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Fighting for Survival	By : AddictedtoBuffy Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes > Angel(us)/Spike(William)/Xander > Angel(us)/Spike(William)/Xander Views: 13766 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Fighting For Survival
Author: AddictedtoBuffy
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Angel/Spike/Xander
Summary: What if Buffy couldn’t stop the snake demon before it got back to Glory. Starts in the Buffy Season 5 Episode Shadow but then goes AU. Angel is the same as cannon up to this point except that Darla is not visiting Angel in his dreams despite having been brought back by Wolfram and Hart you’ll find out why later. Furthermore, this follows Jenns fic Playing Games found at AdultFanFiction or the Slashaholics Island. You don’t need to have read that to follow this but I do recommend it as it’s a great fic. I moved the timeline back a bit so that by the Season 5 Ep Shadow the boys are a threesome and Spike and Xander are only in Sunnydale to pick up their stuff before moving in with Angel.
Beta: A huge thanks to the talented Bubbysbub who fought off morning sickness (which should be called all-the-time sickness) in order to beta this
Feedback: Please, please, please. I crave it
Part: 6/?
Distrubution: Ask and you will receive
Warnings: Explicit M/M/M relationships and role playing as well as the general strong language warning for this chapter
Reviews: Daeomae - Yes they would have been screwed if they didn't know that Dawn is the key but they still don't know who Glory is. Hope you enjoy this chapter, its a change of pace. Thanks for the support
A/N: A big thanks to Jenn for allowing me to use some of her ideas evident in Playing Games and a big thanks to Buffyworld.com for making available transcripts of every episode of both Buffy and Angel.

Chapter Six

The four people in Angel’s office stared at each other, attempting to piece together the puzzle.

“But I remember her when they first moved to Sunnydale, and how she always seemed to have a bit of a crush on me.”

“And I remember her peeking round the door when I had hot chocolate and marshmallows with Joyce after Drusilla had run off with the Chaos Demon.”

“How old is she really?” Angel asked.

“I don’t think there is anyway to tell, maybe Buffy and Giles knew but…” Wesley answered, inadvertently reminding everyone of the sacrifices made. Xander attempted to block his grief by focusing on the riddle of Dawn’s real age.

“Maybe those monks know, shouldn’t we try to contact them?”

“According to Giles’ diary, Xan, Glory wiped them all out; Buffy spoke to the last one before he died.” Angel skimmed through the rest of the page looking for anything relevant but not finding much.

“The real question is, are we going to tell the others?” Spike asked wanting to finish things off quickly; both his lovers needed some TLC.

“The information is dangerous, it could hurt them.” Wesley the always practical one put in.

“Besides, they might start acting weird around Dawn; it is a lot to take in.” Xander didn’t know how he would continue acting normally around her, how did he normally act?

“Okay we keep it between ourselves for now but we will need to tell them at some point.” Angel took charge, as they needed to come to a decision. Just then someone knocked at the closed door.

“Come in,” called Wesley standing up. “I’m going to see what everyone remembers about Glory.” On his way out he passed Dr Phillips who had knocked on the door and needed to speak to his employer about his patient’s condition. Xander went to leave but Angel grabbed him and pulled him onto his lap.

“Stay please,” Angel pleaded “Unless there is a confidentially issue?” he addressed the doctor.

“No, apparently the others had been told earlier today what was going on by Joyce’s eldest.” Spike noticed how both of his lover’s blinked at the reminder but did not seek comfort or blink back tears. ‘If they both repress, I’m going to have to find a way to make them release that emotion, it’s not healthy,’ Spike thought to himself.

“There is no easy way to put this. Joyce has a form of brain tumour.” There was an intake of breath from the other three occupants of the room. “The term is low-grade glioma. The clinical name is oligodendroglioma. It's in the left hemisphere of the cerebrum. In Joyce’s case the tumour seems to have started there. In other words, it hasn't spread from another part of the body...”

“That’s great doc, but what does all that doctor jumbo mean?” Spike interrupted the doctor. He had a soft spot for Joyce, they all did, and he wanted to know what it all actually meant.

“I was getting to that, Spike is it?” At Spike’s nod Dr Phillips continued, “I know this is very difficult, and, uh, because of the nature of Joyce's illness ... unfortunately, things may progress very quickly.” From what he had seen of these people Dr Phillips quite liked them, however they needed to have no delusions about what they were facing.

“Things? What things?” Xander asked, he had no experience with cancer and was unsure of what to expect.

“Symptoms. There's a fair variety that might present. Loss of vision or appetite, lack of muscle control, uh, mood swings...”

