AU. Spike and Angel have never met before. Giles, Spike and Xander are an established threesome who introduce new couple Angel and Wesley to BDSM.

Two and Three Make Five

by
Zan

Xander played with Spike's hand, stroking a finger across Spike's palm in a sexual rhythm, preparing for what he hoped would be a great night.
   
"Don't you ever get enough?" Spike asked in a low voice.
   

"Of you?  No."  Xander licked his lips suggestively, his cock hard and starting to press urgently into the bars of the cock-cage he was wearing under his loose trousers. He shifted in his seat and Spike smiled as he glanced down at Xander's tormented crotch.

"I met an interesting couple at the pool this afternoon," Xander said. "I've asked them to join us. They could be a lot of fun. Maybe we won't need to go prowling."

"New to each other are they?" asked Spike as he watched a handsome dark vampire lead a slim human across the room towards them. He stroked Xamder's inner thigh and heard the young man's breathing hitch. "New love is so wonderful." gasped Xander

"Old love ain't so bad, pet," Spike muttered as he noticed Xander wince and shift in his chair again as his thickening cock met the bars of his cage.

Spike's cock twitched.

"Oops, sorry" muttered the young man with the long curls as he bumped into the table.

"Hi," Xander beamed.  "Join us?"
"I thought you told us there were three of you." the tall vampire said

Xander spotted Giles in dark tight jeans, dark shirt, and leather vest walking from the elevator into the bar.  Both men and women watched Giles with interest and Xander was glad his lover didn't understand his strong sex appeal. "Here he is,"said Xander, smiling up at Giles. Giles slid out a chair next to Xander and sat down, cradling a fresh, cold bottle of beer, and snapped his fingers.
   
Xander pulled the metal and leather leash from his pocket and held it out.

"Here, Master," he whispered, thrilled with the feeling of being owned handing over the leash gave him.
   
Giles took the leash and tugged slightly, causing Xander to blanch as metal bit into sensitive flesh.
   
"Are you okay?" Spike asked.
   
"No, damnit."  Xander adjusted his body, allowing for Giles's control.  "You dressed me in the smaller one and you know it's too tight. I'm not even half hard and it's biting already."
   
Spike shrugged and smiled at Angel and Wesley.  "He's been a very bad boy so his tight bindings remind him to be good."
   
"Not as bad as you," Xander sneered.
   
Wesley looked puzzled, then said.  "You must be Giles.  They said you would be joining us."
   
"Pleased to meet you."  Giles said in his cultured English accent and offered his hand.
   
"I'm Wesley and this is Angel."  Giles  locked eyes with Angel as he felt the coolness of Angel's hand. "Ah, I see," he said. "You're a vampire too, like Spike."

Angel glanced at Spike who leered back at him.

"Yes, if that's going to be a problem...."

"Not at all," said Giles. "Please feel welcome to stay. This resort caters for mixed pairings, that's why we come here."
   
The men were quiet as the waitress sat the fresh drinks on the table and Spike dropped money on her tray.
   
Angel stared at Spike.  "Do we know each other?"
   
Spike shook his head, his blond curls bouncing around his face.  "No.  At least not personally, but I can spot a vamp anywhere."
   
"So," Angel said menacingly, "does that make you a brother vamp or a Vampire Hunter?"
   
"Depends on who you ask," Spike quipped.
   
"These days," Giles defended in a quiet tone, "Spike is neither, nor are we."
       
"How do you handle two lovers?" Wesley asked Xander, his eyes wide.
   
"I sleep in the middle."  Xander chuckled quietly, enjoying the stunned look on Wesley's face.
   
"Every night?" Wesley continued.
   
"Unless we want a little variety," Xander teased.

Wesley was almost squirming in his chair with excitement.
   
"Some days," Angel grumbled, glancing at his hyper lover, "I feel like tying him to the chair to keep him still."
   
"Anytime, big guy," Wesley whispered.
   
"Handcuffing him to the bed might be more fun," Xander teased quietly and watched Angel tense with anger or frustration.
   
"Maybe we should move this conversation t' someplace more private," Spike suggested.
   
"We have a suite upstairs," Xander  said, "and it's as close as the elevators."
   
"And if Angel gets uncomfortable, it's easy enough to leave."  Spike folded his hands around his beer bottle and carefully watched the the other vampire.
   
"That's a great idea."  Wesley was visibly excited.  "Not only can I get to know a gay couple, but a what? Threesome?"
   
"Then shall we take this upstairs?"  Xander invited.  "We have a fully stocked bar, and if you're hungry, great room service."
   
Spike stood.  "Talk it over.  We're in room twelve forty nine if yer decide t' join us."
   
Giles stood and held the leash as Xander stood.  "If you decide not to come up," Xander said, "have a great life together."
   
"I thought we were going to play tonight," Giles grumbled as he led Xander onto the elevator, tugging on the leash.
   
"Ouch!  We are," Xander promised.
   
"Yeah, Giles," Spike acknowledged, pushing number twelve. "Angel's as big a pushover fer Wesley as we are fer Xander and I'm sure 'e says no as successfully as we do."
   
"You're hot for the vampire," Xander stated.  "You want to melt that reserve just a little."
   
"You gotta problem with that, pet?" Spike opened the door.
   
"Not as long as I get to help."  Xander closed the door behind Giles and took the leash from him before pushing Spike against the wall and kissing him roughly.
   
Giles caressed Xander's ass.  "And what do you want?"
   
Xander turned to include Giles in the kiss.  "I think that adorable little elf is a frustrated bottom and that my favorite tops should be ready to relieve his frustration."
   
"What do you have in mind?"  Giles led the way to the large curved sectional that divided the room, where he and Spike made themselves comfortable.
   
"Let's see what develops."   Xander found the room service menu and flipped through the pages.  "What shall we order?  Fruit?  Cheese?"
   
"You're the one who's always hungry after sex," Spike teased, "so order whatever you want."
   
Xander decided on a selection of fruit, cheese, cold cuts and bread, then asked for candles for the table and an extra pitcher of iced water.
   
