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Worlds Apart	By : rockstarpeach Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male > Angel(us)/Spike(William) > Angel(us)/Spike(William) Views: 1633 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This is a post story ficlet....

Angel hummed to himself as he loaded up the dishwasher, ignoring the few snickers that came from his co-workers. He smiled broadly while he scrubbed a stubborn pan in the sink, not really caring when he was told by someone that dishwashing wasn�t supposed to be that fun. He laughed and said that it wasn�t a problem when Lorne came in and told he�d need to stay for an extra four hours that day, because someone on the later shift had called in sick.

The way he was feeling, there was very little that could be a problem for him just now. He knew he was being a dork; knew he had the glow and optimism of someone newly in love, and knew that anyone could tell just by looking at him, but he didn�t care. He just felt too damn good.

Things had been going really well so far with Spike. Better than he had thought they would go. Angel was still living with Lindsey, able to pay his own way now that he was working almost every night, but most days, either before or after work, or both he would spend time with Spike. He slept there most nights, shamelessly happy that he had someone he loved so much, someone who accepted him.

He had been a bit hesitant at first; worried that Spike would be unfaithful. He knew Spike wouldn�t have done anything to purposely hurt him, but there was no denying the man got around, and Angel thought he might slip back into old habits. His biggest threat, he knew, was Wesley, but he had a girlfriend now, and he seemed to be really happy, so Angel wasn�t that concerned. It had been two months so far, and everything was going great.
***
Wesley had called Spike about a half an hour ago, in somewhat of a funk. Spike had of course done what any good friend would do, what he always did, and invited the man over for a little heart to heart. And that of course turned out to be more music and beer than actual talking, but it worked for them.

After three beers in each of them, and another on its way down, Spike felt it was safe to start a meaningful conversation.

�Did she say why?� Spike asked, thinking it odd that Willow would just up and leave Wes like that. They had seemed so happy.

�Apparently she�s �gay now�.�

Spike looked sympathetic for a moment but then started to laugh.

�It�s not funny,� Wes scolded, but let a small grin escape belying his words.

�It is a little bit,� Spike countered. �So, she�s gay gay? Not just switch hitting, cause there may be some pleasant opportunities in the future if��

�No,� Wes stopped him. �She�s met someone. A woman, and they want to try a committed relationship.� He sighed and took another drink of his beer, relaxing back into the sofa. �First you, now her; there must be something going around.�

�Well, it�s her loss,� Spike said, cheerfully, trying to bring up the mood a little. Wes smiled as Spike leaned back beside him, shoulders just touching. They sat in companionable silence for a few minutes listening to the music and drinking their beer until Spike felt recent feelings stirring too close to the surface and let his fingers ghost over Wes�s leg saying, almost too quietly to hear, �Mine too.�

�Spike, stop,� Wes said, but couldn�t help pushing slightly into the contact.

�Right, stop,� Spike agreed, but only became more bold in his movements, placing his palm firmly on Wesley�s inner thigh.

Wesley placed his hand over Spike�s, hooking their thumbs together and began to guide his hand in a back and forth pattern over his own leg, drawing both men�s eyes down. �You�re not stopping.�

�Neither are you.�

�Spike, we really shouldn�t do this.� Wes jolted as Spike�s touch came dangerously close to his crotch, and continued. �What about Liam?�

Spike stilled his movements, but didn�t remove his hand. �Yeah, Liam,� he said, thinking of the young man who shared his bed most nights. It was turning out to be harder than Spike thought, this whole monogamy gig. It wasn�t that he wasn�t happy with Liam, just it took some getting used to, having to think of somebody else every time he wanted to do something. Like now.

�Piece of cake then, eh?� Wes asked with a smile, seemingly reading his mind.

Spike chuckled and got up to get them both another drink and Wes couldn�t help sneaking a peak at his arse as he walked away.
***
A couple of hours and a couple of beers on top of that later and Spike and Wesley were in a heated debate over who could take who in a fight.

�Are you off your nut?� Spike shouted, standing up. �No way in hell that bald son of a bitch could take the stick out of his arse long enough to throw a punch, never mind the fact that he�s too much of a sissy to do his own fighting. He�d just that Klingon bloke to do it for him.�

Wesley sighed in frustration, standing to bring him to Spike�s height. �Once again you�re missing the point, you braindead moron! It�s not a matter of if they would fight, which by the way he would if the situation called for it, but a matter of who would win if they did fight.

