The Long Way Home

 

After a few deep breaths I go to the living room to be confronted by Hos-Spike in all his glory.  Feet up on the table, mug of blood in his hand, he's flicking channels on the TV in nothing but a pair of jeans that had to have been painted on.  No one owns jeans that tight.  And no one I know looks that good in them.

 

"So you're the other half, eh?"

 

Why don't I remember him sounding that sexy while he was at the base?  I'm certain I would have remembered it.  Has my brain been permanently fried?  What the hell is wrong with me?  I've got an amazing man, who happens to love me, not 50 feet away and I'm standing here thinking about licking his ex to see if he tastes as good as he looks.

 

"Yeah, about that. You need to keep your hands and your mouth to yourself."

 

Did he just laugh at me?

 

"No worries.  Xander's as faithful as they come."

 

"It's not Xander I'm worried about."

 

Was that another laugh?

 

I watch as he unfolds his lithe body from the couch and saunters, and yes he is definitely sauntering, into the kitchen.  Closing my eyes I take several more deep breaths.   I jump as a hand settles against my chest.  His head lowers to my shoulder seconds before I feel the flat of his tongue edging along the neck of my tee-shirt.  His hand slides down my chest, past my stomach to cup me through my sweat pants.

 

"What are you...oh, God.  Stop, please, stop."

 

"Doesn't feel like you want me to stop."

 

I feel the vibrations of his voice against my chest as he tongues my nipple through my shirt.

 

"I do, please.  Xander's..."

 

"Think about it.  Xander fucking me, you fucking Xander.  How good would that look?  You watching as he sinks into me.  You being able to drive the rhythm for all of us."

 

I try to stop my eyes from closing.  Try to stop the video in my head.  I can't.  I want it, God, I want it.  Earlier, seeing them together, my first reaction wasn't anger, wasn't jealously.  It was lust.  Plain and simple.  They looked good together.

 

I feel a wet hand slide up the back of my shirt and a warm body press against my back. 

 

"Xan, I'm so-"

 

"Shh.  Tell me it's not hot.  Tell me you don't want it and it stops."

 

His hand slides down the back of my sweats and plays along the crease of my ass.  As he pushes a damp finger against me I can't stop the moan and the lurch into Spike's hand.  Spike squeezes and strokes almost completely in time with Xander's finger.  And God, I can't believe I'm going to agree to this.  But fuck, it feels so good. 

 

"It-it's a one time thing and then it's over." 

 

I open my eyes to see Spike smile at Xander over my shoulder. I've been played.  Who am I kidding?  Being played has never felt this good.

 

"M-Maybe I should go shower."

 

Xander whips my shirt over her my head and Spike's tongue washes my neck and chest.

 

"Mmmmm, I don't think so. You taste like Xander."

 

They both press against me, Spike to the front, Xander to the back.  The contrast between hot and cold is exciting and startling all at once.  Spike's mouth sucks my throat as Xander's tongue licks along my shoulder blades.  I moan as both press harder to my body.  I can feel Xander hard and heavy against my ass as Spike pumps his erection against mine.

 

Spike takes my hand and I feel myself being led away.

 

"Let's take this elsewhere, shall we?"

 

Once we hit the bedroom our clothes fly in every direction.  I’m not sure who took off what but suddenly we’re all naked and Xander’s ass is grinding into my cock as I suck the skin of his neck into my mouth.

 

I catch Spike’s eyes and I watch as blue fire blazes back at me as his gaze rakes over us.

 

Xander’s hand reaches out and catches Spike at the back of his neck and pulls him forward.  I’ve got a front row seat to watch them kiss and it’s unbelievable.  Xander’s tongue sweeps Spike’s lips once before plunging forward into his mouth. 

 

Spike’s hands come around me and pull us all together.  I hear Xander moan as he’s mashed together between us.  His hips rotate and Jesus, I can’t wait to be inside him any longer.

 

I pull us all back to bed and turn letting Xander push Spike backwards onto the mattress.

 

I watch the muscles in his back flex and flow as he crawls over Spikes body and settles between his legs.  Spike’s legs widen as I climb onto the bed behind Xander.  He looks like a virgin at the sacrifice.  Spread eagle, hands clutching the sheets, head thrown back as Xander’s finger trace his hole.

 

Xander fumbles across the bed for the tube we left on the bedside table.  I swat his hand away and reach for it myself.  Grabbing his wrist I wet his fingers for him.  Spike moans as Xander circles the tiny ring of muscles.

 

One finger slips in, followed closely by a second and Spike’s hip push off the bed fucking himself back against Xander’s hand.

 

“More.”

 

The word is half growl, half plea and Xander is all too eager to accommodate the pale beauty before him.  I never knew watching your lover prepare someone else could be so arousing.

 

Xander pulls his fingers out and slicks himself.  Tossing the lube to me he winks before returning his attention to Spike.

                                                                     

The contrast of Xander’s golden body against Spike’s porcelain skin is mesmerizing. 

 

Spike’s moan of pleasure draws my eyes up to his face.  Sapphire eyes stare back at me dilated by pleasure.  All I can do is watch as Xander slides slow and deep in a steady rhythm and suddenly I’ve got a better idea than Spike’s original one.

 

“Xan, pull out a second.”

 

Both Spike and Xander look at me like I’ve grown another head, but Xander backs out and sits back.

 

I slide Spike over until he’s lying flat next to me.  His eyebrow rises and I see a spark in his eyes.  He knows what’s coming.

 

“Wanna do this the hard way, yeah?”

