Musical Wars
Chapter 20 and End
"Just promise that you'll actually stay in touch this time," Willow begged, her voice tinny over the phone. Xander sorted the CD's as he cradled the phone between his shoulder and ear.
"Promise, cross my heart, and I'm not saying the rest now that I know we're on a Hellmouth," Xander promised. "I'm just glad that you aren't freaked out about… you know."
"The whole not quite human thing that I know or the whole sleeping with a vampire part I know or the gay thing? Because I'm totally okay with the gay thing. Heck, me and Larry and Wendell all did the gay thing, so I'm almost ready to call gayness a requirement for being on the F-team, only that would be discrimination, which is not really of the good."
"Not sure Spike really wants me claiming membership in the slayer's fan club," Xander laughed. "He's still beating up on himself about helping a slayer, but he really wouldn't let the world end without trying to stop it because he's not evil." There was a long pause.
"Xander." Willow sounded distressed.
"He's not," Xander insisted. "He's a predator and he's dangerous, but he isn't into the evil torture thing, not even back when I was just some random human he ran into on the street."
"I used to think that about Angel, but when his soul came out…"
"Yeah, but Spike is just Spike, he doesn't have a soul changing who he is."
"No, he has you."
That made Xander stop and think since he hadn't known Spike before he knew Spike. "In that case, I have to make sure I stick with him." Xander stretched, feeling the newly healed skin of his back. "I'll stick with him for a good long time."
"I'll miss you. Do you know where you guys are going?"
"When Spike gets back from wherever he disappeared to, he mentioned China, but I don't know if that was mentioned as in seriously going to China or just freaking me out with the idea of going to the other side of the world."
"China? Goddess! China has some beautiful temples and wilderness areas."
"I don't think either would be on Spike's list of must-visits, but if we end up there, I'll nag him into taking me to a temple or two," Xander promised as he finally found Spike's favorite CD, the one with the screaming singer as opposed to all the others with the screaming singers. He popped open his C.W. McCall case and pulled out the CD, snapping Spike's CD in there before putting the McCall CD on top. He clicked the case shut with a smile even as Baby made a soft grumble about annoying sire.
'Yeah, but I'm annoying him, you aren't,' Xander thought to himself as Baby curled back up.
"Xander?" Willow's voice came through the phone sharply.
"What?"
"What happened? You weren't answering."
"Spike's phone is at least twice as old as me. I'm surprised it works at all," Xander lied, feeling a twinge of guilt, but sometimes lies were so much kinder than the truth, and Willow so did not want to hear that he had been debating with his inner demon. "So, are Giles and Jenny and Larry and Tara and Faith still okay with the whole truce?"
"Giles is still cranky, but Jenny threatened to put Lipton in his good English tea if he didn't get a grip, and everyone else is fine. Larry says that he's sorry he never met you back in high school after he got his act together. He says you're cool in a slightly freakish kind of way."
"Okay, we have definitely reached an alternate universe because Larry Blaisdell calling me cool is more than slightly freakish," Xander laughed. "Gotta go, Spike's home," Xander cut off Willow's response as he pushed all the CD's back into one pile.
"You call, mister," she said, the tone far more threat than request.
"I will. Bye." Xander hung up without waiting for an answer.
"Mornin', pet." Spike commented as he came through the door from the garage.
"Evening, Spike," Xander answered. The sun had gone down a couple of hours ago, and from the green and fading bruise on Spike's cheek, he'd gotten into a fight not long after leaving.
"You packed?"
"Yep, just putting the CD's away now," Xander answered as he stacked piles of CD's into a small box. Spike looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and Xander smiled sweetly. Spike's eyebrows lowered into a suspicious frown. "So, have you decided where we're going?"
"Thought I told ya, we're heading to China. We just can't leave yet," Spike said, and the tone of voice made Xander abandon the CD box on the counter under the phone as he turned to face Spike. Long fingers played with a cigarette without lighting it.
"What's up?" Xander asked, and he could feel Baby uncurl and crouch, ready to respond to whatever threat had Spike twitchy.
"Peaches is goin' ta be here later," Spike announced nonchalantly.
"Oh shit," Xander breathed. "Um, why?"
"He's head of the line, innit he?"
"And he being head of the line means what exactly?" Xander moved closer to Spike, uneasiness settling in his gut.
"Means for ya to be a childe of the line, he's got to approve ya. I never did present you to the court."
Xander felt a cold panic, equal parts him and Baby, wash through him. Angel had already rejected them once, had refused to take them as childe, and then there were the threats and the choking unconscious and the pinning him to the ground.
"And suddenly I'm liking him even less than usual 'cause I'm thinking that he's never going to approve of me," Xander said quietly, the certainty of it like lead in his stomach.
"Not true. He'll approve of ya, pet."
"Okay, I'm remembering a certain vampire who shoved me out of his way and basically didn't want me around at all, so if he has a chance to reject me, he's going to do it." Xander turned around and headed for the bedroom, feeling a sudden need to be somewhere else… anywhere else.
"He never rejected ya," Spike objected as he followed.
"Oh, you didn't see how much he wanted to get rid of me."
"Bloody hell, Xan. He can't deal with his own demon, and he didn't treat you right because he ignored your demon. He thought that if he treated ya human you'd suddenly become human because that's what he wants for himself."
"He nearly destroyed me." Xander sank onto the bed, his knees weak, and Baby surged up, desperate to show strength when Angel came. Xander shoved him back again, and Baby relented, grumbling but retreating.
"Yeah, pet. He did. He always was a big soddin' clod, and gettin' a soul didn't really change that. He wants to be human, but he knows less 'bout humans than I do," Spike agreed as he sat next to Xander on the bed. Most of their belongings were in the three suitcases sitting near the door, and the sheets from the previous night were still on the bed, marked with blood and semen.
"So he's coming?"
"Yeah"
"And I don't have a choice?"
"No, pet, you don't"
"And he's has the right to say yes or no to me being in the family?"
"Technically."
"And if he says no?"