�Sure, they both have physical prowess of their side, but Picard has the ability for abstract thought, and would use that to his advantage thus assuring his victory. Unlike that one-dimensional lout who�s only driven by fighting and fucking� he finished, grumbling.

�My kind of guy,� Spike said with a smirk. �Anyway, that�s what�s important when you�re fighting. That animal drive, that�s what gets you through.� He thought about his words, and looked at Wes, and his breathing became deeper and he took a step forward.

�Don�t be ridiculous, Spike,� Wes said, pulling at the collar of his shirt with two fingers to try to get some air on his skin. �We both know it would come down to intelligence, and Picard�s got him beat. Besides, all he would have to do is get Troi to walk by in a miniskirt and Kirk would be so lust driven he would forget what he was doing.�

�Ah, but that would be cheating,� Spike pointed out, taking yet another step toward Wes.

Wes took a step back and agreed, �Yes, cheating. And cheating would be bad.�

Spike stopped his advancement, seeming to wake up a little. �Yeah, bad.�

Wesley had clearly had too much to drink, because that didn�t seem to be bothering him just now. He took two steps forward, closing the distance between him and Spike, stopping only to say, �But sometimes that�s the only way you can make sure you win,� before attacking Spike�s mouth with his own.

The next several minutes were a blur of bodies and touching and clothes being removed and the last thing Spike remembered before he passed out draped across Wesley on his bed, was telling Wesley that he couldn�t go through with it and he was sorry.
***
�You ready to go?� Lindsey asked when Angel met him in front of the bar. �Darla�s waiting.�

�Yeah, I�m ready, but� I think I�ll go to Spike�s tonight,� he said with a goofy grin. �Give me a lift?�

Lindsey rolled his eyes. �Sure, what else is knew? Can you even go 24 hours without seeing him?�

�Like you�re one to talk. When was the last time you went more than a day without seeing Darla?�

Lindsey grumbled slightly, refusing to admit that Angel had a point, and they walked out to the car to meet Lindsey�s girlfriend.
***
He arrived at Spike�s apartment so late he was sure the other man was asleep, so he used his key to let himself in. He smiled and let the giddy sensation at having his own key to his boyfriend�s apartment overtake him as he turned the knob and entered.

He locked the door behind him and stripped, one article of clothing at a time as he crossed the living room. He wanted to surprise Spike, and this always went over well. He grabbed his cock, thumbing the tip, spreading a bit of the moisture around as he thought about what happened the last time he woke Spike up like this.

Angel wandered down the hallway, stroking his dick idly as he went, wanting to be ready for Spike when he got there. He found the bedroom door half way closed, and with a smile, quietly nudged it open.

The sight that greeted him was so unexpected Angel was rooted to the spot, hand still holding his only slightly wilting erection, having no idea what to do or say. He felt pissed of course, betrayed and heartbroken, but as mad as he was, he couldn�t deny the image turned him on a little, his half hard cock growing once again fully erect as the sight of the two gorgeous men tangled together sunk in.

Spike shifted a bit over Wesley, and the movement roused Wes from his slumber. He opened his eyes and smiled down at Spike, running his fingers through the blond�s hair before becoming aware of the sensation of being watched.

Wesley�s eyes slowly raised to the door, and he pulled his hand back from Spike�s head, body automatically trying to sit up straight. �Hello, Liam,� he ventured cautiously, noticing the state of undress of the young man and the position of his hand.

Angel�s eyes narrowed, anger his prominent emotion, and he dropped his hands to his sides, not caring about his nudity. Hello? Seriously? He�d caught this son of a bitch in bed with his man and all he could come up with was hello?

The movement and voices were enough to pull Spike from sleep, but he didn�t understand what was happening until he blinked several times and focused on Liam�s expression of darkness. It wasn�t until then that he even noticed he wasn�t alone in the bed, and the whole night came crashing back, and he realised what Liam must be thinking, and feeling like a jerk for knowing he wasn�t that far off.

�Liam,� Spike said, sitting up and pulling the sheet over himself in a vain attempt to hide the fact that he was naked. �It�s not what you think.�

�It�s not?� Angel asked, incredulous. �Because I don�t think you really know what I�m thinking right now, lover.�

Oh, fuck, Spike thought. This was going to be bad. Liam had every right to be pissed; hell, who could blame him? But nothing had happened, not in the end and he needed to know that. �We didn�t�� he stopped, not knowing how to finish that sentence. If he told him what they hadn�t done, Liam would only demand to know what they had done instead.