"Sit."  Giles patted the blue leather sofa, then waited as Xander did so.  "So what makes you think he's a frustrated bottom?"
   
Xander flopped down with his head in Giles's lap and his legs across Spike's lap.  "The look in his eyes when Angel mentioned tying him to the chair, and Angel's reaction to my comment.  It reminded me of the distasteful look on Giles's face the first time he watched me in a scene."
   
"Until I learned how hot you got when I paddled your beautiful ass."  Giles stroked Xander's denim covered cock.
   
"Or how great the sex is when we take 'im flying," Spike said.
   
"Yes," Giles agreed, then leaned across Xander to kiss Spike with a passion Xander could feel in Spike's cock.
   
The doorbell rang.
   
Xander kicked off his shoes.  "Spike, get the door."
   
"Yes, my favorite slave."  Spike stood, then leaned down for a quick kiss.
   
"Behave yourself," Giles ordered.
   
Xander chuckled and pulled Giles down for a throat thrusting kiss.
   
"Come in," Spike invited as he opened the door.  "I knew you couldn't say no to him," he purred to Angel.
   
Wesley bounced into the room.  "Nice place."
   
"Yeah."  Xander stretched his legs.  "Giles specializes in nice places."
   
Wesley dropped onto the sofa near Xander's feet where he could see the one large bed.  "You like sleeping in the middle?" he asked Xander.

"I like having my favorite tops catering to my every whim."  Xander waved his arm.  "Spike, how about a beer?"
   
"Easy, pet.  Don't push it or I'll...," Spike's eyes flashed yellow.
   
"You'll what?"  Xander asked, his eyes half closed while he rolled his head against Giles's hardness.
   
"Spank yer arse," Spike snapped.
   
"Promises, promises," Xander teased, smiling at Spike.
   
Wesley was still and quiet while Spike removed beer from the small refrigerator.  When their hands touched around the cold wet bottle, Wesley gulped and asked, "Do you really spank him?"
   
"Only when he's been a bad boy," Spike stroked Xander's thigh, "which is most of the time."  Spike filled his mouth with beer, then leaned over and dribbled it into Xander's mouth before kissing him.
   
"I thought you had a million questions, luv."  Angel's voice was husky.
   
"I did."  Wesley looked at Angel, then at Xander.  "And now I have about a million more."
   
Spike lifted Xander's feet, sat down, then arranged Xander's feet in his lap.  "So ask."
   
"Uh, how did you meet and were you couples first, before you were a, um, triple?"
   
Xander rolled onto his side so he could see Wesley, and noticed that Angel was perched on the edge of the sofa,  poised for flight.

"Is that really what you want to know, or do you want me to tell you how Spike's hand feels when it strikes my bare ass."
   
Wesley gulped as his face flushed.  "Ah...".
   
The doorbell rang and there was a muffled call of, "Room service."
   
Spike pushed Xander's feet off his lap.  "Shall I get that, too, exalted one?"
   
"Yes, please."  Xander grinned.  "I'll make it up to you."
   
"Damn right you will," Spike growled as he crossed the room, and opened the door to a slim, young Latino wearing waiter's livery, who was standing behind a laden cart.
   
"Your order, sir.  Shall I set this up for you?" the young man asked.
   
"Buffet style, on the table," Xander ordered as he sat up on the sofa.  After kissing Giles, Xander stood and walked to the table.  He grabbed a large strawberry from the tray and popped it into his mouth.  "He's pretty, Spike, tip him nicely."
   
"Xander," Spike warned.
   
Ignoring his lover, Xander retrieved matches from the ashtray on the sidetable holding the telephone and lit the tall candles. As the waiter left the suite, Xander caressed Spike's ass.  "Were you good to him?"
   
"Yes, him I can be good to.  But you," Spike thumped his finger against Xander's chest, "you could be in serious trouble, especially if you scare Angel off."
   
"Don't want to do that," Xander responded, "'cause he might take Wesley with him."  He returned his attention to the table and filled a plate for Giles.

Angel stood next to Spike.  "Is he always this difficult?"
   
" 'e's on his best behavior tonight.  I'm afraid Giles and I 'ave spoiled him rotten." Spike glanced lovingly at Xander.
   
"Do you, uh, really, discipline him?" Angel asked as Wesley filled a plate.
   
"Would you like to watch?" Spike taunted.
   
Angel looked down in confusion.  "Ah, no, uh, I don't think so."
   
"Are you committed to him in a monogamous relationship?" Giles inquired.
   
"No, he's not," Wesley answered instead, offering Angel an orange slice.  "We've never really discussed our relationship.  I seduced him and I'm not sure he's comfortable with us yet."
   
"Were yer willingly seduced?" Spike asked Angel.
   
"He didn't handcuff me to the bed," Angel admitted.
   
"Would you let him?" Xander teased.  "Handcuff you?"
   
"Wesley."  Angel stepped towards the door.
   
"Don't go," Xander pleaded.  "I promise to be good."
   
"And I do want to ask some questions," Wesley added.
   
Spike glared at Xander.
   
Giles looked sternly at his lovers.  "Xander, I suggest you work very hard at being good, or Iwill allow Spike to punish you."

Xander grinned at his two irate lovers
   
"Are you, um, monogamous?" Wesley stuttered.  "I mean, just the three of you?"
   
"No."  Xander watched Spike lean back and touch Angel's arm. "As a matter of fact, right now, Spike really wants a piece of Angel's ass."
   
Spike jumped to his feet.  "I am going t' paddle your arse."
   
"Easy, Spike," Giles warned, "you have been a little obvious."
   
Wesley moved over to sit in the curve of Angel's arm, then glanced around at the other three men.  "What do you do when one of you wants someone else?"
   
"Watch," Xander explained.  "Or share."
   
Wesley's bright blue eyes got wider.

"What images invade your mind when you think about Angel with Spike?" Xander asked softly.
   
Wesley leaned forward and covered his face with his hands while Angel sat very still and Spike walked to the table, where he picked at the fruit.
   
"Wesley, if I'm going to share my lover with yours, I want to know how you feel about it," Xander probed.
   