"I'll bloody well stake him, then I'll be the head of the line," Spike snarled. Then he ran a hand over his hair. "Either that or we'll just leave and forget the git."
"And if he says yes?"
Then you're a full childe, minions made in our line'll recognize ya because they'll smell the head of the line on ya."
"And ewww. Do I really want strange vamps smelling me, and how exactly is Angel planning of making me smell, and do I even want to know?" Xander asked suspiciously as he looked over at Spike, and that sour expression on Spike's face didn't make him feel any better.
"If he accepts ya, he'll recognize my claim mark and drink from it, leaving his scent behind. After that, other masters and minions will recognize ya as a childe, and eventually as a master yourself."
"So I don't have to do anything?"
"Nothin' except keep your mouth shut."
"Keep my mouth shut? I can do that. I can totally do that...this is me keeping my mouth shut." Xander stayed quiet for about thirty seconds, a new record for him. "Does he have to bite me?" he asked.
"Oi, you're really not goin' to be able to do this, are ya?"
Xander thought about that for a minute before sighing. "Probably not. It's not that I don't understand the whole approval of the line stuff...or actually I don't understand, but I can see it's important to you, so I'm okay with it all. I just don't really want Angel anywhere near me after that whole mess." Xander stopped and thought about what he was really feeling. "Actually, I do want Angel near me because I really want to tell him what a thoughtless, heartless, thick-headed son of a bitch he can be."
"And he soddin' well deserves to hear it, but probably not tonight, pet," Spike said with a wry smile.
"Right, being quiet now." Silence had no more settled before a new thought occurred to Xander. "You know, someone should tell him off for what he did to you too. I mean, you helped him with the Anointed One and he didn't even say 'thank you,' which, if he's trying to be human, really is the polite thing."
Spike sighed, and Xander realized that he was being remarkably unquiet.
"Right, quiet," he said as he sat back on the bed.
"Pet, go get the muzzle out of the suitcase."
"What?" Xander felt a bubble of panic. "No, no I can be quiet, really." Spike reached over and ran a finger down his cheek. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the touch, happy to once more feel whole and complete in his devotion to sire.
"It'll be easier for ya and maybe for Peaches too," Spike said and Xander felt himself nudged off the bed. He knew better than to argue when Spike had that expression, so he went and retrieved the tangle of leather and metal. When he came back and handed it to Spike, he could feel his hand tremble, and Spike must have noticed too.
"Talk to me, pet. Why does this bother ya?"
"Talk, don't talk, talk...make up your mind," Xander tried joking, but he could tell from Spike's expression that he wasn't going to get away with it. Spike sat silently waiting for a real answer. "I don't want Angel to see me like..." Xander gestured toward the contraption Spike held.
"Why not?"
"Okay, I think that's a little obvious, isn't it?"
"Maybe for someone with a soul, but not for me. As far as I'm concerned, you're my childe and I have the right to do what I like with ya. If I have ya naked and chained, it's because I want you naked and chained, and it's not your soddin’ choice.”
"And I'm very grateful that you don't want that," Xander said, hoping that Spike wouldn't decide on doing exactly that now that the thought had crossed his mind. Okay, actually, he hoped Spike did think that at one point, but just not with company coming.
"You bloody like knowing I'm sire and feeling the leather and steel, and I won't have ya hidin' yourself from Peaches. He thinks of ya as human because that's how ya act in front of him. You need to hit him over the head if ya expect him to notice somethin', and I plan on presenting ya as my childe, not as some human I'm playin' a game with."
Xander didn't respond as Spike stood up and stepped in front of him, running fingers through his hair. When Spike lifted the leather, he didn't move as the loose straps settled in over his head. Spike brought the metal bit up to his lips, and he opened without voicing his complaints, shivering as the cold steel settled in over his tongue before Spike fastened it at one side and then tightened the straps, pulling his chin closed over the bit and ensuring that he couldn't even open his mouth, much less say something stupid once Angel came. Once Spike had tightened the last buckle, the vampire pulled him into an embrace, and Xander allowed himself to relax into his sire's grip.
Now that Spike had taken the choice away, Xander sighed in relief. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't ever seem to control his mouth, saying things that probably should have gotten him killed. Lord knows he'd said things to Spike that a less controlled vamp would have killed him over. Xander snorted in laughter. Yep, most vampires took relatively little prompting to kill. Instead, Spike had forgiven him every stupid comment and every stupid move he'd made. Okay, so Spike had punished one or two. Xander flexed his back as he looked at sire.
Feeling Spike's strong hands around him and Spike's muzzle over his face, and feeling Baby's quiet acceptance of Xander's decisions, Xander finally understood Angel's sin. Spike commanded Xander and Baby, but Angel didn't command Spike or answer to Spike. Xander could relax knowing where he was in the clan, but Spike couldn't.
Xander felt a flash of sympathy, suddenly realizing what it meant when Spike had described taking Dru and running from Darla. Spike had been Dru's childe, but then he'd had to protect her, and he'd had no elders to impress with his kills and earn status. His demon had no place in the clan, and the very fact that the Anointed One made Spike fight for his title showed that other demons recognized it. Of course, he had fought for a place, and the Anointed One recognized him, but then again, the Anointed One was dead, so maybe he didn't. Okay, slightly confusing. Sharing his thoughts with Baby, Xander only got back an overwhelming feeling of despair and loss.
Xander ran his tongue along the now warmed metal, feeling the flat bit press into his lips and trap his tongue in the bottom of his mouth. Since he couldn't tell Spike what he felt, he slipped off the bed and onto his knees at Spike's feet. When Spike looked down in surprise, Xander pressed his face into the flesh on the inside of Spike's thigh, looking up as Spike cocked an eyebrow in surprise.
"So, you alright with it now, pet?" Denied of words, Xander nodded. When Spike reached down to play with the hair not trapped under the leather, Xander closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, enjoying his sire's attentions and enjoying the feeling of his own demon happily circling within.
"You're mine, pet. Angel or no Angel, you'll always be mine," Spike promised softly, and Xander could only moan at the words that made Xander Jr. stir to life. He guessed that Spike had noticed when the vampire chuckled.