�You didn�t? Really?� Angel asked, facetiousness evident in his voice. �Cause it really kind of looks like you did.�

�I know what it looks like, Liam. But it�s not. Please. You have to believe me.� Angel�s expression lost some of its anger, as he was desperately hoping that Spike was telling the truth, so Spike pressed his advantage. �Wes was feelin� like shite. Willow left him. He came over to talk, we drank too much and� fell asleep. That�s it. I swear.�

Angel continued to stare at Spike, letting him know that he wasn�t buying it. �Fine,� Spike conceded. �It was more that nothing. And I�m sorry for letting it go as far as it did, really I am, but we stopped Liam, because of you.�

Angel�s eyes narrowed at the man who until seconds ago had been snuggled up to Spike. �Get the hell out,� he ordered in a tone all the more dangerous for its quietness.

�Liam,� Spike pleaded, �I told you, nothing�s happened. I know what it looks like, but� don�t take it out on Wes.� He unconsciously let his hand drift to the other side of the bed to tangle his fingers with Wesley�s but as soon as they connected he realised what he had done and snatched his own hand back, fast.

It wasn�t fast enough. Angel had seen, and Angel wasn�t happy about it. �Nothing. Right,� he said sarcastically. �Is that why you can�t even keep your hands to yourself while I�m standing right here? Because it�s nothing?�

It hadn�t escaped Angel�s notice that as his anger grew his arousal didn�t suffer, and he tried not to be cowed by the fact that he was standing in front of Spike and Wesley, naked and hard. The fleeting, comforting touch between the two men on the bed had made him blindingly jealous; more so in fact than if he had caught them fucking. But it had also turned him on. They were beautiful, and a part of him wanted them to be beautiful� together.

�Get over yourself, Liam,� Wes piped up, feeling angry now himself at being denied the friendship with Spike he had always enjoyed now that there was a new kid on the block. �I was having a rough night, Will offered me some innocent comfort. Nothing happened. He wouldn�t let it.�

Angel didn�t know if Wes�s use of Spike�s real name was intended as an insult, to insinuate a level of intimacy that existed between the two that Angel couldn�t share, but that�s how he took it.

