Live The Question
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sevendeadlyfunPairing: Various (Angel/Spike/Xander this chapter)
Rating: NC-17 overall (NC-17 this chapter)
Warnings: just the usual fun stuff, nothing major :)
A/N: It was a tough call. I almost decided to write the evil Spawn fic that's been percolating, butkidcyclone convinced me that it was cruel and unusual punishment to leave this fic hanging right before a good part! Evil Spawn tomorrow, though!
Xander shuffled nervously into the room, squinting slightly in the gloom. He was having second thoughts about this whole operation. Second thoughts? Make that twenty-second thoughts, because this was definitely the least good idea he’d ever had, and that included some very choice bits of stupidity.
As Xander stood there, shoulders slumped and eyes firmly fixed on the floor, Angel crept up behind him. Despite the image he often presented to the humans in his life, Angel was still a predator. Since the binding of soul and demon, his predatory instincts had only sharpened. Without the constant internal struggle, he was free to indulge in some of his baser desires. Without the constant internal struggle, his senses were heightened. Fear and lust rolled from the compact brunette, consuming Angel and stirring him deeply.
Angel dropped his hands, resting them on Xander’s shoulders. Pulling the younger man flush against his body, Angel stroked his face against the fragrant softness of Xander’s hair. Letting out a shaky breath, Xander melted backwards into Angel’s body.
“I know what you want, Xander,” Angel murmured. “I see you so clearly.”
“Y-you do,” Xander quavered, still sending out delicious waves of fear-laced pheromones.
“Oh yes, pretty boy. You’re the sweetest kind of treat,” Angel assured him solemnly. “A lovely little boy in search of a Master.”
“M-master?” Xander squeaked, trembling when Angel’s fingers ghosted over his nipples.
“He’s right, pet,” Spike’s voice rumbled from the shadows. “Can smell it on you, all that need and desire. It’s intoxicating.”
“O-oz said I n-needed to l-learn,” Xander explained shakily.
“He’s right,” Angel said softly. “You need to know what you are, who you belong to. Would you like us to teach you?”
“T-teach me?”
“That’s right, luv,” Spike soothed, still invisible in the gloom. “Want to learn what it means to serve another’s pleasure?”
Xander moaned as the erotic cadences of Spike’s voice washed over him, combining with the arousing touch of Angel’s fingers on his sensitive nipples. Taking Xander’s moan for agreement, Angel swiftly and silently divested Xander of his clothing. Xander stood there, naked and pressed against Angel. The soft buttery leather of Angel’s pants shushed over Xander’s ass, and he moaned again as his dick bounced in anticipation.
“Think the boy’s an eager student,” Spike observed, stepping forward. Like Angel, Spike was shirtless and he stood haloed by the soft yellow light, shadows playing over the dips and hollows of his lean body. Xander reached out a hand, mutely calling Spike to him.
Spike shook his head at the entreaty and glanced at Angel. The wicked smile on Angel’s face sent a shiver through Spike. That smile promised infinite pain and infinite pleasure. Spike gloried in that smile, seeing in it the Angelus of old.
“Strip,” Angel commanded, voice still low.
Spike complied eagerly, popping the buttons of his fly quickly. Shimmying out his jeans, he stood proudly erect and unashamed. A low growl from Angel and a gasp from Xander told Spike that the view was appreciated.
“You see, Xander,” Angel instructed, with a quick nip at the flesh of Xander’s neck, “ Spike wants to make up for his bad behavior. He feels bad about how he treated you the last time you two were together. So tonight, I’m going to teach you and Spike will be…our prop.”
Spike objected, “Prop? The bloody hell I will!”
“Silence, Childe,” Angel snapped, watching with interest as Spike bowed his head in obedience. “You’ll do this for Xander. And…for me.”
“Yes, Sire,” Spike mumbled unhappily.
He hated when Angel pulled that Sire crap on him. O’course, his body disagreed completely. The heat that coursed through when Angel took the reins didn’t care what Spike thought. The body wanted what it wanted, and right now, Spike’s body wanted a good hard pounding.
“Go sit in the chair, and keep your hands off,” Angel said sternly, eyes twinkling.
