Permutations of Humanity by
Cordelia and Doyle watched from the doorway while Angel alternated between
looking morose and annoyed as he pretended to straighten and re-straighten his
desk. "When did the brooding one get back?" Cordelia finally
whispered to Doyle. "It was really late last night, but he seemed okay when he got
in," Doyle answered. "He saw Buffy. He was in Sunnydale for three days, tracking her and
that thingy-a-ma-giggy you saw in your vision. Now we have to put up with him
while he gets all brood-boy over her. She owes us you know." "Maybe he's over her," Doyle said, ignoring Cornelia's snort
at that idea. They both started though when Angel took a stake out of his desk
and started feeling the tip. "Don't do it, Angel," Cordy said as she rushed into Angel's
office. "You can't let her get to you like this. You'll meet someone else.
Just give it some time." "I
need it to level my desk," Angel said as he bent down to put the stake
under one leg of the desk. "You two actually thought I was going to kill
myself because of Buffy?" "Doyle
did. You know how he jumps to conclusions, - 'cause you saw Buffy," Cordy
said, trying to regain her composure. "It
wasn't a social call. I was there to protect her. I stayed out of sight. She
didn't even know I was there, and I didn't want her to know either. It would only
stir things up so I left as soon as I could. Believe it or not, I am totally
over her now," Angel said. "You
don't want to 'stir', but if my Ex came to town and was all stalking me in the
shadows and then left and then didn't even say 'hello' I'd be…." Cordy was cut off
when a voice overrode hers. "A
little upset. Actually more then a little upset and I was tired of hearing
about it so I thought I'd come visit. You don't mind do you Angel?" Xander
asked from the doorway to Angel's office. “Harris,” Angel said, his mouth
dropping open. "Deadboy,"
Xander said with a friendly smile. "And, Cordy, look at you all Hollywood
glamorous and standing next to strange man I don't know." “Uh
huh,”
Cordy said, looking over at Doyle who standing closer to her. “Well, this is Doyle. And he
gets visions of people in trouble." "Nice
to make your…”
Doyle started, but was interrupted when Cordy grabbed his arm and pulled him
towards the door.
"What
have you been telling her about me that she thinks we need to be alone?"
Xander asked with a raised eyebrow as he slid into the chair across from Angel.
"It's good to see you when I'm not sick with curses that cause diseases. I
don't think I was at my best when you saw me in Sunnydale." “You
didn’t
look that bad,” Angel said and realized that might be taken as an
insult. “I mean, you didn’t look as good as you do
now, but ahhh, you didn’t look like you were dead at the time and… I’m shutting up now.” Xander
snickered. "You look good too, Angel, but you've obviously been spending
too much time with Cordy from the way you're talking. So how are things here in
LA?" “Fighting
the good and underpaying fight,” Angel answered. “Will you be staying long?” "A
few days at least, if you don't mind. I needed to get away from Anya, I swear
that girl won't take no for an answer. She definitely wants more then just a
little fun. Plus, I get really tired of Buffy talking about how the two of you
are fated to be together," Xander said. “She
has no idea what fate us in store for us,” Angel sighed. He had loved Buffy and he always would, in a
distant sort of way, but she was still very much a child. A girl he feared for as protector, but not
as lover. “Women are so unreasonable
sometimes.” "You've
told me that before," Xander said with a small grin. "And I'm
starting to believe you. Staying away from women in general could be a good
idea." “Sound
like a smart idea to me,” Angel added. “Men make better company
anyways.” "Which
brings us back to why I'm here, as long as I make sure not to make you too
happy. Angel is good company, Angelus just scares me," Xander said. He
enjoyed their casual flirting even if it was a little frustrating that they
couldn't do anything other then flirt. "Unless you've gotten rid of that
clause here in the big city?" Angel
flipped open a file and pretended to check the fine print. “I’m afraid not,” he said with a straight
face. “Still locked into perpetual
celibacy.” It wasn’t a big joke, but it was a lot for
Angel. "Oh
well, I'm sure you can show me a good time in LA regardless," Xander said.
"Has Cordy gotten you in the social scene here yet? I can just imagine her
wanting to dress you up and parade you around." “There’s nothing wrong with the way
I dress,”
Angel protested. He was used to
defending himself to Cordelia and automatically took up the defensive. "Not
in the eyes of us mortal men, but Cordy could pick apart any outfit she wanted
in seconds. She has done it to you, hasn't she?" Xander said through a
chuckle. "That's why you're so defensive about it." “Maybe,” Angel admitted and
casually picked at his black silk shirt.
“She
says I wear too much black.” "But
you look so good in…." Xander was cut of by the sound of breaking glass as the
window to Angel's office burst open and a tall, green demon burst through. Angel
had time reach behind his chair and grabbed a sword. He leapt across the desk to stand between the demon and Xander. The
battle was brief and bloody. Angel got a few hits in, splashing the green slime
that seemed to be the demon's blood all over, before he managed to pierce the
jewel in the demon's head, killing him. "Welcome to LA," Angel said
with a tight grin as he started cleaning his sword and taking in the shambles
his office had become. “Feels
like home already,” Xander started to laugh until he saw Angel double in
pain. He rushed to Angel’s side instantly. “Angel! What’s wrong?” "I,
something's wrong, I don't feel right," Angel said as he started to
straighten up. He wasn't in pain so much as he just felt strange. “What
should I do?”
Xander asked desperately. He didn’t want to leave Angel’s side in case something
else happened, so he called out, “Cordy!” "Xander,
what are you doing?" Cordy yelled as she came through the door. "He's
in the sun are you trying to light him on fire?" She was rushing to pull
Angel out of the sun before she realized he was not even smoking. “This
demon came through the window… and when Angel killed it, the slime got all over him,” Xander started to
babble. "I'm
fine, really," Angel said. "Just a little short of breath and, well,
human I think." “Human?” Cordy croaked. “This is not good for business!” "Cordy,
worry about getting paid later," Xander snapped. "Right now I'm going
to get him downstairs so he can clean off. You and Doyle start trying to find
out what type of demon this was. The body's in pretty good shape so it
shouldn't be too hard." "Ow,"
Angel complained as he poked at the wound on his arm where the demon had managed
to get a good blow in. He poked it
again. "That hurts." "So
stop poking at it, Angel. It's not deep and I'll bandage it for you after you
get all cleaned up," Xander said as he led Angel to the elevator. “Everything
hurts,”
Angel complained again and he added. “And I’m so… hungry.” "You're
human. This is what you wanted, so stop complaining and go take a shower,"
Xander said. "After we get you clean and bandaged up I'll take you out to a
expensive lunch and you can eat until you're sick if you want to." Angel
ended up spending so long in the shower that he used up all of the hot
water. When he came out of the
bathroom, his skin was red and still damp.
“I
think I might have burned myself.” Xander
couldn't think of anything to say for a minute as he took in the sight of Angel
flushed, dripping wet, and just wearing a towel. "Not burned," he
finally grasped out. "You're just fine. Now sit down and let me wrap your
arm." “It
still hurts,”
Angel complained like a little child. “I don’t remember it hurting
this much and I feel so… weak.” "Angel,
the whining, not so attractive," Xander said as he got some disinfectant
and gauze. "Now sit still while I clean this." "I'm
not whining…
OW!" he hissed when Xander started to clean the wound. "There,
all done," Xander said a few minutes later after ignoring Angel's
complaints. “Now
get dressed and I'll take you out to eat. If we're going somewhere nice I
should change too. Mind if I bring my clothes down here for now?" “You
should fit into my things if you don’t mind designer clothing,” Angel noted. "You
want to dress me up?" Xander said with a grin. "Sure, do your worst.