"William," a dark voice came, and Xander turned on his knees, a panic momentarily causing his vision to slide into red before settling back into the normal color spectrum. He would have stood at the sight of Angel standing in the doorway, but Spike's firm grip on his shoulder warned him to stay down, so he settled in on his knees.
"Peaches," Spike replied, mimicking the warning tone.
"Take it off him," Angel ordered, and Xander started breathing faster through his nose as he realized that the anger was over him.
"He's my childe and I'll do as I please," Spike quickly shot back.
"He's a human being," Angel replied, and Spike only snorted.
"You nearly destroyed him thinkin' that the first time round. Thought ya learned your lesson there, Peaches."
"I made a bad judgment," Angel admitted cautiously, and Xander could feel Spike's leg muscle twitch. He wondered whether the younger vampire was surprised or amused or angry, but he really didn't have a chance to ask or even throw himself in the middle of the fight since his sire had chosen to muzzle him.
"Bad judgment," Spike snorted. "Bad judgment is that hair cut. What ya did to Xander was cruelty."
"And that thing on his head isn't cruel?"
"No, it isn't, and even if he didn't want it, he's my childe and I'll teach him to control himself the way I see fit. I won't bloody teach him control the way you taught me." Xander watched as the fight flowed out of Angel like a popped balloon.
"William," Angel said again, and this time Xander could sense the guilt as if it were painted on the vampire's face.
"Oi, enough. You're here to accept Xander as a childe of the line, and that's it. Rather go to Darla or even the Anointed One for this, but you're it now, so soddin' well do your job as head of the line." Angel was silent for several minutes, and then he started chuckling. Xander looked up to Spike, but he could see the confusion there too.
"Finally lost your mind then?" Spike asked when the quiet laughter continued.
"I'm trying to picture Darla's reaction to a half-human childe of the line," Angel confessed, and Xander watched as Spike expression wandered between annoyed and amused.
"He's as good as any childe of this line," Spike finally announced. Angel looked down, and Xander fought an urge to squirm under the gaze. Here he was, one time vampire hunter who brought down the mighty Cassidy and he was muzzled and kneeling at the feet of one master vampire waiting for another one to bite him. Life was funny.
"He's better than most," Angel said quietly, and Xander could feel his demon stir, creeping out of the corner into which it had retreated at the sight of Angel. His cock started stirring as well.
"So, you're goin' to accept him?" Spike asked, and for the first time Xander heard the uncertainty and the desire. How old had Spike been when his sire had abandoned him? Xander felt a flash of anger as he realized just how painful that must have been. Had Darla taken him on as a childe or treated him as a minion? When they'd run, had Dru been sane enough to ever play sire? When it came to being accepted into the line, Xander couldn't say he cared one way or the other because he knew that Spike would stay with him either way, but if Angel denied Spike this bit of respect, Xander was going to stake Angel himself. He must have made a noise because both vampires looked at him.
"And that'd be the reason for the muzzle," Spike said, and Xander felt slim fingers give his hair a little tug.
"Is this what he wants?" Angel asked, but Xander didn't even try to answer with a nod. He leaned back against his sire who had now started running hands down his chest. Xander put his own hands on Spike's legs, holding himself steady under that touch.
"Think he's happy enough," Spike pointed out as he thumbed open several buttons and put those talented hands to work inside Xander's shirt.
"I mean it Spike, let him talk and tell me this is what he wants."
"Is that the way it's done now, Peaches? These modern vampires givin' their childer a choice? 'Cause I have to say, I don't remember anyone askin' my opinion on the matter." Spike's hands had found his nipples, and Xander leaned back, feeling Spike's hard cock between his shoulder blades. He knew this game well enough to know not to touch back, so he closed his hands around Spike's thighs and tried not to squirm as Spike rolled a nipple between his finger and thumb.
"William," Angel said, but this time in such a strangled tone, Xander's eyes flew open in time to see Angel morph into his vampire face, the heavy brow and wider face making his demon features far more menacing than Spike's, although Xander was bright enough to never say that out loud, not that he had a choice at the moment he mused as he used his tongue to play with the bit in his mouth.
"You want to know whether he consents, use your bloody nose like a vampire," Spike said, his hands never stopping their travels across Xander's body. "Stop tryin' ta be a soddin' human and do what ya need to do, Peaches."
Spike pulled suddenly, and Xander felt the last couple of buttons pop as his sire pulled the shirt from his back. Xander would have yelped or cursed or asked what the hell Spike was doing, but with his current situation, all he could do was take a larger than normal breath through his nose before snorting it out and glaring at his sire who didn't seem bothered at all.
"Just because he wants you doesn't mean he want this," Angel waved his hand around in a wide sweep, and Xander had to assume Angel meant being part of the line. He would have had something rude to say back, but the muzzle kept his mouth closed, and Spike's hand creeping into his jeans distracted him to the point of forgetting his own name. Xander quickly found his button and zipper opened as Spike began playing in earnest. With a heavy groan, Xander thrust his hips forward as Spike's hand closed around his shaft, but a sharp slap on his thigh reminded him of the rules.
"Stay still," Spike ordered, and Xander dug his fingers into the flesh above Spike's knees as he struggled to do just that even as Spike used feather light touches that left him panting through his nose. Suddenly remembering their audience, Xander looked up to find Angel staring at them with open lust. Xander flinched at the expression, but the demon lunged forward, eager to show obedience, and his cock now began to leak.
For a moment, Xander panicked thinking that Baby was turning to Angel again, but he could feel Baby's unrelenting devotion to Spike even while it sought to tempt Spike's sire. Xander realized that his demon wanted Angel as the head of the line, wanted to be found worthy of being Spike's childe.
Assured that his demon was under control, Xander gave his lust free reign, throwing his head back onto Spike's stomach even as he tilted it to show his neck and his deep claim mark. Rubbing his cheek into Spike's abdomen like a giant cat, Xander raised himself up on his knees so that Spike could reach more easily. Of course this created even more need to thrust, but Xander fought to control the urge.