Without moving his hands, Wesley mumbled, "Confused.  On the one hand, the images are so hot that my cock is hard, but the idea of Angel with another man..." Wesley dropped his hands and faced Angel.
   
Angel looked around the room, then cupped Wesley's face and kissed him.  "Let's go, luv."
   
"If you do, you'll never get the answers to those questions." Xander paused and glanced at Spike.  "Does Angel like the feel of your hair rubbing over his cock?" he asked Wesley, changing the subject on purpose.
   
Wesley's face flushed as he looked at Xander.  "Oh, yes. Very much."
   
"Think about Spikes's blond curls there instead of yours."
   
"Or your long, soft brown hair," Wesley gasped.
   
Spike stood behind the sofa where Angel and Wesley sat.  "It's silky soft," Spike whispered in Wesley's ear, "and it feels wonderful around me cock."
   
"Why do you want me to think about my lover with another man?" Wesley choked.
   
"Because," Xander grinned, "the sex can be incredible."
   
Spike leaned over Wesley.  "Xander thrives on incredible sex."
   
Angel glared at Spike.  "Our sex life is not open for discussion."
   
Giles rested his hand on the inside of Xander's thigh, then looked at Angel.  "Why did you come up here?  You had to know that sex with us was a possibility."
   
"It's what Spike said earlier; I really can't say no to Wesley, and he wanted to come up here."
   
"Wesley?" Giles asked.
   
"I, uh, I was curious," Wesley confessed.
   
"About us?  About sex with us?"  Xander licked his lips. "Or about being spanked?"
   
"All of the above," Wesley hesitated, then jumped up from the sofa and went to the window where he stared out into the dark night.  "As for the last thing you mentioned, Angel won't even discuss
it."
   
Xander dropped a quick kiss on Giles's mouth, then moved to stand behind Wesley.  "How badly do you want it?"
   
"He treats me like a China doll and sometimes I need...".
   
Xander wrapped his arms around the smaller man, who was trembling.  "I know, I know.  In our beginning, I was lucky enough to be trained by Spike, and then later we had to train Giles."  Xander kissed Wesley's neck. "Giles was horrified when he first realized what I wanted him to do.  Not only did I want him to beat me, his word, but I wanted him to learn from Spike how to hurt me properly." Xander chuckled.
   
"Do you think...?"
   
"It could happen, if you want it, and if Angel wants to spoil you like I think he does."
   
Wesley shook his head, his curls tickling Xander's face.  "He won't."

"I would once have said the same for Giles, but I convinced him just like you can convince Angel.  He's already admitted he can't say no to you."  Xander slid his hands down Wesley's stomach to rest on his crotch.   "You want to watch Spike spank me?"
   
"Ohhhh."  Sagging into Xander's embrace, Wesley's cock swelled.

Xander rocked against Wesley. "If you really want it, let us help you."
   
"You wanna explain why?"

"I'd rather fuck you after I paddle your ass to a bright red."

Wesley pushed his hardness against Xander's hand. "And what do you get out of it?"
   
"Incredible sex."
   
Wesley laughed hesitantly.  "Yes," he surrendered.

Before Xander could act on Wesley's desires, the feel of soft lips on his neck and Spike's unmistakable hands cupping his ass reminded Xander that other issues were involved.  Spike said, "Angel has decided 'e wants to leave, so I'm goin' t' punish you."
   
"No," Wesley whimpered.
   
"No, what?" Spike asked.
   
"I can't leave like this," Wesley moaned.  "I'm so hard it hurts."
   
"Why don't you take Angel to the bathroom and change his mind?" Xander suggested.
   
"I, uh...".
   
"You c'n do it," Spike whispered, "jus' let 'im drown in yer beautiful eyes while 'e's got yer cock in 'is hand, or 'is mouth."
   
"Wesley!" Angel called from across the room.
   
"Do it," Xander reassured him as he turned Wesley and released him.
   
"You," Spike warned Xander, "are in serious trouble."
   
Xander watched as Wesley tugged a stubborn Angel into the large bathroom.  "They aren't gone yet."  He bit Spike's ear lobe.  "But I do expect the spanking you promised me, whether Wesley's here to watch or not."
   
"Count on it!" Spike growled and waltzed Xander towards the sofa and Giles.
   
"You want him bad, don't you, luv?" Giles asked, staring at the closed bathroom door.
   
Spike sat down next to Giles.  "Yeah.  From the first moment I saw 'im.  D' yer mind?"
   
Giles cupped Spike's face and held it as he kissed his lover. "I don't say no to you very well either."
   
"I love you, Master Giles."
   
"I know you do, Spike, but I think you need a little of what you've been promising Xander."
   
"Ummm, you think?"  Xander knelt in front of Giles, nuzzling his denim covered groin.
   
"I think we've been ignoring Master for too long," Spike murmered, kissing Giles' neck.
   
"Master agrees."  Giles spread his legs as Xander struggled with the zipper.
   
"Can I help punish Spike?" Xander wheedled.
   
"No, you can't." Spike tugged at the buttons on Giles' shirt until it was hanging open.
   
Giles groaned and worked his hand between Spike's legs.
   
Spike shifted position, giving Giles better access while he plundered Giles' mouth.
   
Xander sucked Giles' cock into his throat.
   
"Excuse me," Angel said, coughing.
   
Spike pulled back and Giles ran his fingers through Xander's hair while he looked at Angel.  "I thought you were bored with this party," Giles deadpanned.
   
"Uh, Wesley wants to stay," Angel managed, "and watching them service you...".
   
"I can see the evidence in your pants, Detective," Giles stated flatly.
   
Angel didn't reply.
   
"Very well, Angel, I want you to sit on the sofa across from me, where you can clearly see everything that happens.  Put your hands on your knees and don't move them until I tell you to," Giles ordered.
   
"Yes, sir," Angel responded without hesitation.
   
Xander snickered against Giles' cock.
   
"Xander Harris," Giles raised Xander's head from his lap, "you have been a very bad boy tonight."
   
"Yes, Master."  Xander, still on his knees, looked into Giles' stern eyes.
   