Spike obeyed, slouching lazily in the wing chair. From his corner, Spike could see Angel’s hands moving slowly over Xander’s fit tanned body, plucking at the boy’s nipples and stroking his hips. Xander’s head lolled back, eyes closed. The boy panted and whined, thrusting his hips forward as he tried desperately to force Angel’s hands onto his prick.
“When you submit, Xander, you offer up everything you are to your Master. Your mind, your body, your heart and your soul all become your Master’s playground. In return, your Master gives you safety, security, love, and pleasure. Oz won’t hurt you, unless you ask him to. He won’t treat you carelessly, or allow you to treat yourself carelessly. But until you admit to your own desires, you won’t be able to truly submit,” Angel whispered as he pushed Xander forward.
“I want…” Xander moaned quietly.
“Tell me what you want,” Angel encouraged him.
“I want t-to be…used,” Xander admitted.
“That’s what you want tonight,” Angel clarified. “And I promise you, we’ll use you well. You’ll make a wonderful toy. But what do you want from Oz?”
“I d-don’t know,” Xander grimaced.
“Love? Protection? When you go to him, what will you ask from him,” Angel pressed, placing firm kisses up and down Xander’s neck.
“Love, yes. Belonging…a place to be. I want…I want someone to want me, to be strong, someone to depend on,” Xander reasoned out, whimpering slightly when the kisses ceased.
“So you don’t want a Master. You want a mate, a lover,” Angel told him. “But here, in the dark, you want to be mastered. There’s a difference, sweet boy, between the two. Now that you know, you can tell Oz what you want.”
“Yes,” Xander nodded in agreement.
“Now that it’s all settled,” Spike interjected, “can we just…”
“Not. A. Word. Spike,” Angel enunciated in low, dangerous tones. “You’re just as much my toy as Xander is right now.”
“Is that a fact,” Spike purred sweetly. “You planning on using us any time tonight, then? Or don’t you like to play with your toys?”
“Oh I’ll play, Spike,” Angel confirmed his words by reaching down to stroke Xander’s red swollen cock. “I’ll play when I choose, with whom I choose, and how I choose. Toys don’t get decide during playtime.”
Spike pouted, his own erection waving in the air, begging for attention. The sight of Angel wanking the brunette dragged a hoarse groan from Spike’s lips. Angel laughed softly, and far from angering Spike, it aroused him even further.
Angel maneuvered Xander between Spike’s knees, ordering the boy to kneel. Xander sank down, head bowed and eyes firmly locked on the bobbing cock in front of him. A soft sound behind them told Xander that Angel had shed his leather pants. Spike panted roughly, and Xander whimpered as the small movement brought Spike’s dick closer to his mouth.
“Do you want to taste him, Xander,” Angel asked hoarsely.
Xander could only nod, speech having abandoned him. His mouth watered at the thought of that juicy piece of flesh between his lips. A shimmering drop of liquid pearled at the tip, and Xander licked his lips imagining the taste.
“Take a taste then, lad. But, just a taste, “ Angel cautioned. “Spike, you’re not cum under any circumstances.”
Spike didn’t acknowledge the order. He was lost to the hot moist feel of Xander’s lips locked around his prick. Xander suckled at the satiny hardness, tongue dragging around the tip, licking up every bit of the creamy liquid. Pulling Spike’s cock deeper into his mouth, Xander relished the salty musky taste of Spike’s skin and began to suck harder.
“Stop,” Angel ordered, and Xander pulled back reluctantly from his tasty treat.
Spike watched as Angel rose from the bed, and came to kneel behind Xander. Xander gasped as a cold liquid spread over his cheeks, first one finger than two invading his body. Angel reached around, tugging and rolling Xander’s sac as he prepared the boy.
“Stand and turn around, “ Angel murmured, watching as Xander did just that.
Angel leaned in, placing a firm kiss on the brunette’s lush lips. Xander opened his mouth eagerly, allowing Angel’s tongue access to his mouth. Xander wiggled his body closer to Angel’s, the kiss stoking his hunger for skin on skin contact. Angel clamped his hands on Xander’s ass, their two erections rubbing and sliding together. Finally, Angel pulled away, and Xander breathed deeply, dizzy from the sweet touches.
Angel spread Xander’s legs and positioned him at the tip of Spike’s weeping cock. Xander pushed backwards, allowing the flaring head to push through the tight muscle guarding his channel. He paused a moment, his body clenching against the thick intruder. Spike whimpered and whined, his entire being focused on the sweet tightness surrounding his prick.