“But what can we do?” Angel had always been a firm believer in the idea that every problem had a solution.

“Well, not much, until I determine if the tumour's operable. Which, I’m working on. I am running a couple of tests at the moment.”

“Is there something that I ... I mean ... can I help?” Xander felt like he was screaming inside himself. This was the epitome of unfairness, Joyce Summers was the mother he always wished he had, and it was the same for almost all the Scooby gang. One Summers woman had lost her life today, why should another one be lost as well.

“Well, there's some literature you might want to look at. If we aren't able to go in surgically, there are a number of new treatments that are very promising. Joyce's prognosis is a lot better today than it would have been only a year ago. Even if the tumour's not operable, she has a real chance.” Dr Phillips explained to the three men in front of him.

“What's a real chance?” Spike asked the question they were all thinking. He understood how technological advancements could help Joyce. Before he was turned people didn’t even know what brain tumour’s really were.

“Nearly one out of three patients with this condition does just fine.” Angel’s head slammed loudly onto his desk and Spike swore loudly but Xander just sat there unseeing.

****

Spike was concerned about his lovers, they were both bottling things up and it wasn’t healthy. Xander was always in touch with his emotions around Spike, displaying happiness, crankiness, horniness etc depending on his mood. But right now he was clammed shut. Since Spike had opened his eyes in Angel’s lap, Xander hadn’t shed a single tear, even after they had left the office and found everyone in the lobby crying and talking. Something needed to be done.

Angel seemed to be the same, which didn’t surprise Spike, but he needed to get in touch with his emotions. Otherwise they would come out at the wrong time in a really unfortunate way. Spike had an idea, a plan and he was sure that it was going to succeed, like all the other plans he had thought up recently; he had managed to get the three of them together, and now he was going to help his lovers feel. And yes this plan did have a few similarities to his recent successes; it would involve sex, playing games in fact. If this plan worked, and Spike knew it would he was going to seriously consider involving sex in all his plans because those were the ones that worked.

Angel was busy talking to the doctor and Xander was in the middle of a witch sandwich, holding Tara and Willow as they cried. Xander was giving them comfort but was not letting himself cry as well. Spike had Angel’s suite set up and he wrote instructions to both his lovers, knowing they would find them soon. Spike was confident that there would be no protests about sex being inappropriate right now. They would want any distraction they could get from their tumultuous feelings and thoughts. Spike swept the room one last time with his gaze, everything was set up and they didn’t need to worry about being quiet as Angel had his room’s sound proofed a while back. All the other’s had been given rooms on the lower floors so they had the level to themselves which was ideal for what Spike had planned for Xander. Spike placed the materials for Xander in an adjacent room and then sauntered downstairs where he would slip the notes into his lovers’ pockets.

*****

Xan, the Aurelian clans’ human slut, made his way towards the suite of rooms belonging to the Master Aurelian and his vampire slave. He was exceedingly nervous, never having been summoned to the clan leaders quarters for this purpose before. The head of the clan was renowned for only using his slave, which he did often and wherever he felt like it. Xan had only been to these quarters once and then only to the large reception/meeting room when he first came to be among the vampires. He had been there for six months but so far he did not have a vampire master; instead he was passed around and used by any of the many vampires who resided in the hotel. He stood outside the door to the blond-haired hot-tempered ruler and his slave, the vampire with a soul. He checked that he looked presentable and, according to the instruction he received, had on a cock ring and was all slicked and ready for penetration. After he knocked on the door, footsteps were heard moving towards the door and it was wrenched open. There stood the leader of the Aurelius clan: Spike, aka William the Bloody, dressed only in tight leather pants with the top button undone. Xan dropped to the floor lowering his gaze to the Masters ten black-painted toes.

“Bout time,” Spike grumbled. “Get in here,” he ordered. Xan hastily stood up again and moved into the room. Once the door was locked Spike trod back into his inner rooms to his bedroom and his bound slave expecting the blood whore to follow. He paused in the doorway and stared at his pet, his slave, the entity that possessed the body of his true Sire. Angel was on his back spread open on the blood red silk sheets, some traditions and stereotypes Spike liked and this was one of them. His slave’s skin contrasting beautifully with the sheets he laid on. Angel’s arms were stretched above his head secured to the iron headboard with lovely black cuffs, his biceps were bulging as he fought to stay still. Angel was fighting with himself to not fight actively against being bound. Hearing a gasp Spike turned to look at the cute little slut he had ordered up here for tonight’s activities. The boy was staring at the bed, mouth agape at the spread, all those hard muscles and surprisingly soft skin on his slave. Despite Spike using his slave in public this was not a view many had seen, especially to live to talk about it. Spike walked behind the boy until he was flush against the human’s back. Smelling the human’s neck, feeling the pulse right under the skin, he murmured into the enthralled’s ear.