Slowly, his jeans slid down his legs leaving his cock sticking up and weeping even as he tried to ignore it, concentrating on his sire's naked stomach beneath his cheek and the feel of the leather muzzle straps between their flesh. Occasionally he couldn't control the urge to drive his hips forward, and each time Spike's hand would slap the same spot on his thigh, hard enough to sting and undoubtedly leave a red mark, but not hard enough to actually hurt. The slaps simply reminded him of his duty to remain still.
Xander heard a low menacing growl, and he felt his own demon issue a much smaller version which was even more muffled by the muzzle, but Spike's answering growl drowned out his own, and suddenly he felt himself pulled from his master's embrace and nearly tripped as his jeans settled around his ankles effectively hobbling him. He stood there with Angel's large hands immobilizing his arms for long seconds, waiting for the bite, for the rejection, for something.
"So ye think ye can come in here and tell me how to act?" Angel asked in lilting accent, and Xander lowered his brows in confusion until he realized that Angel was talking to Spike over his shoulder. He turned his head to look at Spike, but Angel came to life, shaking him as if he were a puppy, and Xander turned his attention back to the older vampire before his brain could rattle free.
"I'd ask that you accept my childer into the line of Aurelius," Spike said in a quiet, cultured tone that sounded more college professor that punk vampire.
"And have ye taught him to sit at yer feet?" Angel asked, and Xander now recognized the ceremonial tone of the exchange.
"Yeah, both of them." Spike answered, and Xander realized what Spike was truly asking for. Baby stilled to silence, fear of doing the wrong thing leaving him motionless in Xander's mind.
"And do ye take responsibility for their actions?" Angel asked, changing to the plural.
"Yes."
"And will ye teach them of the line?"
Spike ruined the somber mood with an amused snort. "Bloody hell no. Bein' that Xander's human, I don't think ya want him knowin' most of our line's sadistic history, and Baby probably doesn't really want to hear that we come from a soddin' insane lot. More insane that most vamps even." Xander felt the hands at his arms twitch and tighten until he winced, but he remained silent. And thankful...thankful that Spike had muzzled him because he very much wanted to add his two cents, and he knew this wasn't the time to point out that Angel didn't have to act like a cave man even if he did look like one. Angel remained silent, his hands spastically tightening and loosening on Xander's arms until he finally continued with the ceremony.
"And will ye teach them to hunt?"
"Yeah."
"And will ye teach them to respect the elders of his line?"
Another snort of laughter from Spike. "Bloody hell mate, all that's left is you, me, and a bunch of soddin' minions left over from the Anointed One. And if ya think I'm goin' ta teach him to play respectful childe at your feet, you don't remember much about me, Peaches."
"If they stray from the line, do ye accept the duty to punish or kill?" Whoa, that one made Xander study Angel's face, the whole kill thing being a little out there, but Angel's face remained impassive.
"I'll punish them as I see fit, but I'll be dust before I let anyone kill either of 'em," Spike snarled, and that answer seemed to cause something in Angel to snap because the vampire dropped back into human face for just a second before the ridges returned and Angel continued as if nothing had happened.
"I accept your childer into the line of Aurelius as the childer of William who was made by Drusilla and sired by Angelus." Xander barely had time to register his relief at the words before Angel struck, driving his fangs into Spike's claim mark even while wrapping arms around Xander's torso. Xander stood there, unable to do anything else until Angel raised his head, his mouth still red.
Suddenly Xander felt Spike at his back as he was pressed between as Spike's mouth descended on his still tender mark, biting deeper than ever before, and Xander squirmed in the grip of both vampires. When Spike raised his mouth, the two vampires kissed over Xander's shoulder, and Xander breathed a sigh realizing that it had all ended without any dust and he and Baby had just been accepted into one very strange family consisting of a souled vampire, an outcast vampire, and a half-vampire. Sadly enough, it wasn't any stranger than his first family. Expecting Angel to leave now, he wasn't prepared for what came next.
"I've missed ye, boy," Angel whispered, and Xander could feel Spike shudder at the words. Spike's hand closed over his neck, and Xander felt himself being pulled toward a corner of the room. He struggled to step out of his jeans without tripping, and Spike snagged a pillow on their way past the bed. When Spike tossed the pillow on the floor in the corner, Xander looked at it in confusion until he felt the hand at his neck pressing him down. He quickly knelt, and Spike knelt in front of him, taking each of his wrists and pressing it to the small of his back before letting go. When Spike stood, Xander remained kneeling, holding his hands behind his back.
"Stay still," Spike whispered hoarsely and then turned his back before Xander could even nod in agreement.
"I never left, mate. Like I said earlier, actin' like a human git doesn't change who you are."
"Spike," Angel said with a helplessness.
"Oi, not again. The boy's a ruddy white knight, but he still feels his instincts, so don't even bloody tell me how you don't. You came to us in China; you sought out your sire."
"And she rejected me," Angel cut him off.
"Because she was a bloody cow," Spike snapped. Spike walked over to Angel who had stood unmoving.
"Spike."
"Just don't bloody ruin the one decent thing you've done since you got here," Spike asked, his voice low and then Xander watched as Spike's slender hands reached up to unbutton Angel's shirt. At first, Angel's hands twitched as though he would stop him, but then he remained standing as Spike undid another button and another. Xander had to grip his own wrists to keep from reaching out and touching the two vampires or himself.
Closing his eyes and groaning, Xander could smell the lust and need in the air. However, his closed eyes flew open at the sound of thick ominous growls, and Xander watched as Angel reached out and grabbed Spike's neck, only to have the younger, smaller vampire roll out of the embrace and jump back. Angel growled even louder and lunged forward, snatching at Spike's arm, but Spike laughed and dodged away. Xander had one moment of panic that something had gone wrong, and he half stood before noticing Spike's expression. At the sight of his sire's lust, he sank back down and clasped his hands at the small of his back again.
Spike sprinted for the door, but he couldn't get past Angel fast enough, and the larger vampire used his bulk to slam Spike into the wall so hard that Xander could feel the wall tremble from eight feet away in his corner. He could hear Spike hissing, but Angel closed an arm around Spike's neck and tossed him on the bed. Spike hit the bed and used the bounce to make a hasty exit on the far side.