We all know I have no shame when it comes to my clothes." Angel
looked at Xander faded t-shirt that was still an obnoxious print. “Yes, that shirt proves that you have
no shame. I only own designer clothes,
so you’ll
you have to suffer.” Xander
couldn't stop laughing when Angel picked out leather pants and a silk shirt for
him, but he dutifully took the clothes and headed to the bathroom. "I'll
change in here, let me know when it's safe to come out," he said to Angel. “You
could…
change in here,” Angel tried to say casually. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” "We're
not watching each other change. You haven't eaten in over two-hundred years,
and, if I get to see you naked now, you won't get to eat for a while
longer," Xander teased as he shut the door behind himself. Angel
felt something he hadn’t felt in over two hundred years. His erection was warm as it started to grow under his towel. He touched himself and groaned at the
unfamiliar warmth. He started to stroke
himself slowly to the mental image of a naked Xander. For
his part, Xander was leaning his head against the wall in the bathroom and
taking deep breaths. He and Angel had started flirting after he got back from
hell. As scary as Angelus had been, a few of his comments had opened Xander's
eyes. He still had some weird combination of a nightmare and a wet dream about
the time Angelus had cornered him and made it clear he wanted Xander. Buffy had
shown up in real life, but in the dreams she didn't and Angelus had finished
what he started. With
a shuddering breath, Xander straightened up and tried to will his erection away
while he changed. He really wanted to get a chance to know the human Angel and
see where things went, and he wasn't sure Angel had everything together yet so
he'd have to be careful not to scare him. After
waiting ten minutes and calling Angel's name twice, Xander came out of the
bathroom. Angel was still sitting in his towel, which had settled into place to
barely cover him and he was starring at his hand as if he didn't really
register that he should be embarrassed to be sitting there in a towel with cum
on his hand. "It was warm…" he whispered in
answer to Xander's unasked question. "Clean
up and get dressed. I'll meet you upstairs when you're ready," Xander said
as he tried to control himself. "Even if you wanted to do anything, you
don't have vampire stamina now so lunch it is." “I
bet he’s
warm,”
Angel muttered to himself as Xander left the room. "So
how is he?" Cordy asked as soon as Xander was up the stairs. "The
demons blood should have made him human with no side effects, but we're not
totally sure. On another topic, why are you all Angely protectery?" “He’s fine,” Xander answered. “He’s a little weird, but I guess he’s always been weird. And I don’t know what you’re talking about. He hasn’t been human for two hundred years,
so he's going to need some one to watch over him for awhile.” "So,
you're volunteering to vamp, well ex-vamp, sit all the sudden?" Cordy
asked with a raised eyebrow. "Something's going on here that you're not
telling me, and it's weird enough that you happened to be here when he got
humanized." “Call
it karma,”
Xander shrugged. “What’s the problem with it?” "There's
no problem with it," Angel said smoothly as he came up the stairs. He was
dressed in an outfit that almost matched Xander's. "Xander and I are going
to lunch. I have my cell phone if you need me." “Have
fun on your date!” Cordy called out just before they walked out of the
door. “And don’t forget to wear
sunscreen.” Xander
flipped Cordy off behind Angel's back as they walked out, not even pausing in
his attempt to find out what type of food Angel wanted. <><><><><><> Angel
touched his own skin, running his fingers softly up his own arm at the table
during lunch. He didn’t remember his own skin
being this sensitive and warm when he was human. Even the sensation of his tongue running over his lips was
sensual, but he almost missed the feeling of his tongue playing over his fangs. He knew he was tormenting both himself and Xander,
but that was part of the new found fun of being human. "So,
you’re
feeling more normal now?" Xander finally asked as lunch was wrapping up. “Define
normal,”
Angel stated. He still had to resist
the urge to avoid the sun, even knowing it was safe and his eyes missed the
dark beauty of nighttime shadows. "Not
totally caught up in being human again and actually paying attention to
everyone, as something other then a warm body," Xander answered. “It’s all just so new,” Angel told the truth and
smiled at Xander. “And you’re not just another warm
body to me.” "Good,
so what are you going to do now? You're human with no superpowers or anything.
Are you staying in LA? Come back to Sunnyhell? Hunt Buffy down now that it
could work?" Xander asked. After all he and Angel hadn't started flirting
until after Angel couldn't have anyone. It might have just been a way to pass
the time for Angel. “I’ll keep doing what I’m doing now,” Angel told him. “Just because I’m human now doesn’t redeem all of my past
atrocities.” "Angel,
you might want to think about that. You were the super powered guy on your team
which is now super powerless, so you might have to change some things,"
Xander said. "So, no plans to go back to Sunnydale?" “No,
I won’t be
going back there,” Angel answered. “Some things… and people are best left
in the past.” "Now
the next question would be if you meant what you were doing when you were
flirting with me," Xander said nervously. “I
meant it,” Angel said, making an attempt to be overtly friendly and not so
obsessed with his new humanity. “I might not have been
very good at it, but I meant it.” "Okay,
good, this is good. Not what I expected, but I'm adaptable guy and if newly
human Angel wants to flirt with me there won't be a compliant here,"
Xander said. He'd finished eating a few minutes ago and was watching as Angel
finished off his meal. "So what other new, human things do you want to do
today?" “Sex,” Angel answered bluntly,
waiting for Xander’s reaction. "Look,
I'm your friend and all, and we've had fun flirting, but I don't want to be
your first experiment with human sex just because I'm here," Xander said
without blushing too much. Angel
actually blushed and looked down because they were still in public. “You’ve always… intrigued me. This isn’t something new.” "Well,
I did want to get away from Sunnydale for a while. Maybe I can stay here a few
weeks, maybe longer?" Xander asked. He thought about pointing out how cute
Angel looked when he blushed, but decided he wasn't quite that cruel. “That
would be…
nice,”
Angel said. “I can think of just the
place for you to stay… if you wanted to that is…” "Okay,"
Xander said. He was pretty sure he knew where Angel meant, but he wasn't going to
pursue it yet. "Was there anywhere else you wanted to go? We could see the
beach or something. I'm not sure what human things a vampire dreams
about." “Warmth,” Angel admitted
softly. “From the sun… from your own body… from another body.” "So,
a walk on the beach, in the sun, then back to your place," Xander said. He
waived the waiter over and paid the bill for the food while he was talking. <><><><><><> “I
figure that we’re just about the same age,” Angel said as they made
conversation on the couch of his place.
“I
mean, not chronologically, but as far as my human body will age.” "You're
always going to be the older one in this relationship," Xander said with a
grin. "I promise you don't look anywhere near your 200 plus years though.
You think Cordy and Doyle have left yet?" “I
would have been able to tell you that by simply listening for them last week,” Angel said, leaning
closer to Xander. “Now, I can only guess
that they’ve
left. Neither is overly happy to work
without overtime pay.” "They
don't come down here without knocking do they?" Xander asked as he scooted
closer to Angel on the couch. “Not
if they don’t
want an eyeful,” Angel answered. He
did the patented yawn and stretch move, placing his arm along the back of the
couch. Somehow,
that little move made Xander feel more comfortable. After everything that had
happened they were not really that different now. Deciding he needed to take
some initiative too, Xander twisted so he was half in Angel's lap and gave him
a tentative kiss. Angel
kissed him back, just as tentatively in an almost sweet way. “You’re sure I’m not just another warm
body?”