As soon as Xander felt himself relax, he slammed himself down the length of Spike’s shaft. Spike cursed, wrapping his arms around Xander’s body and pulling him backwards. Xander’s eyes rolled up into his head, the change in position forcing Spike’s cock up against the brunette’s sweet spot.
“Fuck,” Xander moaned, rocking his hips frantically to feel that painfully sweet pressure again.
“That’s right, boy. Fuck him,” Angel panted, stroking himself as he watched the two men. “Show him what a good little boy you are, baby.”
“Pet…Xander,” Spike grunted, desperately clutching at the boy’s body. “Want to fill you up, luv. Sweet little slut, want to make you scream.”
Xander braced his feet and leaned forward, riding up and down on Spike’s thick cock. Spike howled, digging his fingers into Xander’s sides. Angel moved forward, forcing the tip of his cock into Xander’s mouth. Xander greedily sucked the stiff pole into his mouth, his tongue dancing and teasing the sensitive organ.
The reality of the moment slammed into Xander, and his cock pulsed, cum streaming from him in white arcs. The pull of the slick tightness clenching around him sent Spike over the edge, and he shot wave after wave of spunk deep inside Xander. Angel moved faster, snapping his hips and pushing his cock farther down Xander’s throat. The boy’s moans vibrated his shaft, sending shockwaves through his body. With a hoarse yell, Angel too came, his salty semen overflowing Xander’s mouth.
Angel stumbled backwards, colliding with the bed and landing with a thump. Xander, still impaled on Spike, shifted backwards, lying replete in Spike’s arms. With a chuckle, Spike pumped his hips, his undiminished erection gliding over the sensitive gland deep inside Xander.
“So, pet,” he murmured,” how do you like being a toy?”
“Mmm,” Xander replied softly. “Wanna do it again.”
“With pleasure,” Spike answered silkily.
Angel motioned Spike over to the bed. If there was going to be more fun and games, Angel definitely wanted to join in. He planned to exhaust all of them tonight, and what better place for exhaustion than a large, comfortable bed?
Rating: NC-17 overall (NC-17 this chapter)
Warnings: just the usual fun stuff, nothing major :)
A/N: It was a tough call. I almost decided to write the evil Spawn fic that's been percolating, but
kidcyclone convinced me that it was cruel and unusual punishment to leave this fic hanging right before a good part! Evil Spawn tomorrow, though!Xander shuffled nervously into the room, squinting slightly in the gloom. He was having second thoughts about this whole operation. Second thoughts? Make that twenty-second thoughts, because this was definitely the least good idea he’d ever had, and that included some very choice bits of stupidity.
As Xander stood there, shoulders slumped and eyes firmly fixed on the floor, Angel crept up behind him. Despite the image he often presented to the humans in his life, Angel was still a predator. Since the binding of soul and demon, his predatory instincts had only sharpened. Without the constant internal struggle, he was free to indulge in some of his baser desires. Without the constant internal struggle, his senses were heightened. Fear and lust rolled from the compact brunette, consuming Angel and stirring him deeply.
Angel dropped his hands, resting them on Xander’s shoulders. Pulling the younger man flush against his body, Angel stroked his face against the fragrant softness of Xander’s hair. Letting out a shaky breath, Xander melted backwards into Angel’s body.
“I know what you want, Xander,” Angel murmured. “I see you so clearly.”
“Y-you do,” Xander quavered, still sending out delicious waves of fear-laced pheromones.
“Oh yes, pretty boy. You’re the sweetest kind of treat,” Angel assured him solemnly. “A lovely little boy in search of a Master.”
“M-master?” Xander squeaked, trembling when Angel’s fingers ghosted over his nipples.
“He’s right, pet,” Spike’s voice rumbled from the shadows. “Can smell it on you, all that need and desire. It’s intoxicating.”
“O-oz said I n-needed to l-learn,” Xander explained shakily.
“He’s right,” Angel said softly. “You need to know what you are, who you belong to. Would you like us to teach you?”
“T-teach me?”
“That’s right, luv,” Spike soothed, still invisible in the gloom. “Want to learn what it means to serve another’s pleasure?”