"Ye won't win," Angel said, his lilting Irish accent still coloring his words, making Xander tremble in anticipation. He'd always thought the whole accents being sexy thing was pure crap, but obviously accents did it for him. Spike's voice always got him hard, and now this new Angel with his calculating grin and soft Irish accent was so much sexier than the Broodmeister.
"Bloody wanker, can't just walk in and take back your title as sire," Spike said, and Xander heard the pain and the hope. From the way Angel temporarily faltered in his stalking, he did as well. "Besides, you never liked playin' these games with me, remember?" Spike demanded as he crouched, and now Xander could see the determination in Spike's eyes. He wondered what had changed, but asking questions wasn't an option, so he would just have to wait and see.
"Won't deny I lost my mind for a while, but ye are my childe, and you'll remember yer place, even if ye have proved your worth as a master." This time Spike lost his concentration, coming out of the crouch and stepping back at that comment, and Angel took the opportunity to dive forward, grabbing Spike by the waist and forcing him to the wall.
Xander raised himself up on his knees, eager to see over the bed, and he saw his master pressed face first into the wall with Angel biting into his neck from behind. Spike’s struggles grew weak, and Xander wondered if it was because the lust was overcoming the anger or whether the blood loss had debilitated Spike. Either way, Angel took advantage by reaching around and ripping the jeans from Spike's body, tossing the younger vampire onto the bed as if he were no more than a doll.
Spike lay there, unmoving, and Xander settled back onto his heels, assuming the main portion of the evening’s entertainment was over as Angel slipped out of his own pants and boxers before kneeling at the foot of the bed, his knees straddling Spike's feet. However, Spike wasn't out of it yet, he sat up and got a fistful of Angel's hair, but instead of using it to push Angel away, he pulled him closer, and buried his own face in Angel's neck, biting it with blunt human teeth that Angel quickly pulled away by grabbing his own handful of hair.
"Now, now, boy. Ye haven't earned that yet," Angel chided, and Spike growled and abruptly the two became wrestlers, clutching at each other's limbs and throwing each other around with such force that Xander pressed himself into the wall. They started on the bed, but Spike, in an attempt to roll Angel off him, pushed both of them to the concrete floor with such force Xander suspected he would have broken bones in the maneuver.
Angel grabbed for Spike's cock, and Xander knew from experience that would have ended the wrestling match, but Spike turned his hips at the last minute, leaving Angel holding the less vulnerable leg. Angel then used his grip to force Spike's leg up into the air, pressing Spike's upper body to the ground, but Spike twisted his leg, taking a swipe at Angel's cock with his own heel, and Angel released him to avoid the hit.
Spike sprung to his feet, and Angel moved in again, slamming his child to the wall not two feet from where Xander knelt, and Xander watched as Angel reached down and worked a finger between Spike's cheeks, Spike bucking and growling as Angel forced his finger up inside Spike, and then continued until Spike stood on his toes, forced to use Angel's shoulders for balance as Angel slowly lifted him from the ground until Spike's legs dangled and Spike threw his head back and to the side.
Angel struck swiftly, biting Spike again, and now Spike's noises sounded less aggressive than needy, and Xander found himself moaning with his sire at the sight. When Spike's feet found ground again, Xander watched in fascination as Angel forced a second finger in with effort, and Spike widened his stance, allowing his face to fall to Angel's shoulder.
"Lube," Angel hissed, and Xander didn't realize that the comment had been for him until Angel's foot nudged him out of his daze. Realizing that Spike couldn't exactly move impaled as he was with Angel holding him tightly enough to force him onto his toes, Xander hurried to the nightstand and grabbed the tube before returning to the pair. Angel kept one hand on the back of Spike's neck, forcing Spike into his own chest as he held out the second hand and growled "A lot of it."
Xander quickly opened the tube and put a large amount on Angel's two fingers before going back to his kneeling position which gave him a unique view as Angel opened his sire. Angel used his now wet fingers to impale his childe again and then threw him to the bed.
This time instead of fighting, Spike rolled to his side and watched Angel with pure, undisguised lust, and Angel must have known he had won because he slowly approached the bed with the confidence of a victor, and Xander could only groan at the sight of a naked Angel closing in on a naked Spike, and here he was stuck in the corner, gripping his own wrists so hard that he feared he might draw blood and dripping pre-cum on the floor at regular intervals.
Meanwhile, Angel had reached the bed, and Xander watched his large hand run down the length of Spike's side and thigh, bypassing Spike's hard cock, and without further preamble, he flipped Spike onto his stomach and Spike arched like a cat as Angel arranged himself straddling Spike from the back and thrust in without further fuss, and Xander could hear the same strangled cry that he had heard so often when Spike rode him, and he nearly came at the sound, only Baby's desire to impress Sire and his own lack of permission kept him from turning into a regular fountain.
Angel thrust so powerfully that Spike traveled up the bed until he could brace himself on the headboard. Both vampires now made low growling noises as Angel lunged forward. Xander could see Spike struggle to his knees and once he had that leverage, he drove back into Angel so hard he could hear the larger vampire grunt with the impact as skin hit skin with a sharp slapping sound.
Xander closed his eyes in frustration, struggling to not come as he heard the sounds of the wild coupling continued on long past what a human could have endured. Finally, he heard an unfamiliar roar followed by Spike’s own cry of completion, and he opened his eyes to see Angel collapse on top of Spike.
Xander tried to stifle his whimper of frustration, but he knew he’d failed when gold eyes turned to consider him where he squirmed on the pillow, desperate to just reach around and give his cock the one or two pulls it would take to reach orgasm.
“Your childe seems to be having a problem,” Angel commented, the accent now almost gone under the tones of his everyday voice. Xander heard a muffled reply, but he couldn’t make out any words until Angel’s body arched up into the air slightly as the smaller body under him squirmed to work free.