�Shut up, Wes. Will is my boyfriend. You�re pathetic. Following him around like a lost little puppy, begging for table scraps. Pretending to be all �supportive� and �friendly�, when you�re really just trying to get him to roll over, and he wont do it. Not for you. You�re hopelessly in love with someone that will never love you back, and you need to let it go.�
�Liam, that�s enough,� Spike said sternly, sitting up a bit straighter on the bed. He couldn�t blame Liam for being upset; he would have been, if the situation was reversed. But he couldn�t sit by and let Wes get attacked like this, especially considering how he was feeling just now.
�You�re defending him?� Liam asked, incredulous. �I come here and find you two in bed together, and you�re defending him? Maybe I was wrong. Maybe you do love him.�
�Liam.�
�Do you?�
�I,� Spike faltered for only a moment, but quickly regained his footing. �I love you.�
Fear shot through Angel when Spike didn�t deny the feeling. �That�s not what I asked.�
�Liam, this isn�t fair. Wes and I have been friends for a long time. You can�t expect me to cut him out of my life because you and I are,� he hesitated to use the word �boyfriends� even though Angel himself had used it not 30 seconds ago. It was still sort of weird for Spike to think that he was a boyfriend, and he didn�t want to encourage the thought, even if he did love Liam.
�Not fair?� Angel said, almost in tears, �You know what�s not fair? The man I�m trying to have a relationship with thinks I�m not enough. That he�ll stick his dick into any hole he can get to open up for him, not matter how unappealing.� He directed the last part of his statement to Wesley, and waited for the man to feel bad about himself. It didn�t happen.
�I don�t think you find it all that unappealing, Liam. You�ve only gotten harder since you�ve been in here with us. Don�t think I haven�t noticed.�
Spike noticed too, but really didn�t think that it was the time to bring it up. �Wes,� he cautioned.
Wes ignored him. �You�re the pathetic one, Liam. You claim to love Will, and yet you don�t even really know him. Or you won�t accept who he truly is. I know what Spike and I share, and I�m confidant in it. What he has with you doesn�t take away from that. If you had any kind of trust in your relationship you�d know that what we share doesn�t take anything away from what the two of you have.�
Angel was about to reply by telling Wes to fuck off, or something equally annoying, when he thought that maybe the man had a point.
Seeing his adversary acquiesce slightly, Wes gave a little ground. �You�re right, Liam, I do love him. And I�d be lying if I said I didn�t want him all to myself. But whether or not you�re in the picture makes no difference; he could never feel that way about me. We have something special, yes, and something I�d rather you not interfere with, but it can�t possibly compare with what he shares with you.�
Spike heard the crack in his best friend�s voice as he finished his statement, and had to say something. �That�s not true.�
He was met by a look of puzzlement from Wesley and one of hurt from Liam and wanted to say something more, but honestly didn�t know what.
Angel thought about that for a minute, part of him dying inside as he thought that Spike might actually leave him for the other man. He watched the two, saw the innocent, heartbroken expression in Wes�s eyes, saw the pleading in Spike�s and he believed them that nothing had happened. Well, okay not nothing, but close to it. But he also saw they wanted something to happen. Not just Wes, but Spike, his Spike, wanted to be with the other man.
�Spike?� he asked, �do you really want�� he trailed off, not able to verbally express what he hoped Spike didn�t want.
Spike ducked his eyes away, hoping to avoid having to answer, but his silence was answer enough. �Spike,� Liam pleaded. �No.�
Spike didn�t deny it, but told him, �you come first, love. And if you really want me to, I�ll ask Wes to leave, right now, and not come back. But I don�t think you really do.�
Wes stood up then, at the side of the bed, and told Liam, �He�s yours. You don�t think I know that? It kills me but� I knew I�d never have him like this. Knew he�d never love me enough for�� He looked to the floor hoping to find some pants to put on before he had to walk past Liam to get out of the room, but remembered they were in the living room.
Spike shot across the bed to grab Wes�s arm, unwilling to let him go like this. �You�re wrong, Wes.� He looked at Liam and continued. �You�re both wrong. I already told you, Liam, that I�d do anything for you. I love you, and there�s nothing on this earth could make me lose you.
�But Wes and I have something, too, and you�ve always known that.� He turned his direction to the man in question. �I honestly don�t know what I mean by that, but we�d only just started to figure it out when we�d both found someone else. And now that Willow�s left, I want to know what it could mean for us.�
�It means nothing for you!� Angel growled, not forgetting that Spike was his.
�That�s not true, Liam,� Wesley spoke, elated at possibly having his feelings returned, even if he had to share. �It�s not true and you know it, and it just about kills you to admit that you want it that way. That you want me.�
�I don�t want you!� Angel spit out with disgust.
�Yes, you do,� Wes answered, calmly. �You�re attracted to me, of only physically. And the idea of Spike and I together turns you on, just as it makes you uncertain of your own standing.�
