After Midnight pt.9
By: Michelle
TITLE: A Seeming Reprieve
PAIRING: X&A
SETTING: Season 4 AU. You'll see.
SUMMARY: Angelus turned Xander. Xander's not a happy vamp. Nor is he willing to stay with Angelus.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, nor do I make any profit.
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Xander woke to the silky feel of soft fingers brushing over his thigh and cool breath passing over his ear. He smiled, groaned and rolled over into the caress and breath. His mouth was covered immediately by full lips. A wet tongue sneaked out and teased at his mouth, urging him to open, and when he did, it slipped gratefully inside. He lifted a hand to the face so close to his own and palmed the cheek, fisting his fingers into the hair to hold whoever was there. And he began to return the kiss with a burgeoning sense of urgency.
When he felt another set of hands farther down on his legs, his eyes popped wide open and he jerked away from the kiss.
“Good morning.” Angelus’ velvet purr greeted him.
“Umm, maybe not so much.” Xander snatched back away from his sire, ignoring the wailing voice in his head that longed to return to the kiss. “What. The hell. Is going on?”
“I think, pet, Angelus wanted to make you feel good. I can’t say I blame him. You’re a right beautiful thing when you sleep, all innocent like.” Spike spoke from down around Xander’s feet.
“And you?”
“I just wanted to see how you tasted.”
“Oh.” Xander frowned when Spike continued caressing his legs. “You wanna maybe quit that?”
“No. You feel good.”
“Let Spike have his way, Xander.” Xander shivered at Angelus’ tender voice in his ear again. “You know you want to. Look at him,” and he did, irresistibly drawn to the white blond hair at his knees, “Doesn’t he feel wonderful? He knows how soft to touch, how hard to rub your skin, how to taste you, lick you until you’re quivering for more. Watch him,” and that sleepwarm tongue reached out and tasted Xander’s ear, as Spike leaned down to lick at a very sensitive spot behind his knee.
“Oh, god.” He moaned, despite all efforts not to.
Angelus moved closer, sliding his length along Xander’s. He reached around and tugged Xander’s shoulder, pulling him closer and over. Xander started to struggle.
“Shh. No pain, Xander, just feel us.” Words whispered against his mouth and he closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensation of being devoured from both ends; Spike tonguing a trail of kisses up and over his legs, knees, thighs while Angelus nipped at his jaw and ear and neck. He moaned, and felt himself growing increasingly aroused. His growing erection trapped between the centuries soft skin of Angelus’ belly and his own still work hewn skin.
Spike crawled between his extended legs, and he spread them wide, giving that teasing tongue more room to roam. Breathing deeply, he pulled away from Angelus and looked the menace right in his demon eyes. Xander felt his own demon pull forward as it sensed a chance to be loved by its Sire. His green demon eyes stared into golden ones and he leaned forward, voluntarily laying cautious lips on his Sire’s mouth. He felt the smile and the prick of fangs, but felt no blood. He deepened the kiss, opening his mouth and sighing into Angelus’ when Spike nipped at the crease of his thigh just under his buttock.
“That’s it, Xander. Don’t think about it, just feel us, feel me.” Angelus broke the kiss and slid his hands around Xander’s waist, pulling him hard into his body, and arching up to rub his erection against Xander’s.
“Oh Jesus. I don’t want this! I can’t want this!” he whispered in distress, his forehead pressed against Angelus’.
“I know.” And he was being kissed again.
Spike surged up over his back, locking teeth onto his neck and Xander moaned in pained excitement. He returned Angelus’ kiss and ground himself down hard on his and his Sire’s hardened cocks; he felt the sticky dampness and a new level of arousal burned in him, making him tear away from Angelus’ talented mouth and hiss in a deep breath. His body rose and pushed itself against Spike behind him, feeling a hard full length settle and rub along the cleft of his ass. It felt so strange and yet wonderful and he pulled up hard onto his knees, forcing himself against that stiff stimulation again.
“Oh god yes, Xander!” Spike moaned, his lips open wide on his shoulder.
“Spike. William. You know the rules.”
“Sire first, yes.” He settled fully over Xander and leaned over his broad shoulder to kiss Angelus.
“What?” Xander was crushed in the best most indecent way between his family, his body responding beyond his ability to comprehend. Hands were touching him everywhere, skin met skin in places where nothing should ever be, but felt so right when there. He found himself craving something nameless; he felt empty and knew not how to fill that void. He whimpered and writhed, striving to ease the ache of emptiness.