"Stand, your hands by your side, right there," Giles pointed, "in the middle of the room."
   
Xander did as he was ordered, backing up so as not to break eye contact with his lover.  His cock throbbed and his lungs could not seem to draw enough air.
   
"Spike, finish what Xander started," Giles dictated.
   
Spike instantly knelt between Giles' legs.
   
"Wesley!" Giles snapped.
   
"Yes, sir?"
   
"Undress Xander."
   
Wesley looked at Angel.
   
"Now!" Giles growled in a low voice.
   
Wesley stepped in front of Xander and unbuttoned the top of his polo shirt.
   
Xander winked at Wesley, then schooled his face.
   
Wesley pulled the shirt up, skimming his fingers across Xander's skin, stopping when he touched the metal.  "What's this?"
   
Xander drew a deep breath, then leaned over so Wesley could remove the shirt.  "Take it off carefully."
   
Wesley dropped the shirt onto the floor, fingered the chain that connected Xander's nipples, then ran across his stomach and disappeared in his pants.
   
"They're adjustable nipple clamps, so Master can alter the tightness depending on how bad I've been," Xander explained, "but Spike didn't want me to remove my nipple ring, so the left one is just hooked
into the ring."
   
"Remove the clamps and suck his nipples," Giles demanded, his fingers tangled in Spike's hair.
   
Xander gave Blair an encouraging smile, then hissed when the young man tugged on the nipple ring.  Xander glanced at Giles, afraid Master would be annoyed by the noise, but Giles was arching back, ready to cream Spike's mouth.
   
Raising his hips off the sofa, Giles glared at Spike.  "Don't spill a drop, or I will let Xander punish you."
   
"Yes, Master,"  Spike mumbled, finishing Giles.  Lifting his face, Spike dropped cream on Giles' cheek.
   
"Lick it off," Giles ordered, glaring at Spike.
   
Spike ran his tongue over Giles' lips, then cleaned his face.
   
"Bring me the riding crop," Giles directed Spike.
   
Spike stood, glancing down at Giles' soft genitals.  "Yes, Master."
   
"Wesley."  Giles zipped his pants.  "Remove Xander's pants. Carefully."
   
Xander risked a quick glance at Angel, who was still in his ordered position, but his eyes were glazed with passion, and his lips made a tight thin line.
   
Giles stood as Spike returned.  After taking the riding crop, he directed, "Stand behind Angel and drop your pants."
   
"But, Master, yer promised Xander could...".
   
Giles struck Spike's jeans covered ass.  "Now!"
   
"Yes, Master."
   
"Lean over the sofa so that your hands are behind Angel's back."
   
"Yes, Master."
   
Giles hit Spike's bare flesh three times with the leather crop.  "Did you deliberately disobey me?"
   
"Yes, Master," Spike hissed through the sharp pain.
   
Giles whacked him three more times.  "Remove your clothes, then stand in front of the bed, at attention, your back to the room, until I tell you otherwise."
   
Spike did as Giles ordered.  Xander could see thin red stripes that would be bruises on Spike's butt.
   
Giles snapped the riding crop across the palm of his hand.  "I want Xander naked!  Now!"
   
Wesley gulped as Xander, holding the leash and clamp chain, stepped out of his pants.  "Oh, my," he whispered, dropping to his knees and pressing his face to Xander's groin. "What's that?"
   
Xander chuckled at the look on Wesley's face.  "The silver cage around my cock is a cockcage, the clamp attached under the foreskin of my dick is part of the nipple clamp paraphernalia, and the leash attached to the cockring is what Giles uses to control me when we're in public."
   
"Why?"
   
"Because it feels good.  Walking through the bar with my master holding a leash attached to my cock is a real turn on, for both of us."  Xander stroked Wesley's fingers. "I'm also wearing a butt plug."
   
"Take the leash and clamps off," Giles ordered.  "The butt plug stays and replace the cockcage with a cock ring."
   
Wesley's hands were shaking as he removed the controlling devices.  He fondled Xander's dick and the leather ring.
   
"Suck it!"  Giles wacked Xander's butt with the riding crop. "All of it down your throat!  Remove the cockring just before you bring him off."
   
"Yes, sir." Wesley followed orders, leaving Xander gasping for breath and Angel's fingers white as he tightly gripped his own knees.
   
"No," Spike cried.
   
Giles smacked Spike's butt.  "I did not give you permission to speak."  Giles whirled to face Angel.  "And what's your problem, Angel?"
   
"He's too big," Angel croaked, "he's going to hurt Wesley,"
   
Giles went to the table and poured a glass of water, which he handed to Angel.  "Drink this.  Wesley's fine.  Xander's so hot he's gonna last about thirty seconds."  Giles sat on the sofa next to Angel and traced the riding crop across Angel's erection.  "You took care of Wesley in the bathroom?"
   
A faint smile played around Angel's mouth.  "He lasted about thirty seconds."
   
Xander grabbed Wesley's head and moaned as he pumped into the willing mouth.
   
Wesley leaned back, licked his smiling lips and stared questioningly at Giles.
   
"Xander, you may sit on the sofa with Wesley and undress him." Giles cupped Angel's hardness and squeezed.  "Would you like to relieve this?"
   
Angel dropped the glass on the table between the pieces of the curved sectional.  "Yes," he hissed.
   
"Spike, come here," Giles ordered.
   
Spike moved quickly to stand in front of Giles and Angel, his proud cock standing out from a hairless base.  Giles stroked the organ, rubbing fluid across the head.  "The last time Spike misbehaved, I had Xander shave him.  I like him this way so much I'm going to keep him like this for a while."  Giles leaned forward and licked Spike's smooth balls, causing him to shiver.  "He's very sensitive like this, aren't you, luv?"
   
"Yes, Master," Spike gasped.
   
Giles kissed each of Spike's balls, then stood.  "Undress him, Spike."
   
"Master, please, may I kiss 'im?"
   
"Yes, Spike, you may kiss the good detective, but you may not touch his cock, or he yours."
   