Angel couldn�t disagree with that, and looked to Spike in the hopes that he could explain things.
�He�s not wrong, pet. But you don�t need to be uncertain about anything. Nothing could touch how I feel about you.�
Angel didn�t know what to think at first, but soon melted into Spike�s expression, internally admitting everything the man had said. He knew Spike loved him. He also knew Spike loved Wes, and knew how he would feel about the relationship if he consciously kept the two apart for his own gain.
He had to give the two the outlet to explore their feelings before he could be confident in his victory. Trouble was, he really was attracted to Wes, and really didn�t know if he wanted him out of the picture.
Spike picked up on it. �I�m in love with you Liam. Nothing could ever change that. The fact that I�ve got a hard on for Wes only gets you kind of hot.�
Angel couldn�t deny it, but hoped for his enthusiasm to come across in a toned down way. Still, he couldn�t help himself. �Fine, you two want each other so bad�. Wes, blow him.�
The two men looked at Liam, questioningly, but Wes wasn�t about to waste the chance, and bent over and cupped Spike�s sac in his hand, trailing just the tips of his fingers over the hard shaft, and glanced briefly at Liam before engulfing the organ in his mouth.
Spike�s eyes slammed shut as he threw his head back and bit off a groan. Wes�s touch felt so good, but he didn�t want to appear to enjoy himself too much, still wondering exactly what it was Liam was playing at.
�Liam,� he managed to get out between panting breaths. �Pet, we don�t need to do this. You�re enough for me. I swear�ahhh!� He figured he would have come across much more convincingly if Wes hadn�t done that thing with his tongue, but he was far from complaining about it.
Angel didn�t want them to stop. He had only been with Spike a handful of times so far, and was still pretty inexperienced, but Wesley obviously wasn�t. Angel had never been able to put that look on Spike�s face and he was caught between wanting to punch it off, and wanting to see more of it.
Spike saw the look and wanted to allay Liam�s fears. �Come here, pet,� he told him, holding out a hand. �Nothing means anything unless I have you next to me.�
Before Angel knew what he was doing he had crossed the room and was kneeling on the bed next to Spike. He let his boyfriend capture his lips in a kiss, just like they shared almost every day, and the normalcy of the action startled him a little.
Spike took one of Liam�s hands in both of his and guided it down his chest toward his groin, stopping when they encountered the shaggy hair on Wesley�s head. He gently pushed Liam�s fingers through the soft mop, and then pulled his own hand back, pleased when Liam left his where it was.
Spike let Wes continue the magnificent blow job for another moment, then placed his hand on the man�s cheek and eased him back.
Wes kneeled up, not sure why he had been stopped, as both Spike and Liam seemed to be enjoying things. Spike looked like he had been about to say something, but Wes cut him off by pressing their lips together.
The touch lasted barely a second before he felt himself yanked back, Liam�s hand grabbing his shoulder. �No,� the man said. �You don�t do anything unless I tell you to. Neither of you.�
Angel felt the situation spiralling out of his control and needed to get it back. He was willing to go through with this, wanted to go through with this, but on his terms. What he didn�t want was to just sit back and watch his boyfriend fuck another man like he wasn�t even in the room.
Wes tried to suppress a shiver of lust at the commanding tone in the younger man�s voice. He�d put up with a lot to be with Spike, and having the chance to screw Liam while he was at it was certainly no hardship, but there was no way he was going to submit to the will of a whiny little snot.
Almost no way, he amended as the whiner in question wrapped his finger tightly around Wes�s cock. He couldn�t resist thrusting forward into the hand and was rewarded by the fingers squeezing harder. He vaguely heard Spike chuckle and turned to him, silently demanding to know what was so funny.
�He�s hot when he gets like this,� Spike confided. �Don�t worry, love, I wont think less of you for getting off on it.� Spike reached out a hand to touch Wesley, but thought better of it, stopping the hand just before contact. He turned his eyes to Liam, asking, �Can I, pet? Is this alright? Just want to touch him.�
Angel�s grip on Wes�s cock became painfully tight for a moment as he thought that no, he didn�t want Spike to touch the other man, but then dropped his arms to his sides and said, �yeah. Okay, touch him.�
Spike held Liam�s eyes while he placed his hands on Wes�s shoulders, but then looked at Wes as he ran his hands down the man�s arms and up over his chest. �Can I kiss him, pet?� he asked, gaze still fixed firmly on Wesley.
He heard Liam mumble something he assumed was in the affirmative, but couldn�t really tell as he was so wrapped up in Wesley�s face and leaned forward to brush his lips across Wes�s. The kiss soon got away from them both, and before they knew it they were grabbing and pinching and thrusting bare, hard cocks up against each other, the kiss only a backdrop to what they really wanted.
Wes tumbled back to the bed and Spike fell on top of him, lips not bothering to break apart as Wesley�s legs spread, knees pulling up. Spike worked himself more into the opening, continuing to glide his cock along the other man�s as he held his arms down.
