closer to him. "I'm not much for denim." Angel let his thumb rub the fabric of Gunn's demon goo covered outerwear. "But this? You really know how to wear this, Gunn." He flicked a button with his thumb, smiling. He leaned closer and sniffed at Gunn's head. "God. You smell good, too."

"Okay! Everyone strip!" Wesley commanded, papers in hand.

"Yeah." Gunn and Angel breathed out in unison. And then blinked and pulled back abruptly.

"What?"

"Huh?" Gunn looked at Wes. "What? Get naked?"

Wes rushed to them. "It *is* some type of rampant lust inducing chemical!"

Gunn and Angel moved to Wes, trapping him between them. "What is? You?" Angel asked, sniffing.

"Stop with the sniffing, Angel! You're not a bloody *dog*!"

Angel moved his mouth to Wesley's ear. "Woof."

Gunn moved his mouth to Wesley's other ear. "Grr."

Wesley straightened his glasses. "No, no. The demon we killed. It's. . .it's." He let his head fall back. "It's dead. We killed it. We should celebrate, yes?"

"Um...yes. Right. With getting naked. That's such a good plan, Wes. See, it's good that you're in charge." Angel nodded. "Let me help you. Gunn?"

"Yeah?" Gunn had his nose buried in Wesley's neck. "You're right, Angel. He *does* smell so damn good. Like. . .sex."

"Let's help Wes get undressed."

Wesley let the papers drop to the floor as eager hands stripped him. Angel hands were threading through his hair, his nose and mouth running over Wesley's head as Gunn knelt at his feet, removing his shoes and socks. Wesley lifted his feet, one at a time, at Gunn's urging and his pants were removed and tossed away. Angel moved behind him as Gunn moved up, his hands constantly running over Wesley's frame until they reached his nipples.

"God, English. You taste so good." Gunn muttered, his mouth nipping and tasting at Wesley's chest. "Smell so good. Have you always been this way?"

Wesley nodded his head, unable to do anything else. "Really? And I've just let you sit next to me? Fight next to me?" Gunn put his mouth over Wesley's nipple and suckled. Wesley sucked in a breath and then another when Angel's hands came around and splayed themselves over his stomach.

"You. . .you two. . .you're too. . .it's not. . ."

Gunn drew back and put his face next to Wesley's, his nose touching his. Angel leaned in close, his mouth once again at Wes's ear. "What?" Angel mumbled.

Gunn and Angel moved in closer, each one pressing straining erections against Wesley. Each moving, slowly, still rubbing with hands and lips. "What?" Gunn asked, his lips brushing the question against Wesley's.

"Too dressed. Please. . ."

Angel gave a vampiric growl and pulled back, Gunn pulled back with a "fuck, yeah" and each tore at their clothes until they were naked and quickly moved forward once again sandwiching Wesley's shaking frame between their own rock hard bodies.

"Wanna kiss you, Wes."

"Oh, my God, yes. Please d-"

Gunn's mouth moved forward, and Wesley expected an assault but got only a brush of full lips. He whimpered and moved forward. Angel took the offering of his bent neck and latched his blunt teeth down, his hands moving down to cup Wesley's ass. Angel let his tongue lick along Wesley's neck as Gunn moved forward once again to kiss.

*Kiss* this time.

Gunn let his lips lay along Wesley's for one brief second before he opened them, pushing Wesley's open along with them, and then he let his tongue thrust inside to taste. To plunder. Gunn's hands moved up to cup Wesley's head as Angel's lips traveled down Wesley's back. Gunn held Wesley's head still as he ate at his mouth. Feasted on it. Licked his gums, ran his tongue over Wes' teeth, his palate, let his tongue search out and taste the sensitive inner cheeks. Pulled back, cursed softly, ran his own cheek against Wesley's and once again placed his mouth over Wesley's, eager for more. Ruthlessly, he plundered the mouth beneath his, his hands twisting, fisting in Wesley's hair, and pulling him closer, harder, against him. He pulled back to admire the dazed eyes and swollen lips before moving in again to taste, to softly nibble and lick at Wesley's lips, only to move forward with an invasive thrust of tongue that left Wesley weak in the knees. And then to pull away, grin against Wesley's lips, and come back to kiss softly, rubbing his beautiful mouth against what Wesley thought of as his unworthy one, kissing and licking, all while Angel's mouth and tongue moved down his spine, stopping to lick the shape each vertebrae.

Wesley moved his mouth to Gunn's shoulder and sucked hard. Gunn tilted his head back with a groan and Wesley took the opportunity to run his lips, tongue, and teeth over the other mans neck, licking and biting his throat, tasting and teasing, his hands clamping down on Gunn's shoulder's to keep from falling. Gunn moved his head up, kissing Wesley, sucking the other man's bottom lip into his mouth, chewing on it while he looked into his eyes as he let his hands move down.

Wesley gasped as Gunn's hands reached his hard cock and he jerked; Gunn bit down harder on his lip, tightened one hand around his cock, and Angel's hands came up to clamp around his hips. Wesley could only moan. Gunn continued to chew on Wesley's lip as he reached down and placed their cocks together, pulling his hand up so their leaking members were trapped between their bellies. Gunn moved even closer. Angel growled softly and let his nose settle in the crack of Wesley's ass, his hands moving up and down Wesley's thighs.

