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Truth or Dare	By : ObscureEnough Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 4976 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“I can't believe I'm doing this,” Xander grumbled.
“Don't worry, pet,” Spike smirked. “I'll make sure we're not interrupted.”
“Uh huh,” Xander scowled at him. “So you're not going to be keeping your mind on more important things?”
Spike looked at him, alarmed. “Well, um…”
Giles snickered. “He's got you there,” he teased. “Either you're protecting us, or you're right in it with the two of us.”
Spike cleared his throat. “Maybe I'll just, you know, watch.”
Giles smirked as he pushed Xander against the alley wall. “So you'll just watch as I do this,” he asked as he lowered his head to Xander's throat, and licked, “and still be able to keep watch against any nasties?”
“Uh huh,” Spike answered absently.
“Good,” Giles nodded. “Because I wouldn't want to be interrupted when I'm doing something like this,” he added as he moved his hand down to lower Xander's jeans zipper. The younger man sighed, and pushed into his hand, having decided to leave any arguments to his lovers.
Spike propped himself up against the opposite wall, and decided that any intruders were too stupid to live, and resolved to deal with them as they came. Meanwhile, he would watch the show.
Giles had Xander's cock out, now, and was slowly pumping it as he nibbled up and down Xander's neck. Xander was clutching his arm, his head back to expose more skin for the older man's consumption. Spike licked his lips, and decided that he was missing out. He launched forward, and pulled Giles' hand off Xander's cock, quickly replacing it with his own mouth, almost inhaling the swelling organ in his hurry to taste the young man's vital essence. Xander groaned deeply, and bucked into the cool cavern, clutching at the bricks behind him for support.
Now that his hand was free, Giles began unbuttoning Xander's shirt, and pushed it back from his chest, swiping his thumbs over the sensitive nipples as he went.
“Giles, God,” Xander muttered at the teasing hands. Spike heard the words, and growled slightly at the lack of similar for him. Xander cried out wordlessly, and dropped his hand to Spike's gelled hair. “Oh God, Spike,” he whimpered.
Spike ran his hand up Xander's leg to his jeans pocket, and dug in, finding the little tube he'd hidden there. He unscrewed the cap, and smeared some lube onto his fingers before capping it and dropping it to the side. He then realised that he needed to pull the jeans down further, and began to tug at them, one-handed. Xander came to his rescue, pushing out from the wall, and shoving them down before collapsing back against the bricks. Mouth still full of turgid cock, Spike smiled, and trailed his lube-free fingertip down over Xander's balls, past the sensitive perineum, and back to his twitching ass. Once there, he ran a lubed fingertip over the hole, and pressed in, prompting another moan from the dark-haired man above him.
While Spike worked to loosen Xander's hole, Giles worked elsewhere, teasing Xander's nipples until they were red and aching. He pulled back, and admired his work, smirking. Xander opened his eyes, and noticed Giles wasn't currently busy, so he slid his hand behind the older man's head, and pulled him in for a searing kiss, searching the hot mouth for the taste of him, of them. Giles was happy to sink into Xander's lush mouth, and greedily swallowed the moans and inarticulate cries he uttered.
Spike pulled his four fingers out of Xander's hole, and grabbed the lube one last time, slicking his own heavy cock ready for use. Xander pulled away from Giles' kiss to stare, wild-eyed at the vampire. Spike rose smoothly from his knees, and lifted Xander in his arms, Xander's legs looped over Spike's elbows. Spike looked deep into lust-blown eyes, and smirked, then pushed into Xander's body.
Xander let his head drop forward, and gave a breathy moan. Once Spike was fully seated, he looked up into eyes that flickered from blue to gold, and tried to remember how to breathe. He was so lost in the moment, that he didn't notice what Giles was doing until he felt a sudden pressure at the base of his cock. He looked down to see Giles' hands disappearing, and a dark cock ring now circling his own organ. He looked up, astonished.
“That wasn't part of it,” Xander protested.
Giles glanced at Spike, and smirked. “I know. But Spike and I agreed when we talked about it: you don't get to have your fun until we've both finished.”
Xander whined, but both Spike and Giles looked smug. Finally, he gave up. “Well,” he prompted, bucking his hips onto Spike, “if I can't come until you two do, get on with it.”
Spike hummed as he smirked at his lover. “Oh, I don't know. Maybe I feel like taking my time with you tonight.”
Xander whined again.
“That said,” Spike added thoughtfully, “night's not getting any younger.” With that, he pulled out, and slammed back in again, causing Xander to clutch at his shoulders and cry out. Giles nodded, and moved to stand against the other wall and watch the two younger (looking, only, in one case) men have at it.
It was a bloody beautiful sight, in Giles opinion. The smaller, fairer man slamming into the larger, darker man with skill and fervour, while the Xander wrapped his long, strong legs around Spike's waist, and writhed under his attentions. Xander threaded one hand through Spike's gelled hair, and dragged his head forward for a heated, desperate kiss, while Spike's hand clenched on Xander's hip, gripping hard as he slammed hard and repeatedly into the long, lithe body.
Spike pulled his head away, and began mouthing Xander's neck. Xander continued to cup Spike's head, holding him in place as he began to nip at Xander's neck and shoulder, whimpering and moaning as Spike repeatedly hit his prostrate, tormenting him with his inability to come.