Angel was momentarily frozen to the spot. That was probably the hottest thing he had ever seen, and he was pretty sure he didn�t want it to stop. Ever. But it had to. They hadn�t asked him, and he was in charge here. �Stop,� he said, unconvincingly.
Spike vaguely heard the command, but ignored it, thinking that he couldn�t stop to save his life. He heard the command repeated, more forcefully this time, accompanied by a tight fist around an ankle, and he pulled back a little, turning his neck to look at Liam.
�What is it pet? What do you want? What do you want me to do? Wes to do? Anything, baby. It�s all yours tonight. Just tell us.�
Angel�s mouth opened and closed like a guppy for several seconds while he tried to think about Spike�s offer. Having these two in front of him, willing to obey his every desire should have been just what he wanted. It was, he supposed, and it would be great if he could figure out what it was he wanted. He was still too inexperienced to understand the logistics of how this encounter should play out, but he had his straining cock to offer up a few suggestions.
He didn�t want Spike to fuck Wes; didn�t think he could take it, even given that he knew Spike loved him more. He certainly didn�t want Wes to fuck Spike; Angel hadn�t even done that yet. Spike had offered, but he was still too nervous about not doing it right, so they were taking it slow.
He didn�t want Wes fucking him, and he was pretty sure that Wes didn�t want Angel�s cock in his ass, and that left him with a limited amount of options. He decided to stop overthinking things and let his body guide him.
�Me,� he answered. �Do it to me.�
�Do what, pet?� Spike asked, letting his hips slip back into a stilted rhythm against Wes�s.
�Everything. Everything you want to do to him. Do it to me instead.�
Spike instantly shot up from Wesley�s body and turned to Liam, grabbing his face solidly in his hands. �I want to do it to you, Liam. Don�t for one second think that there is anyone that could give me something in bed, or in life, that you don�t.�
Angel looked at him doubtfully and said, �But� you�� nodding to where Wes was still lying prone on the bed, and then to himself, trying to indicate that the other man was clearly better at this than he was.
�Don�t be ridiculous, sweetheart. You may not have all the experience some others do, but that just makes it more fun, figuring stuff out.� Spike offered a smile, and Angel ducked his head, shyly.
�So you want me to do this?� Spike asked, kissing the younger man soundly. �And this?� he asked again, brining their weeping erections into contact, sliding the slippery heads against each other and then canting his hips back and thrusting long and slow up against Liam.
�Fuck!� Angel cried, hands gripping hard to Spike�s biceps, needing something to hold on to, to keep him from collapsing.
Spike laughed, delighted at Liam�s reaction and said, �You want me to take over here, baby? Promise I wont give you anything you�re not ready for.�
Angel really, really did, even if it scared him a bit to give up control, and he pulled back from Spike resting his backside on his heals and said, �Yes. Yes Spike, I trust you. Make it good.�
Spike smiled an evil smile and said that he would make it very good and guided Angel to take Wes�s position, flat on his back as he pulled Wes up beside him.
�Just lay back, love, and enjoy.� Spike grabbed hold of Wes, and the two smashed their faces together, lips and tongues tangling, and Angel couldn�t help but watch, mesmerised.
Spike let his hands move as they would, over Wesley�s frame, not held back by Angel�s presence, and Wes soon responded, giving as good as he was getting. After a while Spike pulled back and spoke to Wes. �Liam here hasn�t done too much of this, see. I�ve blown him a few times, sure, but I�d like him to know what someone truly talented can do.�
Wesley was unsure for a moment, but being told by Spike of all people that he was good at this, he was encouraged to share his gift. �Whatever you want, lover,� he said, touching his hand to Spike�s cheek before he got to his stomach in front of Liam, and put his mouth to the impossibly hard shaft.
Angel barely had time to think that Spike was right; Wes was really good at this, before sensation overwhelmed him and he had no more thoughts for a while. He wouldn�t have expected this level of talent from someone who mostly liked chicks.
Spike watched the incredibly arousing show going on in his bed for a very short while before he couldn�t take it any more and had to participate. He bent down to where Wes�s mouth was working so hard, and helped him out. He licked up one side of Liam�s shaft as Wes licked up the other and they met at the head, tongues tangling, lips smashing, one collecting the salty fluid and sharing with the other in turn, across hungry mouths.
Angel was going crazy from pleasure, thrusting up into nothing, as neither mouth was taking him in, just licking and sucking around the edges. He was so close to coming, he only needed a tiny little suck�
Spike, of course, knew this, and wouldn�t have it. He pulled himself back, and took Wes with him. He laughed and ignored Liam�s cry of outrage, telling him to trust him, and things would get good really soon, and spared Wes one more intense kiss before shoeing him off to the side and settling between Liam�s spread legs.