“Shhh.” He heard in both ears, as Spike and Angelus turned as one. The were laying on their sides, now. Spike behind Xander facing Angelus. His leg began to lift, and he felt Spike’s fingers digging into his flesh as he shifted Xander’s leg over Angelus’ waist. His surprisingly soft fingers trailed back down the thigh lingering gently over the beginnings of bruises and the dimpled and scarred skin of newly healed holy water burns.
When those fingers entered him, abrupt and dry, he groaned in ecstacy. The pain of it precious to him. Spike started to scissor his fingers back and forth, stretching him, and Xander’s eyes widened as the void he’d felt earlier began to fill up. Then another hand joined Spike’s and Angelus was leaning forward, laying smiling kisses along his collar while his long artist’s fingers delved deeper into him next to Spike’s. They played with his hole in tandem, both stretching and stroking, seeking that one spot they knew would drive him crazy with need.
Then he saw stars, bright blue and green, gold and red, flying about the room when both fingers in his ass hit his prostate. He tried to move but was blocked by them on either side. Angelus pulled his finger out and rubbed it over the tip of Xander’s leaking cock, lubing himself to press deeper into Xander.
“God! Stop please....too much... need, jesus.....don’t know. Just. Please. Fill me, I’m so empty.” To his utter shame he started to cry with need. Spike’s lips peppered tiny kisses along the back of his neck and spine. Angelus pulled him down again for a deep kiss before whispering to him.
“It’s ok, Xander, we’ll take care of you. Always.” He flicked a glance to Spike who withdrew his fingers and moved down Xander’s back again, licking a path directly down the knotted trail of his spine. Xander screamed in harsh arousal when he felt Spike’s tongue spear him directly in the tight hole where his fingers had been. He heard Angelus laugh underneath him and growled in anger.
“Don’t laugh at me, Angelus.” It came out in a shaking whisper, Spike’s agile tongue delving deeper into him rendering him nearly incoherent.
“Not, Precious. You’re so gorgeous, all hot and excited, responsive.” Angelus wrapped a hand around Xander’s cock, squeezing and stroking up and down, pulling Xander’s orgasm from him second by infinite second. “His tongue feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”
“Ohhh, god.”
“You know I’m going to be fucking you here. Now.”
Xander nodded, still broken by Spike’s tongue dancing around his sensitive hole.
“When, Xander? Tell me when you’re ready.”
“Now. OH Christ, now, please please. I hurt. It’s too .....oh heaven help me.... too much”
“Ok.” Angelus tapped Spike’s shoulder, who immediately withdrew to lay wet open mouthed kisses on the flesh of Xander’s ass. Then he pulled Xander’s thigh high up over his ribs and slid his engorged cock inside that fluttering dark channel.
“Yesss.” Xander hissed out, laying his head on Angelus’ shoulder and thrusting his hips forward, swallowing the hard cock that breached him. The sudden movement in the spit lubed passage tore delicate skin already flushed with blood, and the entrance immediately became easy as the blood flowed freely. He felt Spike rising to leave the bed, and reached for him, his hand snatching the thin wrist and pulling him forward. “Don’t leave. Kiss me, please? Touch me, I don’t care where.”
Spike sought permission from his Sire and seeing the nod lay down beside them. He pushed them over so that Xander was straddling Angelus and pulled Xander to sitting.
Xander groaned loudly at the feeling of his sire pressing deep inside him, the hard length of him rubbing against his inside walls. He lifted himself fractionally, and settled back slowly, relishing the feel of Angelus’ cock in his ass. It was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. Throbbing, and jumping inside him as he moved. It bumped against that delicious spot on entry, and Xander leaned back a little, instinctively knowing how to enhance the inside contact. He gasped, and rocked forward again with the intensity.
There was no rhythm, just his hips and legs working together to produce the heavy flashes of feeling, and Angelus looking up at him with gold eyes slitted almost shut under a smooth brow and fangs digging into lust red lips. Xander marveled at how controlled his vampire - his? was, to show just his eyes and fangs. He reached up to touch Angelus’ face, the demonic mask not there, just a smooth brow marred by passion.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, tortured with the knowledge. Another tear, and he said, “God, how I hate you,” and found himself leaning in for a kiss.
Spike let him move on his own for a bit, watching with predatory blue eyes as the two dark, beautiful creatures kissed with sexual abandon. He laid a biting kiss on Xander’s shoulder, drawing him out of the carnal kiss, and he reached in and wrapped his deceptively smooth hand around Xander’s cock, and pulled, running his fingers over the tip loosely, collecting the moisture there. When he licked the precum from his hand, Xander snatched him forward for a kiss. Their tongues dueled in their mouths for a while, until Spike broke the kiss and immediately engulfed his leaking cock, swallowing him to the root. It was too much, Xander thrust forward then slammed back against Angelus and shouted as he came, feeling Spike swallowing around him.