Xander moaned as the erotic cadences of Spike’s voice washed over him, combining with the arousing touch of Angel’s fingers on his sensitive nipples. Taking Xander’s moan for agreement, Angel swiftly and silently divested Xander of his clothing. Xander stood there, naked and pressed against Angel. The soft buttery leather of Angel’s pants shushed over Xander’s ass, and he moaned again as his dick bounced in anticipation.
“Think the boy’s an eager student,” Spike observed, stepping forward. Like Angel, Spike was shirtless and he stood haloed by the soft yellow light, shadows playing over the dips and hollows of his lean body. Xander reached out a hand, mutely calling Spike to him.
Spike shook his head at the entreaty and glanced at Angel. The wicked smile on Angel’s face sent a shiver through Spike. That smile promised infinite pain and infinite pleasure. Spike gloried in that smile, seeing in it the Angelus of old.
“Strip,” Angel commanded, voice still low.
Spike complied eagerly, popping the buttons of his fly quickly. Shimmying out his jeans, he stood proudly erect and unashamed. A low growl from Angel and a gasp from Xander told Spike that the view was appreciated.
“You see, Xander,” Angel instructed, with a quick nip at the flesh of Xander’s neck, “ Spike wants to make up for his bad behavior. He feels bad about how he treated you the last time you two were together. So tonight, I’m going to teach you and Spike will be…our prop.”
Spike objected, “Prop? The bloody hell I will!”
“Silence, Childe,” Angel snapped, watching with interest as Spike bowed his head in obedience. “You’ll do this for Xander. And…for me.”
“Yes, Sire,” Spike mumbled unhappily.
He hated when Angel pulled that Sire crap on him. O’course, his body disagreed completely. The heat that coursed through when Angel took the reins didn’t care what Spike thought. The body wanted what it wanted, and right now, Spike’s body wanted a good hard pounding.
“Go sit in the chair, and keep your hands off,” Angel said sternly, eyes twinkling.
Spike obeyed, slouching lazily in the wing chair. From his corner, Spike could see Angel’s hands moving slowly over Xander’s fit tanned body, plucking at the boy’s nipples and stroking his hips. Xander’s head lolled back, eyes closed. The boy panted and whined, thrusting his hips forward as he tried desperately to force Angel’s hands onto his prick.
“When you submit, Xander, you offer up everything you are to your Master. Your mind, your body, your heart and your soul all become your Master’s playground. In return, your Master gives you safety, security, love, and pleasure. Oz won’t hurt you, unless you ask him to. He won’t treat you carelessly, or allow you to treat yourself carelessly. But until you admit to your own desires, you won’t be able to truly submit,” Angel whispered as he pushed Xander forward.
“I want…” Xander moaned quietly.
“Tell me what you want,” Angel encouraged him.
“I want t-to be…used,” Xander admitted.
“That’s what you want tonight,” Angel clarified. “And I promise you, we’ll use you well. You’ll make a wonderful toy. But what do you want from Oz?”
“I d-don’t know,” Xander grimaced.
“Love? Protection? When you go to him, what will you ask from him,” Angel pressed, placing firm kisses up and down Xander’s neck.
“Love, yes. Belonging…a place to be. I want…I want someone to want me, to be strong, someone to depend on,” Xander reasoned out, whimpering slightly when the kisses ceased.
“So you don’t want a Master. You want a mate, a lover,” Angel told him. “But here, in the dark, you want to be mastered. There’s a difference, sweet boy, between the two. Now that you know, you can tell Oz what you want.”
“Yes,” Xander nodded in agreement.
“Now that it’s all settled,” Spike interjected, “can we just…”
“Not. A. Word. Spike,” Angel enunciated in low, dangerous tones. “You’re just as much my toy as Xander is right now.”
“Is that a fact,” Spike purred sweetly. “You planning on using us any time tonight, then? Or don’t you like to play with your toys?”
“Oh I’ll play, Spike,” Angel confirmed his words by reaching down to stroke Xander’s red swollen cock. “I’ll play when I choose, with whom I choose, and how I choose. Toys don’t get decide during playtime.”
Spike pouted, his own erection waving in the air, begging for attention. The sight of Angel wanking the brunette dragged a hoarse groan from Spike’s lips. Angel laughed softly, and far from angering Spike, it aroused him even further.