Angel teased when they pulled away. "Yeah,
you're the one who's way out of my league and I kept flirting with
anyway." Xander looked away and mumbled quickly, "Do you know what to
do? From what Angelus said I'd think so, but I don't really know what I'm
doing." “Yeah,
I know what I’m
doing,”
Angel responded. His hands hand worked
their way under Xander’s shirt to caress his back. "Good.
I like what we're doing so far, just take things slow," Xander said as he
started mirroring Angel's actions. “Slow
is good,”
Angel agreed, leaning over to nuzzle Xander’s neck. “I like slow.” "So,
I get to stay for a week or two at least?" Xander asked. Unsaid was the
fact that he wanted this to be more then a one-night thing, and he still wasn't
totally sure Angel wanted him around. “As
long as you want,” Angel told him. “Longer then just weeks if
you want…” "Cool,
maybe we should move this to the bed where it's more comfortable?" Xander
asked as he relaxed against Angel. Angel
nodded and shifted his hands so Xander could move off of his lap. They moved slowly to the bedroom, undressing
each other along the way. Xander
was fine until Angel reached for his boxers. Once Angel's hands got to there,
he pushed them away and asked if they could turn the lights off. Something
finally fell into place in Angel’s mind. “When you said you really didn’t know what you were doing…” "I
meant it," Xander said, blushing fiercely. "I was thinking, in the
dark, under the covers would be a good start or I'll just be worried about
being naked in front of you the whole time." “Would
it help if you saw me naked?” Angel offered. "So
I can know just how far out of my league you are?" Xander asked.
"Probably not really of the good." Angel
flicked the lights off, but was glad there was still a soft glow coming in from
the bathroom light. “Under the covers works
for me, but you’re not out of my league.
I think you’re handsome.” It was a compliment
that was common when he was a young man. "I'm
okay maybe, but nothing like you, and don't even try to tell me different. In
fact, lets stop talking and get back to the kissing," Xander said. Angel
decided he would have to work on Xander’s self esteem later as their
relationship grew. He moved forward to
the right side of the bed and slipped under the covers. After two hundred years as a vampire, sex in
the dark and under the covers was vanilla, but novel. Xander
enjoyed just kissing Angel for a few minutes and slowly moving against him
until they were wrapped around each other. He realized that Angel was going to
wait for him to move things along, so he finally rolled on his back, pulling
Angel on top of him. Angel
started to rub their erections together, leaning into whisper. “This is slow. Something just like this, is okay?” "More
then okay. It's very good, but we can do more if you want," Xander answered.
He was licking and sucking whatever parts of Angel's body came into range and
rocking up against Angel. “Not
yet,”
Angel told him. Xander wanted to take
this slow and he would. Anything else
might scare him off and Xander belonged only in his arms at this exact moment. "As
long as you're okay with this. I know you're probably used to more from people
in your bed. I'm really liking this though," Xander said. He was starting
to pant as the feel of Angel sliding against him increased. “You’re assuming I haven’t been more than just a
bit celibate since I got a soul,” Angel laughed and worked his hand
onto Xander’s
hip. The grip allowed him better
leverage as they continued to rock together. Angel's
comment and the intensity of the situation had Xander trying to smother giggles
all the sudden. He could practically feel Angel's questioning look even if he
couldn't see it. "It's just I realized that since I had sex once in the
last year I've gotten more in the last year then you," he hastened to explain. “Brat,” Angel laughed back. To be able to have joy mixed with passion
was something he only would have been able to dream of years ago. With laughter, came hope. Getting
a little more confident, Xander rolled them again so he was on top and could control
the speed of their thrusting against each other. He could feel himself getting
close fast and started moaning Angel's name over and over. Xander
came first, followed shortly afterwards by Angel. It wasn’t earth shattering, but it was nice. Nice was something Angel craved. Sex without pain or angst was almost a first
for him. Angel
reached around on the floor until he found a t-shirt, then wiped them both off.
"Sleep now and shower later?" he asked Xander after a kiss.
"That was so good that I just want to curl up with you and go to
sleep." “Sleep
is a good,”
Xander agreed, pulling Angel in close to his body. <><><><><><> A
few nights later Angel and Xander were heading back to the hotel after a date
when Xander reached for the stake in his waistband. "Is it just me, or do
you get the feeling we're being watched too?" he whispered to Angel Even
though he had become a human, he still had a sort of six sense developed when
fighting evil. “Something definitely
feels weird,”
Angel whispered back. "Could
say that, peaches," Spike said as he dropped from a nearby building.
"Look at this, two human poofs out wandering around like good little happy
meals on legs." “It’s good to know you’re just as ugly now that
I only have human senses,” Angel snapped back the insult. "This
is going to be even more fun then I thought," Spike said with a smirk as
he watched two of his minions grab the humans while they were distracted.
"One of you yells or makes a fuss and I’ll kill the other one." Spike
turned on his heel and headed back to his lair. “Let
us go now, Spike!” Angel growled, as he was chained to the wall. He used the tone he used as a Sire, even
though he only had regular human strength now. "Don't
think so, mate," Spike said as he licked a trickle of blood off Angel's
face. "You're a human now so I'm going to treat you and your little toy
like I treat any other humans." Angel
wanted nothing more than to snap the chains and show Spike his place. But he couldn’t stop the small shiver when he felt
Spike’s
tongue on his flesh and watch those blood covered lips. "Yeah
you're going to be fun," Spike said as he pulled back. "Now let’s see how much fun your
toy's gonna be. Remember those times when we'd torture and kill someone's lover
in front of them Angelus? This can be like old times." “He’s not my lover!” Angel denied. He just needed to keep Spike’s attention focused on
him and not Xander. “He means nothing to me.” "Pathetic,
that's what you are. Like I can't smell you all over each other. As much fun as
killing him would be though, you've messed up my plans. Didn't expect you to be
human now." Spike walked over to Xander and looked him over. "What do
you say, boy? I could turn him, let him eat you, and then kill him." “You
can have me,” Xander offered, rattling his chains. “Just let Angel go.” "No,
this is all about Angel. You're just a nice little side treat. I'm going to
turn him and watch him eat you. Humans are just too bloody fragile to really
torture proper like. Maybe I'll find a way to give him his soul back for a
while after he eats you." “Fucking
bastard!”
Xander snapped and tried to lunge Spike. Spike
casually backhanded Xander, knocking him unconscious. "Don't worry,
Angelus, I'm make sure he's awake when you eat him. I wonder if you're going to
be a good little Childe until I kill you?" Spike mused. I think I'm going
to wait until after the turning to start the torture. I want to make sure you
can spend your last few human moments knowing you'll be killing the boy." Without
another word, Spike changed into game face and grabbed Angel’s hair to force his head
back. He wondered if Angel’s blood would taste the
same as Angelus. Dru might have been
the one to drain him of his life’s blood, but Angelus had been his
teacher and Sire by the blood as he fed Spike when he was a fledgling vampire. Spike
made sure Angel could see Xander as he drained him. Once Angel was almost gone,
Spike tore his wrist open and let Angel drink enough that he'd be more then a
mindless minion. He was trying to guess how much to give him so it would still
be Angel he was torturing, but not so much that Angel would be a threat.