“Move your soddin’ arse, Peaches,” Spike voice finally demanded, and Angel laughed right before Xander heard the unmistakable sound of hand hitting flesh. However, Angel did in fact shift over to the far side of Spike. Xander watched as Spike rose up and considered him. The blond flipped over onto his back and arranged the pillows under him so that he was reclining without being flat on his back.
Xander knew that Spike might want time with his own sire and send him away, and he knew that he’d have a hard time coming outside Spike’s presence, but he tried not to let his desperation shine through his eyes. Spike had waited a hundred years for Angel to pull his head out of his ass, and Xander wasn’t going to interfere with that. However, Spike didn’t even hesitate.
“Come here, pet,” he ordered, and Xander rose and went to Spike, standing by the side of the bed still dripping from his cock which now looked rather scary-purple.
"I should," Angel looked over at the door, but Spike reached up and pulled at one of Angel's nipples.
"You should bloody stay. You've got new childer to welcome to the family."
"I…" Angel glanced toward Xander, and Xander could feel Baby curl up tighter, burying himself in Xander's thoughts.
"You're a vampire, and if you want to be some do-gooding vampire like my pet, that's fine, but you won't change what you are."
"You're still as mouthy as ever," Angel said as he looked down at Spike.
"Not nearly as mouthy as Xander," Spike countered.
“He minds a good deal better than you ever did,” Angel said and Xander blushed as he realized that Angel was openly examining Xander’s naked and very aroused body.
“Yeah, but you should here him prattle on when he’s nervous. It’s enough to drive ya as batty as Dru.” Xander blushed even redder and looked down, realizing that Spike spoke the truth.
“He doesn’t seem very talkative to me,” Angel said, and Xander looked up as a large rough finger touched his cheek. Angel reached over Spike to initiate the touch, and Xander felt the finger slip under the leather strap running down his cheek. Angel’s finger forced the bit even deeper into his mouth as Angel pulled him onto the bed.
Xander followed that pull, climbing onto the bed with the two vampires, and thinking again how glad he was that he didn’t have to talk because nothing in his life had ever prepared him for this. ‘Hey, how ya doing’ seemed a little casual, but ‘wow, nice cock’ wouldn’t have won him any style points considering the other occupants of the bed had about three hundred and fifty years of sexual experience between them. Yep, pretty damn intimidating his brain concluded. His cock had other ideas as it continued to twitch and drip.
He felt Spike’s familiar hands on him, guiding him to lie on his back between his sire’s legs, his back resting against Spike’s chest. Angel now shifted so that he straddled four legs, and Xander could feel his urge to babble really hit high gear as he noticed how his own tanned and hairy legs contrasted with Spike’s pale and nearly hairless one. He shifted his feet uncomfortably as he tried to avoid eye contact with Angel, but a firm hand under his chin lifted his face so that he looked directly into Angel’s yellow eyes.
“A very pretty boy,” Angel decreed, and Xander started fidgeting even more, at least until Spike curled his legs so that his calves rested on Xander’s knees, pinning him down. Angel gave a smile that was less than reassuring before shifting first one knee and then the other to the inside of Xander and Spike’s tangled legs, Spike helping by using his own legs to pull Xander’s knees open. Angel’s hands reached up to rest on his chest, and Xander couldn’t take any more, he reached up and covered those large hands with his own, begging with his eyes for one of the vampire to take pity on him before he died of sexual frustration.
“Oi, control yourself, pet,” Spike said in a slightly aggravated tone before grabbing his wrists from behind and pulling his hands down to the bed on either side of his chest.
“Certain fledge I once knew would have come all over himself by now,” Angel said with a quiet laugh. “Come to think of it, a certain fledge I know did come all over himself when he got caught in a bed between his sire and his sire’s sire.” Xander snorted his amusement, the only sound he really could make, as he realized that the baby pictures his mother had pulled out over his nineteenth birthday dinner couldn’t compare with twenty years of embarrassing fledge stories that Angel probably had on Spike.
“Watch it pet. You’re the only bloody person I know who could be muzzled and still get himself in trouble with his mouth,” Spike warned with a nip at Xander’s ear, and Xander rolled his head to the side to give Spike better access.
“Not even a hint of fear,” Angel said with something like awe in his voice, and Xander turned toward Angel as the vampire sat up slightly, the ridges fading into human features before he put large hands back on Xander’s chest. This time Angel bent down and took a nipple in his mouth so suddenly that Xander bucked and tried to scream his lust, but Spike held him as Angel bit.
When Angel transferred to the other nipple, his nipple simply shone bright pink and stood out at attention, and his cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat. He bucked again as Angel repeated the procedure on the second nipple, but Spike had tightened his hold so he really couldn’t move much. Angel’s hands moved down to his hips as Angel moved up to nip at his claim mark, and Xander felt the familiar warmth he always felt when Spike touched that sensitive spot.
“Don’t come,” Spike warned, and Xander felt that feeling of impending release retreat. He groaned loudly, and Spike just laughed as Angel turned from nipping to licking the claim bite. “Told ya he’s vocal,” Spike said, and Xander could feel Angel chuckle as the large body pressed down into his rippled.
Angel drew back, and Xander found himself face to face with those deep brown eyes right before Angel kissed him, dull human teeth pulling out his lower lip and gnawing at it gently. Xander could only writhe caught between the pleasure of the act and the pain of his own delayed orgasm. Angel kissed him again before moving to his upper lip. Angel placed one last kiss on his closed lips before sliding down and running tongue over Xander’s hip, and Xander really would have come if Spike hadn’t tightened his grip and whispered “no” in his ear. Angel looked up and slid into game face before flaring his nostrils in an expression Xander recognized as the vampire’s attempt to smell his mood, his pheromones.
“No fear,” Angel whispered again, this time in game face before lowering his head and biting the inside of Xander’s thigh. Xander mewled pitifully behind the muzzle, now almost dying to come, but Spike had taken up a slow chant of “no” in his ear, and the desire to obey sire and the desire to just fucking come battled so fiercely that Xander shook his head in frustration, that being the only part of him not held motionless by Spike. He felt Spike twitch below him, and he looked down to see Angel now licking a wound on Spike’s calf.