Xander watched Spike's tongue probe Angel's mouth for a few moments, then turned on the sofa to concentrate on Wesley.  Xander removed Wesley's sweater, then unbuttoned his shirt.  He found a small gold nipple ring that matched his own.  "Master Giles, may I please suck his nipples?"
   
Xander pushed the shirt off Wesley's shoulders while Giles teased the nipple ring with the riding crop.  "Yes, Xander, you may play with Wesley's pretty nipples."
   
"Thank you, Master."  Xander tugged the little gold ring, mimicking what Wesley had done to him.

Giles tousled Xander's long hair with his hands, then ordered, "Spike, take Angel's shirt off."  Giles clinked the ice in the glass Angel had used.  "Do you understand?"
   
Spike eyed the glass and smiled at Giles.  "Yes, Master."
   
"Get Wesley's pants off," Giles ordered Xander.
   
All activity in the room stopped when Angel screamed.
   
Giles, Xander and Wesley turned to look at Angel and Spike, who grinned.  "I think it was effective, Master."  Angel's nipples were tight, hard buds.
   
"It's just ice, Mr. Detective," Giles explained.  "Continue, Spike."
   
Spike took his time choosing another ice cube, then placed it in his mouth before touching it to Angel's left nipple.
   
This time, Angel moaned and squirmed.
   
"Good boy," Giles praised Spike before turning back to Vinnie. "Didn't I tell you to remove Wesley's pants?  Don't disobey me."
   
"Master," Angel whimpered.
   
Giles turned and the two men stared at each other.
   
"Please, Master," Angel pleaded, "I'm going to come in my pants."
   
"I punish slaves who come without my permission."  Giles drew his riding crop across Angel's chest.
   
"Spike, you may open Angel's pants and take care of him.  And," Giles caught Spike's chin with the riding crop, "do not waste a single drop!"
   
Spike grinned.  "Yes, Master."  He worked Angel's zipper down gently.
   
Wesley stared at his lover, awe on his face as Spike went down on Angel.  "Oh, god, " Wesley moaned.
   
"You like to watch him?"  Giles asked Wesley while stroking the riding crop.
   
Wesley swallowed several times before he managed, "Yes, sir."
   
"Xander, finish undressing Wesley, then let him kneel beside his lover."
   
Vinnie grinned.  "Yes, Master."  He pulled Wesley to his feet.
   
Giles moved behind Spike and ran the riding crop down his bare back and across his ass.  "Not too fast, draw it out a bit."
   
"Ummm," Spike muttered as he sucked Angel's cock.
   
"Kneel, Wesley, where you can see, your hands clasped behind your back," Giles directed.  "No touching!"
   
Xander wrapped himself around Giles, bare skin against cloth. "Permission to kiss my Master."
   
Giles smiled and surrendered his mouth to Xander.
   
Angel groaned and Wesley whimpered.
   
Giles stepped away from Xander and watched Spike as Angel climaxed. "Now kiss Wesley."
   
Spike gently released Angel's cock and turned to Wesley, drawing him down into an intense kiss.  
   
Angel relaxed against the back of the sofa, spreading his arms wide, his soft cock nestled against the dark fabric of his jeans.
   
Wesley groaned, trying to lick clean the inside of Spike's mouth, while his hands were still clasped behind his back.
   
Giles stroked Wesley's hair.  "Very good.  You may kiss Angel."
   
Wesley jumped into Angel's lap, pressing his cock against Angel's, and captured his mouth.
   
"Master," Spike moaned, leaning back so Giles could see his swollen, demanding cock.
   
Giles teased Spike's hardness with the riding crop.  "Xander, prepare the bed."
   
"Yes, Master."  Xander went to the alcove housing the large bed.  He collected the gold foil wrapped chocolates and dropped them in the basket with the condoms and lubricant.  He placed the rose on the bedside table next to the basket, then he pulled the spread, blanket and top sheet to the foot of the bed.  Lastly, he spread a large towel in the middle of the bed.
   
"Spike, on the bed, face up," Giles ordered.  "Xander, get the belt."
   
"Yes, Master," Xander responded.
   
Spike stroked Giles's face, smiled slightly, then positioned himself on the towel.
   
"Xander, I want Spike's hands above his head.  Let him hold the belt so he has something to do with his hands."
   
"Yes, Master."  Xander crawled on the bed, and straddled Spike's chest, then leaned forward to place the ends of the thick leather strip that had no buckle in each of Spike's hands.  "I love you," he whispered and could not resist brushing his lips across Spike's mouth.
   
Giles slapped Xander with the riding crop.  "I did not give you permission to kiss him."
   
"Wasn't really a kiss, Master, but I would very much like to kiss him properly."
   
"Later," Giles barked.  "Right now, I want you to stop teasing him with your cock so close to his mouth and bring two chairs from the dining table and place them right there with their backs facing the bed."
   
Xander stood up, looked down at Spike, then blew him a kiss. "Yes, Master."
   
"Wesley, I want Angel out of his clothes now!"
   
"Yes, sir."  Wesley crawled off Angel's lap and pulled the man up.
   
Xander positioned the first chair.  "Like this, Master?"
   
Giles moved it a few inches as Xander brought the other chair.

"I don't want them close enough to touch."  He adjusted the second chair.  "Wesley, Angel.  Straddle the chairs.  Put your hands on the chair backs.  You may not touch each other, or yourselves."
   
"Yes, Master," Wesley acknowledged, sitting down.
   
When Angel remained silent, Giles trailed the riding crop across the vampire's bare ass.
   
Angel sat in the chair.
   
"Xander, you may fellate Spike."
   
"Yes, Master," Xander beamed.
   
Angel made a strangled noise in his throat.
   
"Xander," Giles said, reaching out his hand to stop Xander from crawling back onto the bed, "first, please get our guest some water, and bring the pitcher over here."  Giles rested his hand on Angel's shoulder.  "What?"
   
"I...", Angel tried.
   
Xander handed Angel the water, then set the pitcher on the dresser.
   
Angel held the glass with two shaking hands.  When the glass was empty he handed it to Xander, then stared at Spike's aroused body.  "I want to do him."
   
"Oh, yeah," Spike breathed harshly.  "Master, please."
   