Satisfied he'd gotten it right, Spike pulled his wrist away a short time later
and left Angel to wake up, still hanging from the wall. Angel
was awoken by a hunger he had not felt since he was a brand new fledge. He snapped awake with a growl and changed
into game face. He tasted a little of
Spike’s
blood on his lips and licked it away. “More!” he demanded. "Spike,
you bastard," Xander yelled as he struggled against the chains holding
him. When Spike didn't answer, Xander looked at Angel. "If you can hear
me, Angel, it's alright. I'm not mad at you. I know it's all Spike's
fault." “He
can’t
hear you, human,” Spike laughed and reached out to caress Angel’s face. When Angel snapped at him with his fangs and
tried to bite him, Spike laughed again. “He’s been taken over by the blood
lust. The once powerful Angelus is now
his Childe’s
Childe.” "I
hope you have as much luck with him as his first Sire," Xander said as he
watched Spike start to unchain Angel. He couldn't believe things had gone wrong
so fast, but he knew he wouldn't give up his time with Angel for anything. “It’ll be a joy to watch you
die,”
Spike spat back, then he leaned in close and whispered to Angel. “Can you hear his heart beating, pet?” "Yes,
Sire," Angel rumbled. "Is he mine?" Spike
had every intention of paying Angel back for humiliation and bit of pain he had
felt before he killed him, but for now he couldn’t resist a deep rumbling purr of
praise. “Yes, he’s yours, pet.” "Thank
you, Sire," Angel said, baring his throat for Spike even though he was
visibly resisting the pull of Xander's blood. “You
need to eat,” Spike said, caressing Angel’s neck. “I want you to kill the boy.” "Mine,"
Angel growled as he bounded over to Xander. "Mine," he whispered
again before he sank his teeth into Xander's neck. He was confused but he knew
the human was his and his Sire had agreed. He wanted to keep the human that
smelled so familiar, so as he stopped drinking when his heart started to slow,
and tore his wrist open. He ignored Spike's shout as he felt the human start to
drink from him. Angel
was knocked away from Xander by Spike’s fist. “What the fuck are ya doing?” "Mine,"
Angel protested, trying to get back to Xander. "You said he was mine,
Sire, and I want him." Even
as his Childe, Angel was trying to destroy his plans. It was a risk to turn Xander now, but Spike’s mind raced to turn this
situation to his advantage. With Xander
as his Childe, he could use the two fledges against each other to control them. Holding
Angel back with one hand, Spike ripped his other wrist open and gave it to
Xander. He had to take a wild guess on how much to feed the boy. He wasn't sure
how much Angel had already given him, but it didn't look like much. By
the time Spike was finished, he felt more than a little weak. He had just turned two vampires into his
Childer. He would have to keep them
chained up until he had time to feed. <><><><><><> Xander
slowly drifted toward consciousness. He knew something was wrong, but at the
same time he knew it was Angel wrapped around him so it couldn't be too bad. He
blinked his eyes open and saw Spike watching the two of them with a pissed off
expression. The fact that he was a vampire and Spike was his Sire flashed
through his mind, but there was some connection to Angel that let him ignore
Spike. He growled softly and nuzzled into Angel's neck, whispering,
"Sire." “He’s not you’re fucking Sire,” Spike snapped. “I am.” Xander
ignored Spike's comment when Angel arched his neck for him. He bit deeply and
twisted his head to offer his neck to Angel. “Bloody
hell,”
Spike growled and reached over to separate the two by pulling them apart by
their hair. “You’ll obey me, or…” "Yes,
Sire," Angel said. He offered his neck to Spike even while pulling Xander
away from Spike and behind himself. “You
both belong to me,” Spike hissed. “Why ya hiding what belongs
to me?” "You
said he was mine," Angel protested. "He belongs to me like I belong
to you." He hoped accepting his place below Spike without a fight would
placate him. “He
was yours to kill, not yours to turn,” Spike said. He was still livid, but he had to admit that
Angel’s
submissive act was having a very seductive effect on him. "Please,
Sire," Angel whispered as he gracefully sank to his knees in front of
Spike and started undoing his pants. Angel
might be his Childe now, but he still looked like Angelus. It looked like his Sire who was kneeling
before him and starting to stroke his cock.
He always been on the receiving of his Sire’s wrath and anger when it
came to sex, but never had Angelus dropped to his knees for him. Angel
was freeing Spike's cock when Xander started to growl angrily from where he was
also kneeling. Angel's spun around and he growled back at Xander with no sign
of the submissiveness he'd been showing Spike. Once he was sure Xander was
going to be quiet, Angel turned back around to focus on Spike. “This
won’t
make me forget…” Spike warned him, even as his cupped the back of Angel’s head. "No,"
Angel agreed with his lips hovering over Spike's cock and his voice pitched so low
that only Spike could hear him. He ran his tongue around the head of Spike's
cock. "But you always wanted to do this willingly didn't you, William? You
know this is the only way you'll have me willing." Spike
shivered when Angel called him William.
He pushed Angel’s head onto his cock, “I’m your Sire,” he repeated. He wanted them both to remember that. Angel
nodded his head while deep throating Spike, but his eyes made it clear that he
was only going to acknowledge Spike as long as Spike recognized that Xander
belonged to Angel. When
Spike came, his fists were tight in Angel’s hair. He had to stop himself from caressing Angel’s cheek, remembering he
couldn’t
let Angel get control of the situation.
“That
was passable,” he
said. "Thank
you, Sire," Angel said as he cleaned Spike off and refastened his pants.
"May I take my boy out to get some blood?" “We
hunt together now,” Spike answered, shaking his head. He didn’t trust either of them to alone yet. He was sure they would try to run. "We're
just finding a butcher, Sire. I can call and have the blood delivered for
Xander and I if you prefer," Angel said quietly. “You
still have your bloody soul, don’t ya?” Spike demanded with a deep growl. "Yes,
Sire," Angel said, almost apologetically. "And I don't believe there
is a curse this time." “Fuck,” Spike hissed and then
turned to Xander. “What about you? Any dirty lil’ souls running around in you?” "I'm
not sure, Grand-Sire," Xander said slowly. His voice was respectful, yet cold
at the same time. "I don't want to kill innocent humans though. That's not
the kind of thing I do. If we find some that deserve to die I'd kill them if
Angel allowed it." Spike
felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and he resisted the urge to twitch. “I’m your fucking Sire, Harris. My blood turned you, not his!” "I
belong to him," Xander said with a hint of a growl, turning glowing, green
eyes on Spike. "You're the pack leader and I'll obey you as long as you
are, but I belong to him." “Pack
leader…”
Spike repeated back slowly, then started to rant. “Great, not only do I have a Childe who used to be my Sire,
who just so happens to have soul, but I also have a Childe who denies I’m his Sire with weird
green glowing eyes!” Xander
moved up next to Spike and bent his head, offering his neck without saying a
word. He knew he had to keep Spike either off-balance or marginally happy with
the situation. Spike
pushed Xander away sharply at what he thought was a hollow display of
submissiveness. “Fuck you both!” he growled. “You go find yourself some pansy ass
butcher to get blood from, while I go out to feed. If you try to run, I’ll kill you both and don’t forget I can track you
now!” Xander
whined and moved back in front of Spike, ignoring Angel and still offering his
neck. "Pack?" he asked. Now he was the one who was confused. Spike
couldn’t
deal with this right now. He needed
blood and time to think. “Just fuck off,” he said and turned on
his heels to leave. "Sire,"
Angel said sharply. "If you don't recognize him as a pack member I doubt
he'll come back no matter what I say." Angel left it unsaid that he
wouldn't be coming back either of that happened. “Fine,
he’s
part of my bloody pack,” Spike answered, not bothering to turn around. “Happy?” "No,"
Angel yelled, at Xander not Spike. He watched his boy leap through the air and
onto Spike, snarling and trying to get to Spike's throat. But
Spike was quick and whirled around to catch Xander mid air with a punch into
the chest. When Xander hit the floor,
Spike was on top of him in full game face. Xander
gave a satisfied growl and twisted his head to the side again. He was sure that
Spike was either going to bite him or he was going to bite Spike. He didn't
feel he was ready to take Spike's place though, yet. Spike
bit into Xander’s neck, more to prove that he was in charge rather than to
take blood. When he had pulled away,
Xander’s
blood was dripping from his mouth. “I’m in charge!” he hissed and slapped Xander across the
face. "Yes,
Sire. I belong to Angel, but we both belong to you," Xander said with a
grin as he waited calmly for Spike to get up. Spike
huffed and got off of Xander. “Control him, Angel. If he so much as looks at me funny, I’ll beat him bloody.” "I
won't need to control him. He needed to know we were both part of your pack, or
he had to make you part of his pack," Angel said. "Now that you've
claimed him he won't do that again as long as you're a good leader, right
Xander?" Xander
had moved off of the floor and started to rub against Angel. “Of course not,” he said innocently. "Just
go get your blood," Spike snarled. "Be back here in two hours and no
talking to your old friends." He staked out the door to find something to
eat and get some time to think about things. He wasn't sure when he'd lost
control, but he'd defiantly lost it. <><><><><><> When
Spike came back into the room he’d left Angel and Xander in, he found
them fucking. Angel had Xander laid out
over a table and was fucking him viciously.