“Flip him,” Angel said quietly, and Xander felt himself released and immediately grabbed by two vampires who turned him so that his head rested on Spike’s shoulder. Luckily the angle meant that his now painful cock was kept off the mattress by the position of Spike’s body below him. Unluckily, Spike once again tangled their limbs.
Xander could feel Spike’s feet braced at the back of his knees, his legs held wide open, which wasn’t actually a problem for him as long as someone did something soon to allow him to come. He didn’t fight when Spike once again grabbed his wrists, holding his arms slightly away from his body; he just rested his head on Spike’s shoulder and tried to concentrate on breathing and not having his cock explode because he really would miss that piece of anatomy.
The bed dipped again, and Xander felt movement on the inside of his thighs as Angel moved into position, but he closed his eyes and allowed himself to ride the waves of sensation. Large hands started at his shoulders, but the hands didn’t linger this time, they moved swiftly up his trembling back and then down to his butt where a cold wetness told him that they were near the final event now. He wiggled a little as the first finger entered, but the finger ignored the prostate, and Xander didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing, but no one asked him and he definitely didn’t have any control over the situation, so he relaxed into his sire’s body and concentrated on allowing the fingers to do their exploring.
He had lost track of fingers, time, and generally his own brain by the time he felt something larger than fingers pushing into him. He took a deep breath and breathed out as Angel pushed in, willing himself to relax. Where Angel had taken Spike hard, the vampire now moved so slow that Xander would have cursed him and begged him to do something if his mouth wasn’t occupied by steel and clamped shut with leather. When Angel finally pushed all the way in and he could feel the vampire pressed up against his ass, he waited for the action, but Angel pulled back so slowly and slid in again so slowly that Xander thought he’d lose his mind. He flexed his arm muscles, but Spike held him immobile as Angel continued his slow torture.
Xander mewled into his muzzle again, tossing his head, and maybe Angel got the hint because the next thrust came so hard that Xander felt himself pressed into Spike’s body, stars and black spot appearing in his vision as Angel pressed into his prostate. Another hard thrust and another and suddenly Xander was struggling just to breath as he felt his body warm and he struggled against the imprisonment. Angel went faster, and suddenly he could hear Spike whispering.
“Come, come now, pet. It’s all right, let go now.” As soon as Xander’s overtaxed brain processed those words, he felt his cock explode and he spasmed and jerked, Angel’s cock ramming into him suddenly seeming much larger as his muscles involuntarily tightened, and then he could feel Angel’s release. Angel draped himself over his back, the vampire pulling large unneeded gasps of air, and Xander could feel himself fading into the post release daze.
“Sleep, pet,” he heard a voice suggest from a very long distance away, and he allowed himself to sink into that darkness, so completely sated and relaxed that he couldn’t guarantee that his muscles hadn’t just been magically turned to jello.
Xander woke to the strangest morning he had yet experienced, and considering some of his mornings since hooking up with Spike, that was something. He was spread eagle on the bed, Spike below him and Angel above him, which wasn’t as strange as Angel still buried deep inside him, and Xander could feel his own cock respond instantly to the presence. He tried to yawn, only to discover that the muzzle was still in place, and when he went to raise his head, he found something hard and fuzzy pinning it to his sire’s chest. Xander moved an arm restlessly, not really sure what he could do with one free arm since the other seemed trapped under a weight, but then he felt fingers at the back of his neck.
“Shh, pet. Just relax, the big ox isn’t awake yet.” Ox was right, Xander thought as his attempts to move led to a dull ache in his backside where Angel’s still engorged member held him open. Damn vampire anatomy, he thought as he honestly tried to relax, wondering if Spike had any idea just how uncomfortable he was.
“Don’t bloody know how I ended up on the bottom since I’m the smallest one here. If I’d been human you two woulda soddin’ crushed the life outta me,” Spike complained quietly, but Xander felt Spike’s cock beginning to press up into his own body, so he suspected that Spike wasn’t suffering too much.
“Course it’s nice to wake up ta the quiet,” Spike teased as the hand moved to the cheek strap and gave it a tug. Xander just snorted his opinion of that and pressed up with his head which was pinned below Angel’s own head he realized. “Shh,” Spike repeated, and Xander stopped his little movements, allowing Angel’s weight to press his head back down firmly into Spike’s chest.
“Been a long time since I woke up with my sire in my bed, and havin’ a sire and a childe is about more than I can believe when I stop to think,” Spike said, and Xander used his one free hand to reach up and touch Spike’s cheek. Spike stopped stroking his neck and took the hand in his own grip, bringing it to his lips where he kissed it gently.
“Never told ya, pet. But I figured when I got the last of the wankers who took out Dru, I scheduled myself to watch a sunrise.” Xander had told himself to just be still and wait, but that statement made him jerk, frantic to see Spike’s face, but pinned in such a way he could only see Angel’s shoulder and the wall.
“Hush. Not goin’ to now, pet.” Spike murmured in his ear. “Had just lost everythin’ and thought I couldn’t get any of it back. My whole line had been destroyed by Peaches and his soul, but I couldn’t stop loving the bastard because he was still my sire, and I couldn’t stop bein’ angry that he left. When I couldn’t protect Dru, I just figured that this world didn’t have anything in it for me.” Xander could feel tears slide down his nose and drop onto Spike’s chest, the only way he had of telling his sire how he was feeling.
“No need for that,” Spike said more firmly. “Since I found you, life’s been lookin’ a little more fun. Got my sire back although I don’t really plan on having him around too much, and I got to mess with a slayer and have a bloody hell of a lot of fun kicking some demon arse.
"And now, for the first time I have a childe of my own, one I bloody well won’t ever leave.” Xander felt Spike’s hand move back to his neck, and he suddenly felt his demon rise up and start purring, the first time ever it had done so without Spike initiating it. Spike’s hand stopped for a minute before resuming, and now Xander could feel the purr below him. Xander wondered if Spike would have ever made such a confession if Xander had woken with his normal talkativeness, and he resolved to try to be a little quieter in the future. Didn’t expect to succeed, but he planned to try.