“Doesn’t he look delicious spread out like that, arms above his head. Legs spread wide and cuffed. His poor erection bound, just like yours.” Spike slipped his hand down until it was cupping the boys genitals and gave a squeeze, hearing the groan in return. “He’s so aroused, been that way since I sent for you, bet you know what that’s like whore,” Spike smirked at the full body shiver from the boy. This was going to be fun, giving his slave this treat, and he got to scratch his voyeurism kink at the same time.

“Please master, how can I serve you,” The hot aroused human asked. Spike ran a hand down his spine and smiled at his slave who was watching them avidly but had not said a word as instructed. Spike’s hand wormed its way between perfect butt cheeks and he felt enough slick around the relaxed puckered entrance to the slut’s body.

“I want you to crawl up that bed and position yourself over my slave, where you will stay until I give the word to take his slick hard flesh into your hot tight body.” Spike gave that spectacular rump a slap spurring the human into action. Spike stayed back and watched those hips sway as Xan made his way to the huge bed. Xan started to crawl up the bed giving a show for the Master Vampire watching behind him. His eyes locked with those of the slave’s Angel, who moved the two inches available to him. Xan didn’t say anything to him, couldn’t speak to him unless the slaves master permitted it. He made sure to rub himself against as much skin as possible before kneeling over the vampires crotch and reached back to position the vampires erection without letting it enter his body, just kiss his skin. Spike held his unneeded breath at the erotic picture the two dark haired beauties made. Silently he made his way up to the bed where he shucked his jeans off then laid propped up against the headboard next to his bound slave and the poised courtesan. Xan thighs were shaking from keeping the one awkward position for so long with his thighs taking all of his body weight. He bit his lip to suppress the urge to beg to be allowed to move, to take the slave into his body.

“Alright pet,” Spike started stroking Angel’s soft stomach. “He is about to take you into his body and ride you, ride you long and hard while you are going to lie there and take it. All you can do is feel his hot tight rippling sheath on you, feel your emotions flowing through you.” Spike placed his hand on the blood whore’s hip and let him lower slowly, very slowly, until he was firmly seated on Angel. Xan just stayed still breathing feeling the full girth of the vampire within him. He looked over at the master and started panting harder. Xan hadn’t noticed when Spike had climbed onto the bed that he was naked and Xan could see the Aurelius leader in all his glory, like a Greek statue incarnate. One pale hand wrapped around his long uncut cock. Xan raised his eyes until they were caught by the sparkling blue ones.

“You like that whore, my slaves cock up your ass?” Xan nodded, he couldn’t find his voice at that moment. “Well show your appreciation, ride him and tell us how he feels.” Angel felt like a piece of meat in between the two of them, however he knew that bringing the blood whore in here was for his pleasure, his master giving him a treat. He had been told to relax and just feel and that was what he was going to do to please his master. Xan started to move over his flesh, up and down, squeezing so tight and he never wanted to leave that snug interior. Angel became aware that he was moaning out his passion, staring at the human riding his cock. His masters’ hand reached out and stroked across pebbled nipples stacking the sensations on top of each other. Angel became aware of words being panted out from above him.

“So good, oh so big, yes, yes, YES!” Angel wanted to thrust up into that hot body above him, he wanted to scream out but he forced himself to be silent.

****

Suddenly Angel realised he wasn’t playing the game anymore. Spike as his ‘master’ hadn’t forbidden him to beg and call out during sex but he had his jaw locked. Angel was scared that if he showed emotion of how mind blowing-ly good Xander felt riding him other feelings would fall from his mouth unbidden. Angel decided he would not let a noise out, ultimately Xander would call out for release and Spike would get sick of watching, his boy was never patient, and then Angel would have release.

Xander felt a change from the body under him. Despite the aroused cock inside of him and the taut nipples, Angel didn’t seem to be enjoying what was happening. His mouth was shut tight and he was staring at the ceiling. Xander was at a loss on what to do. Was it him? But it couldn’t be him after all the times they had been together, Angel loved sinking into him or him riding Angel’s thick meaty cock.

Spike could see that the crucial moment was here, he needed them to feel, use the sex, each others bodies to feel. The game was gone and Xander was faltering on top of Angel whereas the old ponce had his head turned as much as possible and he was gritting his teeth. Spike needed to do something now before their trio broke apart through their inability to share emotions. Spike would be buggered if he was going to let that happen.
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