Bite marks scattered over Xander’s shoulders and they were both in
game face. "Bloody
hell, you two did eat before you started fucking didn't you?" Spike yelled
from the doorway. “Yeah,
yeah…”
Xander yelled back. “Eat, fuck, eat, then fuck
some more.” "Manners,"
Angel said, cuffing Xander's head without stopping his movements. Xander’s reply was to shove his
hips back and purr, “Anything for you, Sire.” "Yes,
we ate and we got enough for a few days in case you want us to stay in or we
travel," Angel grunted out. "You know if we stay here the others will
find us eventually and you won't be able to trust us in a fight against our old
friends." “Angel…” Xander whined, not happy
that he wasn’t
the center of attention anymore. Angel
bit into Xander's shoulder and took a few deep pulls of blood while he
increased his already frantic pace. He knew he needed to keep Xander quiet and
finish so they, or at least he, could focus on Spike. When
they finished and collapsed in a heap, Spike was watching them with a cold gaze
and smoking a cigarette. “Almost better then telly,” he commented. Angel
grinned back at Spike, the situation may have been different, but it brought
back what could be called good times. He pulled Xander into his lap and petted
him while watching Spike. "What would you like for me to do, Sire?"
he asked. “Quite
coddling the boy for starters,” Spike said, flicking his cigarette onto the floor and
stubbing it out with his boot. "Every
fledge deserves to be coddled," Angel said. "Don't you remember,
William. I know Angelus was an asshole later, but for those first few weeks he
coddled you. No matter what happened I tried to take care of you, or at least
make sure you were alive." “Was
that between the whippings and beatings?” Spike sneered at Angel. “Oh wait, I remember now, you always
told me I was a good boy if I didn’t scream too much, that the coddling
you were referring to?” "Yeah
there was a lot of that, but not at first. Even after Angelus started to play
it wasn't the same as it is now. We were both soulless then and if I'd never
gotten a soul and left you wouldn't have cared about all that," Angel
said. He moved Xander off his lap and walked to Spike. "I'm not really him,
but I'm as close as you're going to get take your revenge on. I won't fight
you, Sire." “Ah,
fuck,”
Spike sighed. “That just proves you’re nothing like
Angelus. Guess you’re just my Poof now.” Angel
nodded his agreement and stood calmly, waiting for orders. He could smell
Spike's arousal, but he knew better then to initiate anything. It wasn't his
place any more. "Right
then, take your boy to the bedroom, and both of you get your gear off,"
Spike said. "I'll be in shortly and no playing between the two of you
while you wait for me." “Are
we going somewhere, Sire?” Angel asked. He was
still a mish-mash of feelings and contradictions. He remembered being Spike’s Sire and enemy, but now he had to
deal with the reality of being Spike’s Childe. As Angel he had responsibilities to the Powers That Be, but now
he had to worry about Xander. "Don't
worry about that, poof. Right now I'm planning on giving you a good
coring," Spike said. "Seeing you and the boy reminded me that I
haven't been paying you enough attention." “Oh,
really?”
Angel asked. “There really hasn’t been any time to pay
attention to us.” "Got
time now. Get in there, and get ready. Make sure your boy knows how to behave
for me," Spike said as he whirled around to give his few minions a some
new orders. “Come
on, Xander,”
Angel coaxed when Xander hesitated. Xander
wanted to protest, but he'd seen Spike spin around as soon as Angel had said
anything. He knew Spike was glaring at them both, and, if he made a stink, Angel
would be the one to suffer. Swallowing his desire to tell Spike to fuck off, he
stood up and said, "Yes, Sire." When
they were alone in the room, Xander turned to Angel to tell him. “I don’t like him touching you.” He started to run his hands over Angel’s chest. "It's
not your choice, and you know it," Angel said. He couldn't bring himself
to say he didn't want it. Angel loved Xander, but Angelus lusted for Spike,
even more now that Spike was his Sire. "You piss him off and he'll fuck
you, too. Neither of us wants that. You do as you're told and keep your growls
to yourself, understand, Childe?" “I
will not always be under his thumb,” Xander growled. “One day I will challenge him for the
pack…” "I
don't mind," Angel said trying to explain. "It's his place, but I
don't want you forcing him to do more with you then biting you." “He
isn’t my
real Sire,”
Xander whispered, starting to nuzzle Angel’s neck. “I remember you biting me.” "And
that's why he'll leave you alone if you don't piss him off. That includes
starting something he told us not to," Angel said. "Now strip down
and get in bed." This time Angel used a growl to re-enforce his command. Xander
whined softly when he drew away from Angel, but he started to strip. It was pretty damn clear now that he would
be forced to watch Spike fuck Angel. "That's
a good boy," Angel said when they were both naked. "Just remember,
Spike could be making this a lot worse." Spike
sauntered in completely naked, finding Angel and Xander wrapped around each
other and already hard. “Guess that’s one way to greet your
Sire.” Angel
deftly ended the kiss and pushed Xander to the side of the bed against the
wall. Once Xander was as out of the way as he could get him, Angel got off the
bed and knelt at the edge of it. He remembered making Spike take the same
position many years ago. “Now
that’s a
sight,”
Spike purred, reaching out and stroking his cock. “And without prompting…” Angel
waited until Spike had moved closer, then reached out, not quite touching.
"May I, Sire?" he asked softly, licking his lips for emphasis. “Yeah,” Spike agreed. “Use your mouth to start with.” Angel
snuck a quick glare at Xander when he heard a tiny growl, then focused on the
task at hand. He swallowed Spike's cock smoothly and started pistoning his
mouth up and down over it. He'd known exactly what Spike liked for over a
hundred years, even if Angelus would seldom indulge Spike. Now he didn't have
to worry about status and focused on making Spike enjoy this more then any
blowjob he'd ever had before. The
lovely things about being a vampire was that he could cum and not have to worry
about recovering time. Spike came deep
inside of Angel’s mouth and was able to stay hard. It
was good, really good, and for a minute Spike didn't even realize Angel was
going for round two without ever changing position. It had some appeal, but
Spike had other ideas for the rest of the night and tugged at Angel's head.