Angelus thrust a few more times into him, lifting all three of them off the bed, and then he, too, was coming, shouting Xander’s name in a rush of air.
Xander collapsed on Angelus’ chest, and turned to look at Spike, who sat with a smugly satisfied look settling on his face. “You?”
“Not my turn, pet. This was for you.”
“Why?”
Spike leaned forward to whisper in his ear, knowing it wouldn’t matter, that Angelus would hear him anyway. “There’s always the Sire Childe first time, pet. Plus, Angelus never likes to leave us thinking he’s still angry. This was, well, make up sex.”
“Xander. Your punishment, and Spike’s, was over. I want you know that you have a place to belong, that I love you.” Angelus trailed fingers down Xander’s back, almost soothing, petting him. “I know you’re having a hard time letting go of your humanity - and the feelings that go with it - and I want you to know I understand. But I’ll tolerate it only so long.” He lifted Xander up and off of himself, and Xander moaned with the emptying feeling his withdrawal left.
“You and Spike sleep. I don’t want to come back and know that you’ve gone out again.” He turned to look at them both. “You understand me?”
“Yes.”
“Yeah, oh great and magnificent one.” Spike’s reply was so tongue in cheek that Xander had to laugh. Angelus smacked them both.
“I’m going hunting. I expect you both to eat what I bring home, you got it? You need your strength back.”
“So long as I don’t have to kill it first,” Xander said. “I didn’t do so well at that.”
“You know you’ll have to learn.” Angelus was firm.
“I know. Spike told me.”
“Hey, Angelus! Bring me back a blonde, preferably fiesty. I’m feeling nostalgic.”
“You’ll eat what I bring you. But I’ll see what I can do.”
***
Shortly after Angelus left, Xander turned to Spike. “Is that the worst it will get? The punishments I mean?”
Spike chuckled. “Pet. That was nothing. Especially for you. You haven’t begun to taste the evil that vampire can do. You’re lucky. He healed you. I’m lucky that he only skinned my feet and sliced me up a bit. He was in a good mood; that’s the only way I can explain it. Usually? It is much, much worse. He once tortured Dru for days, then left her hanging, only feeding her rat blood to heal her. And that he did because she moved her eyes while he was drawing her.”
Xander blinked. “Easy? That was easy punishment?” He shuddered. “I didn’t think my skin would ever quit burning. And it was all over the covers, every time I moved, I got another burn.”
“Yeah. Holy water is a personal favorite. Spike sighed. “Just. Just don’t make him angry, I guess is all I can tell you. He’s right decent enough when he’s feeling plucky, but when he blows? You never know what’ll happen or who he’ll do it to.”
“Good to know.” Xander buried himself under the covers again. “I think I’ll take him at his word and go to sleep. You can stay, if you want.”
“Yeah. Thanks.” Spike curled up behind Xander, an arm draped over his stomach to pull him close. “I wonder what he’ll bring to eat.”
Angelus came home hours later with two meals for his boys. One, a pugnacious blonde, so mouthy he’d had to rip her tongue out. He didn’t think Spike would like that, but the little minx! She’d continued to fight him. That he knew Spike would like.
The other was for Xander. She was beautiful. A stunning brunette, her hair long and shiny black around her exotic face. She had chocolate colored eyes, porcelain skin, a golden glow and beautiful succulent lips. She was just gorgeous. He couldn’t wait to give her to Xander.
He set the two girls on the sofa, pleased with the tableau they made next to each other, dark and light, rebellious and serene. Like his boys. It was perfect. He went in to wake them and bring them out to eat and heard the dark one stirring awake. He left her to wake on her own and started down the hall way.
Xander and Spike had woken when Angelus returned. They were ravenous and the scent of fresh live blood had filtered its way to them immediately. The stepped out of the bedroom together, and met Angelus in the corridor. He cocked an eyebrow at them, and indicated they should follow.
The three of them entered the great room togther just as the brunette was waking up to full consciousness. “Where am I?” She looked around, not seeing them initially, but focusing on the decor. “Nice place, you psycho. Thanks so much for drugging me and dragging me to your macked out crib. I don’t think so.” Her perusal of the room finally brought her gaze around to the other girl. “Oh, you poor thing. You’re lipstick’s all smeared, you have red....dripping down your chin. Great! Good to know.” She circled the room again, and whispered hopelessly, “Help?
“I brought her for you Xander.”
Xander looked at the brunette girl in dread. He knew her. He’d loved her. But she got hurt when Willow’s spell went bad and Buffy had died, so she left Sunnydale. He wondered why and when she’d returned. Probably for college. “Cordelia?”
Her wide shocked eyes flew to him. “Xander?”
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