Spike coated his fingers in his own saliva, then slowly worked them into his young lover�s anus. They usually used lube, but not always, and he knew Liam could take it. They had stopped using condoms about a month ago, each sure they had no reason to be concerned.
Angel had closed his eyes against the familiar sensation, thrusting his hips up to accommodate the questing fingers, wanting more. Spike gave him all the more he could want, placing the tip of his penis against his twitching hole and pushing slowly, steadily forward and until he was fully seated.
As Spike was pushing into his lover on the bed, he reached out a hand to his other lover (and boy, did he like the sound of that) and began to stroke his cock, slowly, gently, not giving him anything he could really use. Wesley couldn�t bite back a groan at the feeling and the sight.
It wasn�t until Angel heard the other man�s sound of pleasure that he even remembered that he wasn�t alone with Spike in the room, and he opened his eyes and looked at Wesley. Wes looked down at him in return, and he ran gentle fingers up and down Angel�s side, smiling as he shivered into the touch.
When Angel felt Spike fully inside him, the touch gave him comfort and he reach out a hand to grasp Wesley�s, playing at his side, and squeezed for a moment, a display of peace, until Spike began to move in him, and he closed his eyes again, enjoying the feeling.
Thinking himself dismissed from his place at Liam�s side, Wes moved behind Spike, trailing his hand over the blond�s shoulders and back, but was interrupted when his fingers trailed over the soft flesh of Spike�s ass.
�Don�t even think about it, pet,� Spike warned.
�Why the hell not?� Wes demanded, not wanting to be left out. �Not like I�ve never done it to you before.�
Spike felt Angel tense around him at the reminder that Wes had shared something with Spike that Angel hadn�t. Angel didn�t need a reminder; he knew all about it. A few days after he and Spike had finally made a commitment to each other he had forced Spike to tell him, in exacting detail, what Spike and Wes had done to each other, and how it had made him feel. Angel had been devastated, and jealous and not a little turned on, and the whole thing had lead to some pretty spectacular sex.
Spike directed Wes�s gaze down to the younger man underneath him and said, �He�s why. He doesn�t want to see it yet. Maybe next time, eh Wes?�
Wes felt elated that there may be a next time, and told Spike, �Fine, I wont fuck you today, but don�t think you�re off the hook for good,� and dropped to his hands and knees behind Spike, attacking his hole with his tongue.
Spike cried out and thrust harder into Angel at the delicious sensation. He brought his hips back farther, trying to push harder onto the invading mouth, but Wes only chuckled and pulled back with each movement.
Spike was fast losing patience. �Fuckin� Christ, Wes. Fuck, I need... shit!� He knew he couldn�t have what he needed; knew Liam wasn�t ready for that to happen.
�Fingers,� called out the man from underneath him, brokenly, knowing what his lover needed. �Use your fingers, Wes. That�s it.�
Wesley had never been more happy in his life to obey, and slid three fingers swiftly, without preamble, into Spike still very tight hole.
Spike arched up and cried out, half in pain, from the intrusion. He had only been fucked once, and it had been months ago, and Wes knew that, had been the one doing the fucking after all, but apparently felt no need to be cautious.
It wasn�t long before Spike had adjusted and was revelling in both the thrust forward into the hot tight hole surrounding his dick, and the thrust back against the solid, probing fingers, grazing his sweet spot. He wanted Wes inside him. If he couldn�t have him in his arse, then he�d have him in another way.
�Wes,� he managed. �Wes, stop.�
Wesley did, unsure why he had been asked, and moved to Spike�s side to see his face.
�Get in front of me. Spread your legs over Liam, and get in front of me, facing me.�
Wes did, and didn�t have time to ask why he was in this position before Spike had bent forward to take his prick into his mouth. Wesley bucked forward at the unexpected sensation and put his hands on Spike�s shoulders to steady himself.
Spike was almost lost in the taste of Wes and feel of Liam, but managed to pull himself together enough to let go of the big meaty shaft in his mouth long enough to order, �Liam, touch his arse. Lick your fingers and push them inside, pet. Don�t be nervous. Just go one a time. He�ll let you know if it�s too much.�
Angel, of course, was nervous, but he couldn�t deny that he wanted to do it. He had come so close to doing this with Spike, more than once, but had always chickened out. Now he felt he couldn�t stop. It wasn�t just Spike here; wasn�t just someone who would understand. They were with someone who would take advantage of his weakness, and use it for his own gain with his boyfriend. He couldn�t let that happen.
He did as Spike requested, putting one finger in his mouth, coating it with his saliva, and then putting the tip to Wesley�s asshole. He was encouraged by the way the other man bent forward slightly over top of him, presenting himself, opening himself for Angel�s touch.
He suddenly gave up on gentle and pushed the finger home, delighting as Wesley jumped and moaned, and he jabbed the finger in and out several more times. He became fascinated as Wesley�s cries of surprise became those of pleasure and pain, and Spike angled his thrusts so they achieved maximum effect, and pushed in so hard it was almost painful.