"Enough of that. Get up on the bed on all fours," Spike said with a
slow smirk. He knew he had to be careful in his handling of Xander if he wanted
to control them both, but he had to display his control at the same time.
"Have your boy use his tongue to get you ready for me, and both your cocks
better remain untouched." Xander
was torn momentarily between wanting to touch Angel and deep-seated need to
disobey Spike on any order. But then he
looked at Angel who was in the middle of the bed with his legs spread. Angel was far too tempting and with a soft
growl, Xander obeyed Spike’s order. "That's
it, boy," Spike purred. He knew he was pushing Xander to the brink of
rebelling, but he was going to make sure he just pushed to the brink. He didn't
want to actually mess this little scene up. Xander
prepared Angel with his tongue until Spike told him to stop. But his little rebellion was to bite Angel’s cheek with is fangs,
marking Angel before Spike could take him. Spike
growled and cuffed Xander's head hard enough to toss him against the wall.
"You'd best teach him to behave himself soon," he hissed to Angel as
he shoved into him one movement. “He’s just a fledge,” Angel tried to justify
Xander rash behaviour. "Focus
on me, not him," Spike said as he picked up the pace. He was leaning over
Angel's back, biting at his neck. He could feel Xander's mix between lust and
anger which made taking Angel that much sweeter. He kept his pace rough, a
mirror of Angelus from hundreds of years ago. They were both pushing toward the
brink together, but Spike didn't plan to stop after the first time. He didn't
plan to stop until Angel begged. There
was a point when pain and pleasure merged.
Every time Spike’s cock brushed against his prostate Angel wanted to wail,
but he kept his mouth shut. Even now he
had some pride… that was until he reached the point he didn’t care about his pride
anymore. He only wanted to cum. “Sire, please…” he begged quietly. Spike
waited another minute to make his point before he came and ordered Angel to
come as well. When
they were both collapsed on the bed, Spike lying on Angel’s back, Angel looked over
to see Xander watching them. Xander was
in game face with his eyes glowing green.
He was also hard and growling continuously, but he hadn’t interfered. Angel
shook his head minutely when Xander started to move. He knew that Spike would
be sound asleep soon. He always fell asleep after sex like that. Once Angel was
sure he was out, he slid out from under Spike and moved over to pull Xander
into his arms. "Quietly," Angel whispered, then pulled Xander's head
to his neck and started stroking him with one hand. Xander
whimpered quietly and ran his fangs along Angel’s throat, but didn’t dare bit him without
permission. He wanted and needed to
taste Angel’s
blood again. It called to him just as
deeply as Angel’s touch did. With
a quick push of one hand, Angel forced Xander's fangs into his neck. The boy
had been good and he wanted to be stay quiet and keep Spike from waking up. He
let Xander take several mouthfuls of blood while he came. After that he wrapped
himself totally around Xander, with Xander and Spike on opposite sides of the
bed. When
Spike woke up, he didn’t have the sweet form of Angel under him like he had
expected. Instead he looked over to see
Angel wrapped around Xander. He could
smell that Xander had cum and also taken blood from Angel. Angel
woke up as soon as Spike had, and carefully shook Xander awake before rolling
over to face Spike. "Good evening, Sire," he said carefully. He could
tell Spike was upset, but he was not sure why. “Yeah,
whatever,”
Spike said. He was already rolled off
of the bed and searching for his cigarettes. Angel
nudged Xander with an elbow and Xander got the hint. "Good evening, Master
Spike." Xander's greeting was polite enough, but lacked the warmth of
Angel's greeting. “Enjoyed
yourself, I see,” Spike said. He
finally found his cigarettes and lit one up. "Do
you have any plans we're involved in?" Angel asked as he extracted himself
from Xander and sat up. He wasn't sure if Spike wanted him coming any closer
while he was pissed off, but Angel figured he could at least show Spike he was
ready. Spike
recognized that he was pissed off and it pissed him off even more when he
realized why. He had woken up alone,
with his Childer wrapped around each other.
They should be devoted to him, not each other. Instead of devotion, he got cold politeness at best. But he was the Big Bad and didn’t beg for something like
cuddling. “If I
leave ya here, you’ll just shag, won’t ya?” Spike growled. Angel
grinned for a fleeting second as he felt Xander's reaction to the idea. He
smoothed his expression quickly, but not fast enough from the way Spike's growl
increased. "You could stay," Angel offered hesitantly. “You
stay put, fuck each others brains out,” Spike snapped and stomped out the
room. "We
have to obey him right?" Xander asked as he moved around to offer his neck
to Angel. As far as he could tell Spike was just being as annoying as usual and
he wasn't going to worry about him. “I
think that we have to understand him now more than obey him,” Angel answered. Something was bothering Spike, but, despite
all of his threats, he hadn’t done anything to really harmed either of them. <><><><><><> "Angel?"
Xander called out from the bathroom where he was taking a shower. Spike had
left as soon as the sun went down, as he had been for the last two days, and
Angel had gone out for blood. Xander hadn't expected him back this quick and
something felt off. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist before
darting out of the bathroom. "Master, I'm sorry," Xander said and
dropped to his knees when he ran into the vampire. “Oh,
bloody hell. Get up,” Spike spat in
disgust. “It’s not like ya mean it anyways.” "Why
the hell wouldn't… I mean, may I speak, Master?" Xander said as he got to
his feet, but held his ground. “It’s more of an insult when
you pretend to respect me,” Spike said. “I
respect you. That's why I don't pretend to like you, but I do what you tell me
too. If I didn't respect you I'd either be trying to disobey you, or pretending
I did like you," Xander answered. He was still holding his ground, but he
wasn't sure he'd survive Spike's reaction to his honestly. Angel had even been
worried about how Spike had been acting since they'd been turned. Spike’s reaction wasn’t to hit Xander, but
started to laugh. “At least you’re an honest lil’ shit!” Emboldened
by Spike's response, Xander risked another question. "Are you mad because
I don't like you? Angel says something's bugging you but he doesn't know
what." “Nothing's
bothering me,”
Spike snapped. “Don’t have normal Childer, so
shouldn’t
expect a normal relationship.” "Other
then the capturing and the threatened torture and the turning, which are not so
bad now that I'm all turned, you've been pretty decent. Am I doing something
wrong?" “Just
not acting like a normal Childe,” Spike answered and the realized
this could be taken as a possible weakness.
“But
it don’t
matter.” "Angel
was right," Xander said quietly, almost to himself. "It's because I
haven't been doing that stuff with you." With a look that was a
combination of determination and fear, he sank to his knees in front of Spike. “Angel’s a dense prick
sometimes,”
Spike snapped. “I told ya, if ya don’t meant it, I don’t want it. Just do what you’re told. You’ll never be some adoring, obedient
Childe.” "You
claimed me fairly. If this is what you want then I want you to have it," Xander
said as he started to lower the zipper on Spike's jeans. Spike
had his principles, but he wasn’t about to turn down a blowjob, especially when he hadn’t even tried out Xander
yet. “If you even think about biting my
cock…” "Wouldn't
do that," Xander said quietly. "Angel wouldn't like it if I did
that." Before Spike could answer, he swallowed Spike down to the root,
using every trick Angel had taught him in the last few days. Angel
walked into the room to see Spike fucking Xander’s mouth. He might have intervened, if Xander wasn’t in control. Anyone else taking in the scene would have
though Xander’s
position on his knees was naturally submissive, but the dazed look on Spike’s face was enough to know
that Xander had obviously been the aggressor. Spike managed to open his eyes enough to
glare at Angel and motion him over. "Get on the bed and get ready,"
he said to Angel. "Soon as I'm done here it's your turn." “Yes,
Sire,”
Angel answered and started to strip off his clothes. Part of his consolation and torment was that Xander was obviously
enjoying himself. Xander
had to stifle a growl when Spike pulled out before he was done to go over to
Angel. He knew he'd done a good job and Spike wasn't even going to finish.