"Xander, take Angel's seat, and the same rules apply.  Angel, you may only touch his cock and balls.  He may not touch you."
   
"Yes, Master."  Angel settled on the bed, his large cock very hard, the head glistening wet.  He kissed Spike's smooth balls, then licked the sensitive cock.
   
"Oh yeah."  Spike pushed his hips up.  "Suck me."
   
Xander watched Wesley, whose face was flushed.  Wesley's hands gripped the back of the chair and his breathing was harsh and ragged.  Xander smiled at Giles.
   
Moving to stand between Xander and Wesley, Giles commented. "Your lover's hot."
   
"Yeah," Wesley agreed, "and I may come just watching him."
   
"Xander, put a cock ring on him."
   
"Yes, Master."  Xander went to the dresser and took a strip of leather from the top drawer.  "Wesley, slide back in the chair, so you can still see and I can reach you."  He applied pressure to the base of Wesley's cock by making a tight circle with his thumb and forefinger.  "Easy.  Master Giles gets very upset if you come before he permits you to."
   
"I'm so close," Wesley admitted.
   
"This will help."  Xander gently placed the leather in place and snapped it securely.
   
Wesley groaned.
   
"Never worn one before?"
   
Wesley shook his head, never taking his eyes off Spike and Angel.
   
"Master," Spike moaned.
   
"Don't spill a drop, Angel," Giles ordered.  
   
Spike arched his back and gripped the belt tightly in his hand.  "Oh, God, Master, 'e's so good."
   
Xander leaned forward and kissed Spike.  "I love you, Spike, and he's so hot."
   
"He is," Spike panted.
   
"Wesley, you may sit on the bed and hug your lover," Giles said.
   
Wesley hurried to comply and thoroughly kissed Angel.
   
Giles ran the riding crop over Xander's ass.  "Spike, are you ready to use that belt?"
   
"Yes, Master.  Xander was a very bad boy."  Spike sat up and fondled the thick leather.
   
"Xander, assume the position," Giles ordered.
   
"Master," Spike said, "can I warm up Xander's ass with me paddle first?"
   
"You may.  Sit on the end of the bed so Wesley can see everything," Giles instructed.
   
Spike nodded and gestured for Xander to move.  Spike sat and slapped a large flat paddle against his hand.
   
"Xander, over Spike's lap," Giles barked.
   
"Yes, Master."  Xander did as he was told, wiggling into a comfortable position before Giles used his knee to roughly separate Xander's legs and his hand to gently pull Xander's cock to rest outside Spike's  leg.
   
"Do you need a cockring?"  Giles asked, stroking Xander's warm balls.
   
"No, Master.  I've learned control."
   
Giles took the leather strap from Spike and placed it in Xander's hands.  "Hold this," he ordered.  "Spike, you may strike Xander from here," Giles drew the riding crop across the top of Xander's butt," to here," then across the tops of Xander's thighs, "with the paddle."  Without warning, Giles struck Xander's ass with the riding crop.
   
Since he was not prepared for the first blow, it hurt, and Xander arched upward, meeting Spike's descending hand and disrupting his control.  "Damn it, Spike."
   
"Xander." Giles was displeased.  "We can stop this right now."
   
"No, Master, please don't make him stop.  I'm sorry."  Xander relaxed, shifted his weight, aware of the pressure from the butt plug, and prepared for Spike to strike.  Then Spike set a random pattern of area and force until Xander's ass was on fire.
   
"How long is he going to hit him?" Wesley asked in a small voice.
   
"It usually takes five to ten minutes of spanking with the paddle to warm him up for the heavier stuff -- and Xander particularly likes the heavier stuff.  His ass should be bright red and warm to the touch," Giles explained.
   
"Oh," Wesley responded.
   
"Still interested, luv?" Angel asked.
   
"Yeah," Wesley gulped.  "I think.  I mean, Xander's cock is so hard, he looks like he's about to explode."
   
"And he's so big," Spike moaned as he paddled Xander again.  "May I mark 'im, Master?"
   
"Light bruising, when you use the belt," Giles granted.
   
"Yes, Master, thank you, Master."  Spike kissed Xander's red skin.  "You're goin' to remember this fer days."
   
"Mark him?" Wesley asked.
   
"Yes,  Xander likes the reminders the bruises give him."
   
"Ahhhh..." Wesley sighed.
   
"Use the belt now, Spike," Giles ordered.
   
"Yes, Master."  Spike took the thick leather from Xander's hands and slapped it together, making a loud report. He struck hard enough to make Xander cry out.
   
"More, baby?" Spike asked.
   
"Yes, please," Xander moaned.
   
Spike struck again, and again.
   
"How long does this last?"  Wesley asked in a breathless voice.
   
"When I decide Xander's had enough, Spike is going to fuck him," Giles replied.  "Would you like to help?"
   
"Yes, Master," Wesley replied instantly.
   
"Angel?" Giles asked.
   
"Um, I'm not sure," Angel said hesitantly.
   
The only sound in the room was leather on flesh and Xander groaned with each strike.
   
"Enough, Spike.  On your knees, Xander."
   
"Yes, Master," Xander replied, crawling onto the towel in the middle of the bed and hugging a pillow.
   
"Spike," Giles directed, "removed the butt plug."
   
"With pleasure, Master."  Spike caressed Xander's tender ass, then slapped it lightly."
     
"Ummmm," Xander sighed as the toy was removed.
   
"Wesley, get a condom for Spike, and then squirt lube into Xander's ass," Giles commanded.  "Don't finger him."
   
"Yes, Master," Wesley replied, doing as he was ordered and being careful not to touch Xander's puckered opening when he squirted the lube inside.
   
"Spike, fuck him using only the head of your dick until he begs."
   
"Master," Xander cried, "I want you under me."
   
"Later, Xander.  Wesley will take care of you now."
   
"What?" Wesley asked.
   
"You'll do what I tell you, when I tell you."
   
Wesley bit his bottom lip and nodded.
   