Above him, Angel remained motionless but started his own rumble, a rumble that traveled through the vampire’s entire body, including his cock, making Xander feel like he had a very large very gentle vibrating dildo pressed into him, which would normally be of the good, but after last night, his cock sent as many pain signals as pleasure signals. Oh yeah, two vampires plus one mostly human in the same bed led to one worn out human, Xander mused. Xander’s first indication that Angel was waking was the twitch buried deep in him. Figures, vamps wake up cock first, which is pretty appropriate for their lifestyles, Xander thought. He tried to relax, but the twitching and the rumbling purr and the slow beginning to wake movements in the body above him, combined with the evidence of Spike’s interest below him, soon had Xander Jr. up and begging despite a steady soreness.
Angel began making small thrusts even as he made the small sounds that usually accompanied waking. Xander groaned as the soreness competed with his prostate and his demon’s pleasure at being so completely taken. By the time Angel’s hands started making purposeful movements, his hips rocked back and forth, pressing Xander into his sire as Angel pulled out no more than an inch before pushing back in. As Angel started pushing himself up, lifting his head, and using his arms to hold his own weight, the thrusts grew longer.
At first, Xander panicked at the lack of lube since he could feel skin pulling skin, but the more Angel undulated the more he could feel the skin slide smoothly. Xander realized that Angel’s deposit from the previous evening was now the morning lube. Handy. Well, either that or gross, but he'd worry about that later.
Soon Angel’s thrusts had grown stronger than the previous evening, and Xander found himself grunting with every thrust, his cock hard as he started pushing back into it, Spike lying below without restraining him. As Xander felt Angel start coming, he pressed his forehead into the crook of Spike’s neck, and he felt his sire holding the back of his head as he struggled to hold his own orgasm. Spike hadn’t told him he couldn’t come, but he hadn’t said he could, and Xander decided to err on the side of caution. Suddenly Angel pulled out, and Xander felt strangely empty without that presence in his body. He wondered how long he had slept intimately attached to the other man. He really didn’t have time to think about it as Spike slid out from under him and took up his own position behind Xander.
Xander lowered his head to his arms, not knowing how long Spike would draw out this exquisite torture, but Spike just slid in smoothly and began to powerfully drive in almost immediately. Xander felt a hand reach around and grab the base of his cock even as Spike stopped. He knew this game. Xander drove himself back onto Spike before thrusting forward into that welcoming fist. Throwing himself forward and backwards, Xander didn’t have long to wait before Spike lost control and began pounding him. When Spike started coming, Xander released his own orgasm, his cock sending waves of both pleasure and pain.
When Spike withdrew, Xander sighed and rolled onto his side.
“Are you all right?” Angel asked from the far side of the room, and Xander could see the guilt rising up to high tide. He nodded, not really able to do more reassurance than that.
“He’s smellin’ a bit more than okay,” Spike pointed out as he held out a hand. Xander took the hand and stood up, feeling liquid running down the back of his thighs as his wiggled his ass trying to reduce the feeling of strangeness. Yes, he’d worn plugs at night before, but Angel was a good sight bigger than any plug.
“I shouldn’t have…” Angel started, and Spike snorted his disgust.
“Last night was the only time since you got to Sunnydale that ya haven’t cocked somethin’ up. Say you’re happy and make your way back to your own little humans,” Spike suggested.
“William,” Angel began before switching tactics. “Spike, I just need to know both the demon and the human are okay with what happened,” Angel asked so softly that Xander found himself wondering what it would be like to carry so much pain and guilt in one body. Spike snorted again, but Xander felt himself pulled toward Spike as clever fingers quickly undid the clasps that held the muzzle in place.
Once Spike loosened the straps, Xander opened his mouth and pushed the bit out of it, moving his tongue around to get the feel for it again. Spike tossed the contraption on the bed, and Xander was left just as speechless as when he’d worn the thing. What could he say to ease 250 years of guilt? Xander took a lesson from the previous evening and bypassed words all together.
Xander walked up to Angel and went up on his toes to reach up and truly kiss him without the muzzle keeping him from participating. He moved his lips against Angel’s slowly opening them in invitation, and Angel’s tongue took him up, as they kissed deeply. Xander felt himself unexpectedly pulled from Angel’s mouth as Angel tilted his neck and pulled Xander into the curve where neck and shoulder meet.
“Drink,” Angel said, and Xander felt the demon rise in near rapture. His vision went red and the familiar ache in his mouth told him that his own fangs had dropped as he sunk his teeth into the skin. The first taste nearly knocked him off his feet, and he hadn’t pulled but a few mouthfuls from Angel when he started to feel light headed, so he withdrew, unable to even keep his balance for a few seconds. Angel smiled at him and then tucked him under an arm.
“Childe,” Angel held out his hand and kept his head tilted, and Xander watched as Spike approached cautiously, almost as if expecting a trap. When he came close enough, Angel reached out and pulled the blonde head into his own neck, and Xander could feel a shudder go through the large frame as Spike bit in and drank significantly more that a few mouthfuls.
When Spike finally pulled back, he whispered the word “sire” and Angel touched his cheek once before snagging his clothes off the floor and walking out.
“Well I seriously hope he’s planning on putting those clothes on before he goes out on the street,” Xander said a few moments after Angel had disappeared.
“The muzzle’s still out, childe,” Spike said with a friendly cuff to the back of the head. “Let’s get breakfast.”
Xander suspected that the touchy feely portion of the program had ended. “Um, I’m thinking shower first because eww,” Xander said as he felt the trickle down the back of his legs.
“Not nice to call the remains of a passionate night ‘ew’,” Spike pointed out as he headed out into the main room.
“Yeah, say that when it’s running down your legs and getting on your carpet. Well, actually it is your carpet I’m dripping on here,” Xander pointed out and Spike reappeared in the room quickly enough.
“Ew,” Spike complained. “Get your arse in the shower.” Xander would have been more convinced if Spike hadn’t laughed the whole time.
Thank you so much for sticking with me through this very long project... and now we have the end of the very first story I ever wrote!