Xander wanted to push Spike back down, even if he couldn't. Spike
pointed at Angel and started to move towards the bed. “You’ll take his mouth, while I fuck him,” Spike instructed. "Shouldn't
it be me in the middle?" Xander asked hesitantly. It didn't feel right for
him to be taking Angel like that and especially not in front of someone else. “It’s time you remember that
you’re
both equal in my eyes,” Spike told him, glaring at Xander directly in the eye. "Do
what he says," Angel said from the bed. "It's his right and you know
it." Spike
reached out and traced his thumb along Xander’s lips. “Don’t you want to feel his pretty mouth on your cock?” "Yes,
Master," Xander said as he got in position. He was back to being polite
but unenthusiastic. Spike
grabbed the back of Angel’s head and pulled him back using his hair. “Make it good for him, Peaches.” "Always,"
Angel murmured, looking at Xander not Spike. Spike
entered Angel without any preparation.
He smiled when Angel howled, both out of pain and pleasure. He also smack Angel’s ass to get his
attention. “Don’t forget your boy. If you make it good, he might want to play
again.” Angel
started working on Xander's cock, trying to get him to at least relax some. At
the same time he had to keep paying attention to Spike enough to keep him happy
too. What finally seemed make Xander
stop glaring at Spike was one simple finger worked into his ass. Despite the tension, Angel had to admit the
entire situation was rather hot. Xander
made sure to control himself as he started to get close. He was pretty sure
that Spike should be the one the come first so he had to focus. From the look
Spike gave him, Spike knew how close he was and was planning on drawing things
out. Angel
wasn’t
sure how long everything lasted, but by the time they were finished, they had
each cum at least three times. Xander
had cum in his mouth and then ended up in the middle of the same position. As
soon as Spike pulled out of Xander and flopped onto his back, Xander rolled
over Angel so he and Spike were on opposite sides. When he didn't hear a
complaint, he snuggled up against Angel, pressing kisses along his neck. “He’s like a goddamn puppy,” Spike mumbled, fighting
back the urge to sleep. “All drool.” "I'll
make sure he doesn't drool on you," Angel said as he rolled the two of
them to the far side of the bed and started thrusting languidly against Xander.
Even after the previous rounds of sex they were slowly hardening again. Spike
had the urge to growl and pull his Childer to his side where they
belonged. It was like he was the only
one who felt the pull of the Sire-Childe bond.
He didn’t want to have to snip at them all the time. He wanted to touch them and not be
spurned. Overall, it just pissed him off
even more. “Get
out of my bed!” he growled. “You can both sleep on the
goddamn floor.” Xander
looked like he wanted to protest for a minute. After all he'd just let Spike do
pretty much whatever he wanted with him and now he was getting kicked out of bed
for it. His demon seemed to be providing some sense of self-preservation though
so he kept his mouth shut as he grabbed a pillow and moved to the floor with
Angel. "Why's he still mad?" he asked so quietly he mistakenly
assumed Spike couldn't hear him. “You
know what? You two take the fucking
bed, I’m
outta here,”
Spike growled, storming out of the bed.
He couldn’t take it. They were
making him mad. They didn’t even know how proper
fledges were supposed to act or that he wanted them to do. Angel
waited until Spike had left before answering Xander's question. "I really
don't know why he's mad. We haven't done anything we're not supposed to and
we've obeyed him. It's even more confusing being his Childe then it was being
his Sire." “Did
you two act like this when you where his Sire?” Xander asked. "Kind
of, he was always clingy which is why I'd push him away, but we haven't done
that to him. I'll try to talk to him tomorrow," Angel said as he pulled
Xander back up onto the bed. “Do
you like it when I cling to you?” Xander asked. He thought he might have a reason in mind
why Spike was agitated. "Of
course I do," Angel said, nuzzling at Xander's neck. "But I have a
soul." “Spike’s always been pretty
girly for a vampire. Dru used to be all
over him and he loved it. Maybe he
wants his Childer to act like fledges?” Xander reasoned. “He kept saying we didn’t act like regular
fledges.” "He
wants me to act like some newly turned fledge?" Angel asked in amazement. “Duh,
aren’t
you a newly turned fledge?” Xander pointed out. "As
are you," Angel growled. "Just because I have a soul doesn't mean you
don't need to address me properly." It wasn't what he meant to say, but he
needed a minute to think about the fact that their problems could be that
simple. “Sorry,
Sire,”
Xander answered. “But do we even really
need him?” "He's
my Sire, and my Childe at the same time. I don't want to leave him after he's
been almost nice to us," Angel said. "We're meant to be with him, I
think." “Then
we should make him treat us better,” Xander said, jumping to a simple
logic in his head. "He
is treating us fine. We, or at least I, just need to act more like a fledge
with him," Angel said with a small smile. “You
mean, all needy and dependent?” Xander asked with a disgusted look on his face. "Just
acting like I want too, the same way you should be acting with me. I was trying
not to pressure him, but he is my Sire. I want to be pampered some. I'm sure he
won't expect you to act the same way if you don't want to." “Problem
solved then,”
Xander said, cuddling even closer to Angel.
“Spike’s a wuss and we have to
be even bigger wusses.” Angel
sighed softly as he pulled Xander even closer. The boy was going to get himself
in trouble soon, but Angel didn't see anyway to explain things so he'd
understand without Spike possibly beating it into him. <><><><><><> “Have
a comfy sleep?” Spike asked sarcastically as he came in shortly after
dawn. He reeked of cheap whiskey and
blood. "Yes,
Sire," Angel said as he got out of bed to start undressing Spike.
"Would you like a bath?" He was stroking Spike's body as he removed
his clothes. It was surprising how easy it was to fall into the roll when he
just let himself do as he wanted. “What
do ya want?”
Spike asked suspiciously. "I
just want to please you, Sire," Angel answered. He knew Spike was going to
be suspicious, but was sure that he'd get used to things pretty quickly. “Did
he bump his head?” Spike asked Xander, who was quietly watching from the bed. "No,
he's just being himself, Master," Xander said. He still wasn't sure Angel
had the right idea, but it was what Angel wanted and it seemed to be keeping
Spike off balance so it couldn't be to bad. “I
think you’re
trying to play me,” Spike mumbled, but he was already starting to caress Angel’s face. Angel
didn't bother to answer. Spike would not believe any protestations. Instead he
started leading Spike into the bathroom. Once the water was on, he tugged Spike
into the shower and started washing him off. Angel
to admit it was nice that Spike was touching him. The touches started out as if Spike was just using Angel so he
wouldn’t
fall down on the slippery tile, but then the touches became more personal and
possessive. They
were both hard by the time they were clean, but Spike didn't hint that he
wanted Angel to do anything. He wanted to see what his Childe had planned. He
let Angel dry him off then led him back to the bedroom. "So, pet, what
would you like to do?" Spike asked when they were standing next to the
bed. “Would
you like to taste my blood, Sire?” Angel asked, tilting back his
head. It was the ultimate form of
submission for any vampire. Xander
watched as the two of them fed from each other then fucked. He didn't mind really.