 

I nod and he kneels to straddle me.  A quick swipe of lube to my cock and he’s sliding down slowly until his ass rests firmly against my pelvic bone.  Keeping his knees bent and tight to my sides he lies down until his head is resting on my shoulder.  I can’t keep my hands from sliding into his hair and bringing his mouth to mine. 

 

A cool, slick tongue traces my teeth before twining with my own.  He moans into my mouth as Xander’s fingers trace the joining of our bodies.

 

“You sure this is gonna work?”

 

I hear the uncertainty in Xander’s voice and before I speak Spike soothes him.

 

“Trust me, luv, it’ll work, just take it slow.  ‘Sides, vampire, a little pain goes alright with it.”

 

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

 

“Won’t, now c’mon.  Solider boy here’s about to grind his teeth to dust.”

 

Xander’s eyes meet mine and I nod.  Spike’s body is cool, but tight and keeping still is becoming an effort.  Positioning himself between my thighs, Xander guides the head of his cock carefully into Spike directly above mine.

 

I feel the first tentative slide of Xander’s cock along mine and I have to tighten my hold on Spike’s shoulders.  The moans coming from Spike have nothing to do with pain and everything to do will exquisite ecstasy. 

 

Xander’s breath lands in harsh waves across my face as he starts a slow but steady rhythm.

 

His eyes widen to nearly impossible width as we both feel Spike’s body open to accommodate us.  Experimentally Xander pumps a little faster, a little harder and Spike zones out completely.

 

He’s nothing but a babbling, moaning body between us as he begs for ‘more’ and ‘harder.’

 

When Xander steps up the pace I’m the one moaning.  It’s so tight and the feel Spike around me and Xander sliding against me has me ready to come. 

 

I manage to get a hand between my body and Spike’s cock.  I close my fist around him giving him a tight channel to push into as he rocks with Xander. 

 

“Come for him, Spike.  Show him how good it is.”

 

I watch Xander’s hooded eyes heat up further as Spike’s back arches and his hips tilt just the smallest bit farther into the air.  I can hear the low growls of pleasure as his lips skate over my neck and collarbone.

 

The shiver that courses through me as blunt teeth scrape and nip my jugular isn’t one of fear, but deep arousal.  I think about the sharp fangs encased in that mouth and although I don’t want the bite, the sexual rush I get from knowing who and what is nuzzling me makes my blood run hotter.  He could, but he won’t.  I know that if he did there isn’t much of anything I could do to stop him and the helplessness that thought makes me feel is dizzying in its level of arousal.

 

He begins to pant against my skin and his teeth have taken to worrying the same spot of skin over and over.  I feel his body tense as he closes tighter around us. 

 

With a quickness that leaves me reeling he pushes Xander back from him and rears up to sit astride me.  His mouth opens, his head goes back and his body grinds down against me as he pulls on his cock with quick rough strokes. 

 

Again I meet Xander’s eyes over his shoulder as Xander’s teeth scrape and bite the neck that has been exposed to him.

 

With a shudder and a howl Spike coats my stomach and chest in long white streams.  With a final deep quivering breath he pulls off of me and collapses beside me, his fingers tracing patterns in the semen on my body.

 

Rapidly Xander covers my cock in a condom and takes up the position Spike just vacated.  God, he’s tight and wet and I just now realize he had been preparing himself as Spike had been fucking himself on me.

 

Spike’s head suddenly appears and his tongue snakes out to circle the head of Xander’s cock before swiftly swallowing him down to the root.  And then Xander is wild above me.  Hips working frantically between Spike’s mouth and my cock.

 

His hands slither into platinum locks and hold tight as he fucks the cool mouth that’s closed around him.  I meet his hips with mine as he rocks between us. 

 

The sight of Xander’s cock disappearing between wide stretched swollen lips, the sound of him moaning and the feel of his body clenching above me sends me over the edge with a shout of his name.

 

Xander’s hips slam down onto mine and he’s grinding and writhing.  His face is pure need as he pulls Spike’s head by the hair up and down his cock.  There’s a constant litany of ‘please’ as he strains and reaches for orgasm.

 

He’s so beautiful it takes my breath.  Love like I’ve never known fills me and spreads through my veins like a balm.  And even though his cock is pushing forcefully into a mouth other than my own and I’ve shared his body with someone else today I know he’s is completely mine.

 

His name rolls off my tongue and near black eyes flash at me with heat and love.

 

“Love you.”

 

His eyes go wide, his hips jerk wildly and then he comes with a smile so wide it’s nearly blinding.  He slumps to my chest and places soft lingering kisses to my eyes and face.

 

I jump when I feel warm cloth wiping me down.  Spike sits next to me cleaning us all.  As his eyes meet mine I see a lingering sadness that makes me wonder how much this encounter cost him. 

 

Xander turns his head to look at the blonde and when he does, Spike pushes curly brown locks from Xander’s forehead before placing a gentle kiss in the middle.

 

As Spike tries to leave again Xander catches his arm and pulls him back.  Cupping the vampire’s face I watch Xander lay tender kisses across Spike’s cheeks before settling his mouth lightly over Spike’s.  The kiss isn’t deep, it’s soft and sincere and it shatters Spike immediately.

 

A single silver trail of tears leaks from Spike’s closed eyelids before Xander pulls back and catches them with his thumbs.

 

“Try harder.  He loves you or he wouldn’t have wanted you to stay with him all this time.”

 

A single nod is Xander’s only answer before Spike has shut himself in the bathroom.

 

“I could kick Angel’s ass for this.”

 

I’m almost shocked by the level of anger in Xander’s tone.

 

I open my mouth to answer only to be stopped short by knocking on the door.

 

“Jesus, now who?  It’s like grand central station around here.”

 

We both pull on jeans and head for the door.

 

 

Chapter 12

 

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