Finally, Spike slammed into Xander as he bit down on the muscle of his neck, and came, Xander filling his mouth as he filled Xander's hole. Xander tried desperately to overcome the cock ring, but it worked its evil magic as he gasped and held Spike to his shoulder, amazed that it should feel so damned good.
Finally, Spike calmed, and lapped at Xander's shoulder, cleaning up his mess. Then he nuzzled into the dark-haired man's neck, sighing, “You taste so fucking good, love.”
Xander tried to still his shaking hand as he smiled at the vampire. “Surely that deserves some consideration, Bleachy,” he persuaded.
“Sorry, love,” Spike shook his head regretfully. “If it was just me, then I'd suck you straight down, right now. But I agreed the Watcher would have his go, too.”
Xander looked at Giles. “Legs aren't going to work,” he shrugged.
Giles reached out and stroked the bite on his shoulder, causing Xander to close his eyes and shudder. “Your legs don't need to. But I think we can make things a little more interesting for you,” he added, smirking.
Giles gently moved Xander and Spike so that they were side-on to the wall, then stepped in behind Xander, wrapping his arms around the younger man's waist. He looked at Spike over Xander's shoulder, and then glanced significantly downwards. Spike grinned, and dropped smoothly to his knees, hooking Xander's legs over his shoulders.
Xander looked down, surprised, at the vampire in front of him, nuzzling his groin. “What-” he began breathlessly, only to groan when Giles began to push into him. He was then shocked by the feeling of Spike's mouth on his overheated cock, and looked down to see the vampire swallowing him down. “Fuck…” he drawled, dropping his head back onto Giles' shoulder.
“That is entirely the idea,” Giles murmured smugly into his ear.
Xander laid his hand over Giles', and twined their fingers together. He was feeling delirious, all of his mental capacity reduced to the sensations created by the two men holding him. The somewhat breezy alley, with its open mouth and gritty, grimy brick walls had disappeared from his conscious, and all he knew was the hard cock behind/within him, and the warming mouth around/in front of him. He panted harshly as he rutted back and forth between the two men.
Giles rested his head on Xander's shoulder, and held tight to his waist as he plunged relentlessly into the still-tight hole. He wasn't sure if he would ever see Heaven, given his past, but, in this moment, he was sure he could survive Hell with just this memory to sustain him. Xander was a willing, vital lover, and his body was a responsive wonderland. Add in the voracious vampire kneeling before them, and he needed no other source of satisfaction in his life. He looked down over Xander's shoulder, and drank in the sight of that bleached head bobbing down into the nest of dark curls, and, every so often, the vision of a hand moving beneath, and he imagined could feel the ghost touch of Spike's fingers brushing the Xander's prostrate back onto his cock.
Spike could sense everything. The intermittent breeze brushing his ears, the silken skin behind Xander's balls, the exquisite taste of Xander on his tongue, and the rasping sound of Xander and Giles above him as the older man slammed into the younger. He relished the feeling of Xander's cock being slammed into the back of his throat, and swallowed around him, driving the boy not-so-slowly insane. With his free hand, he fingered the cock ring, waiting for the moment when he could release Xander, and drink down the gallons of come the boy would surely ejaculate.
Giles was counting. Up to ten, and back again. In Sumerian, Latin, and any other language he could remember. It was amazing the number of languages one could pick up rudimentary words in without becoming anywhere near fluent. He was counting in time with his thrusts, though he wasn't exactly sure that was a good idea as it was still concentrating his mind on that delicious hole he was plundering.
Xander lay back against Giles, listening to him count off the deep, thorough strokes, as Spike swallowed against the head of his cock. He was utterly supported by the two men, riding the twinned sensations of his two lovers when he felt Giles' rhythm change as the older man clutched at his hip, and then exploded deep within him with a hoarse cry. As soon as Giles began to come, Spike whipped the cock ring off, and took Xander deep into his throat, swallowing repeatedly as he bucked and thrashed and screamed his completion.
Giles sagged against Xander as his knees began to buckle beneath him. With a quick look upwards, Spike shucked Xander's legs off his shoulders, and reached up to guide both men to the ground. Giles dropped to his knees, still buried within Xander, who collapsed against Spike, his legs now draped around the vampire's waist. He was only semi-conscious, floating on a haze of lust and wild pleasure. His heated and sweat-slick skin was was rapidly beginning to cool, and he began to shiver in his lovers' arms. Spike noticed, and pulled his shirt closed before petting him back to sanity.
“We should move,” Giles began tiredly.
“That's for damn sure,” Spike agreed. “We do remember we're in an alley in the middle of Sunnyhell, don't we?” he asked rhetorically.
“Oh, yeah,” Xander murmured. After a moment, he added, “That's bad, right?”
“Yes, love,” Spike grinned. “Wouldn't want the Slayer to find her minions doing the big bad in the middle of the street, now would we?”
“I am not a minion,” Giles informed him austerely. “I am her Watcher.”
“Okay,” Spike nodded, “so you want the Slayer to come across her Watcher and her best friend, half-naked, with a vampire, in public?”
“Er, no,” Giles frowned. “I could see how that could become … unpleasant.”
“You think?” an agitated female voice asked.
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