Wesley wrapped his arms around Gunn's shoulders and moved his mouth to his temple, and then he began to lick. Wesley ran his tongue across one brow and then over the other. Moved his mouth to Gunn's ear and let his tongue taste and shape the shell of his ear, dived in and gloried in the inner whorls, the tastes of Gunn. Scratched his nails across Gunn's back as he licked the shape of his jaw, his mouth, outlined his nose, traced the shape of his eye and back to the mouth he couldn't stay away from. Sucked in Gunn's top lip, ran his tongue under it, shuddering when Gunn did, licked at his teeth and gasped out loud when Angel's hand's parted his ass checks and licked him.

Gunn put his hands on Wesley's shoulder's, and sank down, letting his fingers lightly scratch down until they came over Angel's holding steady on Wesley's hips. Gunn's nose nudged Wesley's cock, sinking into the curly mass of fragrant hair and he moaned loudly. He licked at the base of Wesley's cock, dipping down to run his tongue across the tightly drawn sac of Wesley's balls. Wesley shudder, his knees buckling. Angel's and Gunn's hands moved, clamping around his hips, holding him steady, Angel moved in and let his tongue stab past the tight ring of flesh he had been licking at, sinking into Wesley just as Gunn placed his mouth over Wesley and sucked his cock into his mouth, sucking him in deep.

"Oh, god!" Wesley shuddered, opened his legs wider and thrust forward and then back, receiving growls and bruising grips for each movement, as Gunn sucked deeper and Angel thrust harder, each wanting move of what they had. Angel reached down and under to cup the ridged satin of Wesley's sac, Gunn placed a hand tight around the base of Wesley's cock as his mouth ringed itself tight around the cock in his mouth and fucked it in deep. Angel pulled away, slipped his thumb inside of Wesley, to replace his tongue, sucked two fingers into his mouth, coating them with saliva before growling again, deep in his chest, and thrusting his fingers back into the open hole as he moved his thumb out. Wesley screamed and came, thrusting against Gunn's fist and mouth. Gunn sucked hard, cupping the cock in his mouth with his tongue, laving at the vein as it pulsed, coaxing out everything it had to offer.

"I can't stand . . ." Wesley murmured before dropping to his knees, Angel's fingers still in his ass. He put his hands on Gunn's rock hard thighs and *pushed*. Gunn fell back, moved forward, took a handful of Wesley's hair and didn't so much *move* the other man's head as he *followed* it over his cock. Wesley took a moment to lick the precum, taste, savor, look up over Gunn's heaving belly and into his eyes before he bent his head and swallowed Gunn's cock whole. Wes rose slightly to take the whole cock down his throat and Angel thrust himself into Wesley's open ass. Wesley would have screamed his pleasure out loud but he was doing his best to lick Gunn's balls.

"*Wes*."

Gunn thrust up and Angel thrust in. Wes just took it, loved it. Moved his body. Rocked. Didn't matter, really, it all felt so good. He thrust his ass up, wanting more of Angel; thrust his mouth down, wanting more of Gunn. He wanted to bury his nose in the hair surrounding Gunn's cock; he wanted to feel Angel's balls slap his ass. He wanted, he wanted, and he took. And was taken. He reached back and scratched at Angel's thigh, hard as he could, feeling skin and blood collect beneath his fingernails and was rewarded with harder thrusts. He pulled his mouth off of Gunn's cock and went to lick and nuzzle Gunn's balls, turned to lick at his thighs, tasting and delighting in the salty-sweat-sex taste of him before an insistent hand was in his hair pulling him back over the cock that was once again thrusting into his mouth. He was thrilled with the "Make me come, Wes" shout Gunn gave and pulled up, letting his teeth run along the length of Gunn's cock before stopping to suck at the head of his cock. Angel slapped his ass hard once, twice, and then clamped down hard on his hips, thrusting in with a fast, hard push and settling in to just rock against him. Wesley sucked harder at Gunn's cock, wanting them both to come for him. He sucked down on the cock, opening his throat as much as he could and rocking his ass. Gunn's hands pulled at his hair, Angel's hands met Gunn's in the mat of Wesley's sweat soaked hair and they fisted together as each came with growls of competition.

Wesley collapsed over Gunn and Angel over them both.

"Fuck."

"Oh, my."

"Fuck."

Gunn swiped a hand across his damp brow. "What do you think it was Cordy was trying to tell us?"

Wesley panted a bit longer. "That I'd become, well, irresistible?"

"You?" Gunn pushed at his shoulders.

"You!" Angel pulled out of him with a squishing noise and sat with his back against the couch.

"Yes, well, I *was* the *meat*, wasn't?" Wesley moved off of Gunn and sat, legs crossed, in the middle of the floor.

"That's just 'cause you got in the middle!" Gunn only lifted his head.

"You placed yourself there!"

"I was attacked!" Wesley straightened his glasses.

They stayed silent, not bothering to cover up, but began to breathe deeply. Sniffing.

"I've ah . . .I've got . . ." Angel began but trailed off.

"What? You've got what?" Gunn demanded.

Angel looked away from them. "A big bed."

"Oh, well. Yes, that's good."

"Real good." Gunn stood and reached his hands down for the others, letting them use him for leverage to pull up. "I wanna fuck Wesley's ass and then I wanna fuck Angel's ass and then-"

"I fuck *your* ass." Angel interrupted.

"Fine. And then we-"

"Burn the clothes!"

end.