He thought that might have been to teach him a lesson, a warning about being gentle, but he was in no mood for that tonight. He added two more fingers, without even the benefit of his spit to lube them up, and opened them wide inside Wesley.
Wes cried out in pain again, and gritted his teeth against the hurt, and Spike responded by pulling out of Liam almost all the way, and then thrusting back in harder and faster than he ever had before and couldn�t help that he felt pretty good that it caused Liam to wince, and try to pull his hips back a bit.
�This isn�t supposed to be about hurt, love,� Spike scolded. �Remember that.�
Angel relented a little, gentling his touch inside Spike�s best friend.
Liam seemed to have lost a bit of his angry edge; enough anyway that Wes had relaxed into the touch. It was nice, but it could be nicer. He thought he might give the kid a break, and help him out. �That�s great, Angel, really. Oh, fuck, so nice. Just turn your hand a little,� he waited while Liam took his advice, and when the hand was in the correct position he stopped him.
�That�s it! Right there, baby. Now push in a little more� yeah� now turn your fingers� YES! That�s it, gorgeous. Can you feel it?� Wes pushed back on the fingers, loving the feel.
�Now remember that the next time you�re with Spike,� Wes advised. �He�ll appreciate it, trust me.� He bit down against the delicious pain that exploded in him as Liam scraped his fingertips roughly over his prostate. Obviously the kid didn�t like being reminded that he had had Spike first.
Spike saw what was going on and stopped it. �Never mind that, sweets,� he said to Liam, rubbing his hands up and down his legs, keeping up the thrusting of his hips. �When you finally decide to do this to me, to give me this gift, I won�t be able to remember anything else. Just you.� He punctuated that statement by bending down, placing an open-mouthed kiss to Liam�s lips.
When Spike heard Wes cry out, once again in pleasure, he wasted no time moving up and sucking the tempting cock back into his mouth.
The three continued on like that; Spike pumping into Liam, Liam�s fingers inside Wes, Spike�s mouth surrounding Wes�s hardness, for some time. None of them was willing for things to end; each enjoying it too much. Finally though, it had to.
Spike�s relentless pressing against his prostate and occasional tweaking of his nipples was more than Angel could stand. He tensed his fingers once more inside Wesley and gave in, pushing up against Spike, letting go, letting his seed spill out onto his own chest.
Spike wasn�t far behind, feeling Liam twitch and tighten around his cock, and tasting Wes in his mouth, and he shot long and hard into the sweet young body underneath him.
Wes tried to hold back. He felt Liam work his sweet spot, felt Spike�s delicious suction on his prick, but still fought to hold back, not sure what he wanted.
Spike noticed and was having none of it. He pulled his mouth back from the penis enough to utter, �Come you bastard. If you ever want to fucking come again, you�ll come now. For me.�
Wesley loved it when Spike got commanding like this, and couldn�t help but obey when a mouth to rival a hoover was placed over his dick and sucked all the jizz from this, and very likely many other orgasms out of him.
Wes fell forward against Spike, managing, just barely, to keep himself upright, as Liam�s fingers withdrew from his ass, and Spike�s mouth let go his cock. Feeling himself coming down from the sex high, he had no idea what to do, and tried to extricate himself from the other men with minimal fuss, sitting down on the bed beside Liam, looking down at his underwear on the floor, trying to decide if he should grab them.
He was spared making the decision as Spike�s lips once again claimed his and he was pushed down on the bed. �Don�t even think about going anywhere,� the other man said, as he pulled back, leaving Wes panting. � �M not nearly finished with you. Just need a break.�
Spike turned his attention to Liam then, knowing he would be in need of some reassurance. �That is, if it�s okay with you, my sweet Angel.�
Angel knew he should be groaning at the sickly sweet sentiment, but he couldn�t help that it warmed his heart. He looked at Wes, and then smiled back at Spike and said, �Yeah, he�s not so bad. Maybe we can have him around sometimes.�
Spike felt such gratitude at Liam�s offering and kissed him, soundly, even as he reached for Wes�s hand with one of his, squeezing hard. Things were by no means settled, but he couldn�t help but be optimistic. Liam had responded better than he could have hoped to this situation, and he knew he could count on Wes for a bit of three way action in the future.
He snuggled up against Liam, wrapping his arm around him, and used his other to pull one of Wes�s arms around himself, and smiled, enjoying the sensation of having his Liam on one side of him and his Wes on the other. He settled in, making it clear that he was planning to fall asleep like this, hoping the other men were okay with it, and relaxed into the bed as he felt them do the same.
Spike couldn�t keep the grin off his face as he ran both hands over warm flesh that belonged to different bodies, and dozed off to the knowledge that he had his two best boys in bed with him and he was happy.
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