Xander relaxed into the pain of Spike's entry, luxuriating in the exquisiteness of Spike stretching the muscle with his cockhead. The motion drove him crazy and he finally gave in.  "Fuck me, Spike, please, fuck me now!"
   
Spike lengthened his strokes immediately until he was hammering Xander's ass, flesh slapping loudly against flesh.
   
"Wesley, work Xander's cock with your hand."  Giles turned to Angel.  "Well?"
   
"What do you get out of this?"
   
"I'll show you later.  Right now, I want you to finger fuck Spike.  He's got such a beautiful body, don't you think, Mr. Detective?"
   
"He does," Angel agreed.
   
"And he turns you on?"
   
"Yeah," Angel panted.
   
Vinnie was a mass of sensations with Spike pounding his fiery ass, Wesley's tentative touches, and Giles' voice running the show.  Spike's strokes were long and hard as Xander sank into
the feelings.  "Giles..."
   
'Yes, Xander, you may come now."
   
The pressure built as Xander pumped inside Wesley's hand until cream sprayed over the slender fingers.
   
"Xander," Spike screamed, pumping hard, then stilled.  He kissed the back of Xander's neck, and whispered hoarsely,  "I love your arse."
   
"I know."  Xander said to Spike before kissing Wesley.  "You could get to be a habit.  Your hands are almost as wonderful as your mouth."
   
Giles tossed a box of baby wipes onto the bed.  "Clean him, Spike."
   
"May I do it?"  Angel asked, reaching for the box.
   
Giles nodded, fondling the riding crop.
   
Taking a moist wipe from Angel, Wesley cleaned his hands, then turned Xander so he could clean his cock.

"This,"  Wesley said as he kissed Xander's cock, "is magnificent.  Even soft, it's big."
   
"Nine and a half inches of pure pleasure," Spike purred.
   
"Can you take it all?" Wesley asked.
   
"Every chance I get."  Spike grinned, then winked at Giles.
   
Xander turned so he was cradled in Spike's arms, bringing their mouths together.
   
"When we started tonight, Wesley, you wanted Xander to spank you.  Do you still want that?"  Giles asked.
   
Wesley ran his hand over Xander's ass.  "Yes, but I want Angel to do it," he pleaded.
   
"Angel can sit in a chair and watch for a while first."  Giles ran the riding crop over Angel's bare leg.  

Xander swung his legs over the side of the bed.  "Master, it's time for you to take your clothes off."
   
Spike crawled to Giles.  "Xander's right, Master.  You can't spank Wesley with all these clothes on.

Xander kissed the back of Giles's neck.  "Spanking a bare bottom -- a virgin butt -- really turns you on, and Master, I want to fuck your beautiful ass while you're sizzling hot."
   
Spike tugged at Giles' leather vest, then pulled it off.  "No one can do this as well as you do."
   
Xander stood.  "Come on, Master.  Let Spike unzip your pants."
   
Spike carefully eased the zipper down and Xander walked the jeans over Giles's hips, then caressed the bare skin.  "I love you," he whispered into Giles' ear before he thrust his tongue inside the small sensitive opening.
   
"Ahhh..." Giles groaned as Spike fondled his hardening cock.
   
"I love you too," Spike mouthed, then kissed the head of Giles' cock.
   
Xander pulled the jeans down Giles' legs so he could step out of them.  "Not bad for an old man, huh?" Xander said to Wesley.
   
"I like older men," Wesley smiled at Angel.
   
"Experience and maturity," Xander agreed as he settled Giles on the end of the bed.
   
"Can I ask a question?" Wesley hesitated.
   
"Of course," Giles replied.
   
"Well, after Spike spanked Xander, uh, Spike fucked him. Does that mean after you spank me...?"
   
"I thought you wanted Angel," Xander interjected.
   
"I do," Wesley stated.
   
"Good," Spike patted Giles's erection, "because we," he indicated Xander, " 'ave other plans for this.  Okay, Angel?"
   
Angel swallowed and nodded.  
   
Giles turned to Angel.  "Straddle the chair, hands on the back. Don't move until I tell you to."
   
"Yes, Master."
   
"Spike, if he disobeys me, restrain him," Giles ordered.
   
Xander caressed Angel's face.  "I once saw Spike kill a man with a plastic swizzle stick.  Don't disobey Master Giles."
   
Apprehension showed in Angel's eyes.  "Yes, sir."
   
"Across my lap, Wesley," Giles ordered, glaring at Angel.

Giles slapped Wesley's ass.  "Ready?"
   
"As I'll ever be," Wesley gulped and closed his eyes.
   
After Giles had delivered ten swats, Wesley was squirming. "Do you want to stop?"
   
"I don't know," Wesley admitted.  "It hurts."
   
"Imagine Angel spanking you, caressing you, fucking you, then cuddling and kissing you."
   
"Okay," Wesley nodded, his hair falling over his face.
   
Giles instructed: "Verbalize your feelings.  Tell Angel what you're feeling right now."
   
"Fire," Wesley exclaimed as Giles hit him again.  "I'm on fire.  It stings and it hurts and it makes my blood burn.  My cock's so hard for you, Angel."  
   
"See the fire in your mind," Xander chanted, "think about how you burn when Angel touches you; think about how hot you get when you want him, when you want him so bad you're about to explode."
   
"Watch 'is arse turn red," Spike picked up, "Angel, think about kissing 'im, lickin' the skin t' cool it, sinkin' your cock into that hot body.  It's an incredible body, tight and hot, wantin' yer, workin' yer."
   
Amgel growled like a big cat as he rose, knocking over his chair.  "I want him now."  Angel's cock was dripping fluid as he struggled to pull out of Xander's and Spike's restraining hold.
   
Giles slapped Wesley one last time.  "On the bed, on your knees." He grabbed lube from the basket.  "Watch me, Mr. Detective.  I'm going to prepare him for you."
   
Angel was beyond words, his eyes dilated with lust.
   
Giles worked one, then two fingers into Wesley's willing body.
   
"Angel," Wesley cried.
   
Leaving his fingers inside Wesley, Giles tossed a foil package toward Xander.  "He's almost as big as you, so your condoms should fit him."  He nodded to Spike to release Angel as Xander finished smoothing down the rubber.
   