Angel maneuvered Xander between Spike’s knees, ordering the boy to kneel. Xander sank down, head bowed and eyes firmly locked on the bobbing cock in front of him. A soft sound behind them told Xander that Angel had shed his leather pants. Spike panted roughly, and Xander whimpered as the small movement brought Spike’s dick closer to his mouth.
“Do you want to taste him, Xander,” Angel asked hoarsely.
Xander could only nod, speech having abandoned him. His mouth watered at the thought of that juicy piece of flesh between his lips. A shimmering drop of liquid pearled at the tip, and Xander licked his lips imagining the taste.
“Take a taste then, lad. But, just a taste, “ Angel cautioned. “Spike, you’re not cum under any circumstances.”
Spike didn’t acknowledge the order. He was lost to the hot moist feel of Xander’s lips locked around his prick. Xander suckled at the satiny hardness, tongue dragging around the tip, licking up every bit of the creamy liquid. Pulling Spike’s cock deeper into his mouth, Xander relished the salty musky taste of Spike’s skin and began to suck harder.
“Stop,” Angel ordered, and Xander pulled back reluctantly from his tasty treat.
Spike watched as Angel rose from the bed, and came to kneel behind Xander. Xander gasped as a cold liquid spread over his cheeks, first one finger than two invading his body. Angel reached around, tugging and rolling Xander’s sac as he prepared the boy.
“Stand and turn around, “ Angel murmured, watching as Xander did just that.
Angel leaned in, placing a firm kiss on the brunette’s lush lips. Xander opened his mouth eagerly, allowing Angel’s tongue access to his mouth. Xander wiggled his body closer to Angel’s, the kiss stoking his hunger for skin on skin contact. Angel clamped his hands on Xander’s ass, their two erections rubbing and sliding together. Finally, Angel pulled away, and Xander breathed deeply, dizzy from the sweet touches.
Angel spread Xander’s legs and positioned him at the tip of Spike’s weeping cock. Xander pushed backwards, allowing the flaring head to push through the tight muscle guarding his channel. He paused a moment, his body clenching against the thick intruder. Spike whimpered and whined, his entire being focused on the sweet tightness surrounding his prick.
As soon as Xander felt himself relax, he slammed himself down the length of Spike’s shaft. Spike cursed, wrapping his arms around Xander’s body and pulling him backwards. Xander’s eyes rolled up into his head, the change in position forcing Spike’s cock up against the brunette’s sweet spot.
“Fuck,” Xander moaned, rocking his hips frantically to feel that painfully sweet pressure again.
“That’s right, boy. Fuck him,” Angel panted, stroking himself as he watched the two men. “Show him what a good little boy you are, baby.”
“Pet…Xander,” Spike grunted, desperately clutching at the boy’s body. “Want to fill you up, luv. Sweet little slut, want to make you scream.”
Xander braced his feet and leaned forward, riding up and down on Spike’s thick cock. Spike howled, digging his fingers into Xander’s sides. Angel moved forward, forcing the tip of his cock into Xander’s mouth. Xander greedily sucked the stiff pole into his mouth, his tongue dancing and teasing the sensitive organ.
The reality of the moment slammed into Xander, and his cock pulsed, cum streaming from him in white arcs. The pull of the slick tightness clenching around him sent Spike over the edge, and he shot wave after wave of spunk deep inside Xander. Angel moved faster, snapping his hips and pushing his cock farther down Xander’s throat. The boy’s moans vibrated his shaft, sending shockwaves through his body. With a hoarse yell, Angel too came, his salty semen overflowing Xander’s mouth.
Angel stumbled backwards, colliding with the bed and landing with a thump. Xander, still impaled on Spike, shifted backwards, lying replete in Spike’s arms. With a chuckle, Spike pumped his hips, his undiminished erection gliding over the sensitive gland deep inside Xander.
“So, pet,” he murmured,” how do you like being a toy?”
“Mmm,” Xander replied softly. “Wanna do it again.”
“With pleasure,” Spike answered silkily.
Angel motioned Spike over to the bed. If there was going to be more fun and games, Angel definitely wanted to join in. He planned to exhaust all of them tonight, and what better place for exhaustion than a large, comfortable bed?