It wasn't bad entertainment, but, throughout it and afterwards, neither of them
paid any attention to him. Finally, Xander started scooting across the bed to
where Spike was wrapped around Angel. As soon as he got close, Spike started
glaring at him, and Xander stopped, curling up on himself just inches from the
two of them. <><><><><><> The
next few days slowly drove Angel to the brink. Xander and Spike seemed addicted
to him and he could only keep one of them happy at a time. He was getting frustrated
trying to balance the two of them. He wasn't sure if it was his distraction or
just bad luck that caused him to get skewered, repeatedly, by a Fr'th'd demon
they were fighting. He was vaguely aware he'd collapsed to the ground as his
Sire and his Childe tore apart the demon that had hurt him. Spike
carried Angel back to the lair, following closely by Xander. When he laid him down on the bed, Spike
started to caress his hair. “Don’t know what’s wrong with him,” he said. "You're
wearing him out," Xander snapped. He'd been genuinely much politer with
Spike, just disagreeing over Angel, but he seemed to think that let him speak
his mind when he felt like he needed to. “This
is all your fucking fault!” Spike snapped. “I’m his Sire, he’s supposed to spend time
with me, not waste his energy with you.” Xander
tried to push Spike away from Angel as he slipped into game face. "I'm his
Childe. You just turned him for revenge. You didn't even want him so what does
it matter?" “This
is why he’s
torn apart,”
Spike growled back. “His loyalty should be
focused on just me, not some wanna-be Childe.” "You
already tried to take him from me once," Xander snarled. "Try it
again and I'll kill you myself." “Kill
me and ya kill Angel too, dumbass,” Spike said. “He needs me.” Xander
leapt on Spike, using surprise to knock him to the floor. His demon rebelled at
attack Spike, but the hyena wanted him dead. He was threatening their mate.
"Mine, not yours," Xander growled again as he tried to sink his fangs
into Spike's throat. Spike
grabbed Xander by the back of the head and restrained him. He had come to accept that he would have to
tolerate Xander somewhat if he wanted Angel, so it was damn time the boy
accepted that fact as well. “He belongs to both of us!” "You
know he's mine," Xander gloated, as he tried to break free of Spike's
grasp. "If he wasn't you'd have dusted me already, but you know you'd lose
him forever then." “And
you know he can’t leave me,” Spike responded, tightening his grip. “If he could, he would have already.” Xander
didn't have and answer for that, he just struggled harder. Spike let him wear
himself out then flipped over, pinning Xander to the floor. "Only problem
I see here is not treating you like my Childe from the start. I'm going to fuck
you, just you and me, and you're gonna like it," Spike said almost calmly. “Fuck
off!”
Xander spat, his eyes glowing as green as they ever had. “I won’t submit!” Spike
bent down and bit into Xander's neck, taking several deep pulls of blood. He ignored
Xander's complaints and managed to tear one wrist open. There was no way a
fledge could resist the scent of his Sire's blood, and Spike was glad to see
that the same held true for a Xander too. "That's it. That's the same
blood that created you," Spike said softly, taking advantage of Xander's
relative calmness while focused on the blood. Xander
grabbed Spike’s
wrist and started to suck the blood into his mouth, growling the entire
time. Even pinned under Spike and
drinking his Sire’s blood, he looked at Spike with defiant eyes. "Enough,"
Spike said as he pulled his wrist away. "You're my Childe just like him.
Your blood knows it." Spike stood up and watched Xander. "Take off
your clothes and then mine, Childe." Xander
hissed at Spike, snapping at him with his fangs and trying to grab back Spike’s wrist. “More!” "I
told you to take off your clothes," Spike growled, advancing on Xander. Part
of Xander was telling him that now that Spike was finally asserting his
authority, it would be so easy to obey him.
Things would be so easy… but the other part of his brain was telling him to fight. "You
know you need to do this. I've shown you can trust me," Spike said. He
knew things would be easier if Xander gave in but he was going to be ready
either way. “You’ll try and take him away
from me,”
Xander said. Those both knew who he was
talking about. "This
isn't about him, boy." Spike reached down and ripped Xander's shirt off.
"This is about you knowing that you both belong to me which means you'll stay
together, but at my side." “Pack?” Xander asked Spike
uncertainly. He wanted to hear Spike
finally say that they were a pack. A
pack didn’t
always get along, but they always stayed together. "My
bloody pack, my bloody Childer," Spike growled, frustrated that the boy
was still talking. At least he wasn't protesting as Spike pulled off the rest
of his clothes. He undid his pants and let them pool around his ankles.
"Now get me wet, boy. Screw this up and I'm fucking you dry." Something
seemed to click inside of Xander. He
wasn’t
suddenly in love with Spike, but he had a new respect for him as Sire and
leader of the pack. He took Spike’s cock into his mouth and
started to purr. "That's
it," Spike encouraged. He started running his hands through Xander's hair
and over his face. "Getting me nice and wet, just like I asked. You can be
a good Childe, can't you?" Xander
hated that he craved Spike’s praise, and that a part of him recognized Spike as his
Sire. He sucked harder and purposely
nicked the head of Spike’s cock with his fangs. Spike
let Xander get a few drops of blood then pulled him off. "Now, take the
rest of my clothes off and get on all fours," Spike said. Xander
listened to Spike this time. The demon
in him wanted to taste Spike’s blood again. As he
positioned himself on all fours, he looked up at Spike over his shoulder, his
eyes still challenging. Spike
chuckled at the look in Xander's eyes. "Don't worry, boy. I like you with a
bit of backbone, as long as you don't fight me too much we'll be fine," he
said to Xander as he pushed in fast enough to make him feel it. As
a slight protest, Xander reached down and started to caress his own cock. Spike hadn’t told him he couldn’t, so he wasn’t exactly disobeying him. Spike
took advantage of Xander's distraction to slam into him hard enough to shatter
his balance. "You'll enjoy it more if you let me take of that," Spike
purred as he kept pressing Xander hard enough to make him work to get back on
all fours. Spike
worked Xander’s
body like the Master vampire he was. By
the time he was finished with Xander, the fledging was covered in bite marks,
had cum three times and was collapsed on the floor. As
soon as Spike pulled out, Xander rolled onto his back. His stare wordlessly
asked Spike for the blood he craved. “If
you’re a
good boy, it good be like this all the time,” Spike said, offering his wrist to
Xander. “Angel wouldn’t be so torn apart…” Nothing
was said as Xander fed from Spike, but he thought about it. Spike was right.
Angel would be happier if he and Spike were not fighting over his attention all
the time. There was no way he was going to tell Spike that though. Instead,
when they were done and getting in bed he showed it by curling up against Spike
with Angel on the other side. Hours
later, when Angel woke up from his healing sleep, he looked across Spike into
Xander's eyes. Angel wasn't sure what had gone on while he was asleep, but, as
Xander leaned over to start kissing him over Spike's body while Spike ran his
hands over both of them, he knew something had changed for the better. He
smiled at Xander as they kept staring at each other while nuzzling Spike's
chest. For the first time since Spike had shown up he didn't feel pulled
between the two of them. The End
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