Giles touched Angel's shoulders and looked him in the eyes. "Are you in control?"
   
Angel nodded, "But I'm so turned on I want to ravage him."
   
"Ravage away."  Giles eased off the bed to join Xander and Spike.
   
Angel pounced on top of Wesley in full game face, sank his fangs into his neck, and roughly shoved his cock into the younger man.
   
Turning to Spike, Xander pressed their mouths and cocks together. "I want you that turned on."
   
"Me, too," Giles stepped into their kiss, licking the mouths of his lovers.
   
Wesley cried out as Angel pounded him. They were both making inarticulate noises.
   
Spike blew in Giles's ear.  "Giles?"
   
Giles gripped Xander's hard cock.  "Yes, Master Spike," he murmured.
   
Spike stepped to the dresser and took a small multi-lash whip out of the drawer.  The leather was soft, and well worn.  He turned and stroked the penis whip across Xander's genitals.   "You  up to this?" he whispered.
   
Pushing into Spike's hand, Xander groaned, "How much more up do you want me to be?"
   
"I want you so hot that you plow into Giles like Angel just did to Wesley."
   
"Oh, yeah," Xander agreed and leaned into Giles.
   
Angel screamed and pushed into Wesley, then both men were breathing harshly.
   
"I'll do them," Spike said.  "You two get ready for me."
   
Spike picked up the box of wet wipes and sat on the bed. "Cuddle time.  Pull out easily, Angel, so I can clean you, then I want you face to face, kissing."
   
"Don't want him out," Wesley mumbled.
   
"I know," Spike continued, "but you need to cuddle, and I need the other side of the bed."
   
Angel rolled off Wesley, and Spike removed the condom, then lovingly wiped both men before removing the towel from under them.
   
"You two are so hot," Xander exclaimed, stroking Wesley's flushed face.
   
"I may never cool off," Wesley responded in a shaky voice.
   
Giles spread a clean towel on the empty side of the bed, then patted it.  "Xander."
   
Wesley sprawled flat on his back and Angel curled around him.

"Now what?"
   
"We're going to take care of Master Giles," Vinnie grinned as he crawled onto the bed and flopped down with his ass on the towel.
   
"I'm goin' t' use this," Spike pulled the penis whip through his hand, "t' start a fire like the one Giles started fer you."
   
"Oh," Angel drew light circles over Wesley's stomach.  "Can we watch?"
   
"Think you can get it up again?" Wesley teased.
   
"Vampire stamina, remember, luv," Angel murmered
   
Spike knelt between Xander's legs and struck the bare thighs and stomach before lashing the whip across his hard cock.  Moaning, Xander lifted his hips, thrusting into Spike's blows, then hitting
the bed on his bruised butt.  Every nerve in his body was alive with stimulation, his mind fuzzy with lust and desire.  "Hit Giles," he managed to utter, then rolled on his side.
   
Spike made room for Giles to stretch out while Xander curled around him on the outside edge of the bed.  Beginning with light slaps, Spike continued to increase the pressure until Giles was groaning with pleasure.
   
Xander squeezed lube onto his hand, then lifted Giles until he could insert a finger.  "Want me, Giles?"
   
"God, yes," Giles sobbed as he pressed down on Xander's finger.

"Fix him, Spike."
   
Spike grabbed a condom from the basket, tore it open and placed it in his mouth.  Then he rolled the rubber down Xander's cock.
   
"I love when you do that," Xander sighed.
   
Spike used his fingers to secure the latex at the base of Xander cock, then sucked and kissed the full balls.  "I know. Now take care o' Giles."
   
Xander removed his fingers from Giles' body and squirted more lube into the opening, then he pushed the head of his cock in as he pressed Giles' legs to his chest.
   
"You're driving me crazy," Giles cried, when Xander pulled almost all the way and shoved back in again.
   
"I know and you love it," Xander teased.
   
"Stop talkin' and start fuckin'."  Spike slapped Xander's tender ass with the riding crop.
   
"Spike!" Xander yelped, as the pain radiated throughout his body while Giles' ass clenched tightly around his cock.  "Oh god."
   
"Fuck 'im, Xander," Spike ordered, slapping Xander's bruised flesh.  "Fuck 'im 'ard."
   
Spike slid his lube coated fingers over Xander's hot ass.  "I'm gonna do you now."
   
"Oh yeah?" Xander grinned at Giles  "Master, Spike's gonna fuck us."  He pushed himself all the way into Giles and stilled while Spike inserted lube.
   
"Ready?" Spike asked.
   
"Do it," Xander said, waiting while Spike sank himself fully into his hot ass.
   
Xander loved being in the middle of his lovers and put his mind into neutral as he fucked and was fucked while working Giles' cock.
   
"How can they do that?" Wesley asked.
   
"Practice," Angel suggested.
   
"Would you like to try?" Wesley continued.
   
"I don't think I can bend like that," Angel chuckled.
   
"I could," Wesley replied.
   
"You're serious?"
   
"Yeah."
   
Xander thrust into Giles as Spike thrust into Xander; it was a familiar dance and Xander never tired of it.  As the muscles tightened around his cock, Xander met Giles's eyes, holding the gaze until he cried Giles' name.
   
Spike's teeth were sharp on Xander's shoulder at the same time Giles filled Xander's hand.  He lay still until his breathing slowed.
   
"Xander," Giles mumbled, "you're heavy."
   
"Yeah.  So's Spike, and he's gotta move first."
   
"Don't wanna," Spike croaked.
   
"Do it anyway, Spike."  Giles kissed Xander's shoulder.
   
Spike rolled towards the side of the bed, then slapped Xander's ass.
   
"Ouch," Xander whined.
   
Giles pushed Xander, who rolled towards Wesley.  
   
"I'm hungry," Xander said.
   
"Big surprise," Spike quipped.
   
"Sex makes me hungry," Xander pouted.
   
"Breathing makes you hungry," Giles retorted, laughter in his eyes.
   
Angel laughed, running his hand through Wesley's curls.  "You clean them while I round up some food."

The End