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Xander Sammich (or, Xander in the Middle)	By : Chickalupe Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Threesomes/Moresomes > Angel(us)/Spike(William)/Xander > Angel(us)/Spike(William)/Xander Views: 17039 -:- 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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Xander looked at the two men sitting on his couch, and couldn't contain a grin. 'Aww, Spike and Angel were so adorable, trying to act as if they couldn't hear everything. And no, I did not just think the word “adorable” about two vampires.'

He walked over to where they sat, smiling at them. "So," he said, "Wanna play Yahtzee? Scrabble? Old Maid? Or maybe we'll just have a heart-to-heart and do each other's toenails." The two eyed him strangely as he sat down in the chair facing them.

Xander looked at them earnestly. "We've got a few hours left until sunset, so what do you guys feel like doing 'til then?"

Spike looked at Angel, and they seemed to do this weird Sire-Childe silent communication thing. Spike glanced back at him. "Ever played strip poker, pet?"

Xander's heart stopped, and for a second he saw black spots swimming in front of his eyes. When his pulse restarted and his vision cleared, he saw the two vampires looking at him with amusement. "Wha-what did you say?" he asked, trying to see if he had heard correctly.

Suddenly, Angel decided to join in tormenting him. "Sure, why not? You. Me. Spike. Playing strip poker. If you don't know how to play, we can teach you. Or you could just watch."

At that point, Xander could no longer see Angel's expression, because his eyes had rolled back in his head. When he was able to point his eyeballs forward again, he said faintly, "I-I definitely don't think that would be a very good idea." 'Oh Jesus, they're trying to kill me with a woody. I wonder if Angel's become evil again?'

Spike looked positively gleeful. "Oh, I dunno, luv. Seems like a right fine idea to me. Any game that ends with nakedness has to be fun for all." Spike came over and sat on the arm of Xander's chair, tracing patterns with his fingers on Xander's shoulder. He was entirely too close for comfort. Xander found himself having trouble remembering to breathe as he grew more aroused from Spike's light touches.

Angel got up, sitting himself on the other chair arm, rubbing a hand idly over Xander's chest. "If it's the poker part that bothers you, Xander, we could always skip it..." Angel suddenly ripped Xander's t-shirt in half from the collar down. "--And go straight to the stripping!"

Xander's heartbeat was doing double-time, and he knew they had to be able to hear it. He gave an undignified yelp as his shirt split. Angel and Spike treated him to identical smiles of evil.

“Oh, pet, we're going to teach you plenty of games,” drawled Spike. “Promise you'll have lots of fun, you will.”

Xander's pupils contracted. He was so painfully hard...

"Xander?"

"Pet, you all right?"

Xander started, snapping out of his daydream. 'Dear God, it was so real!!' The two vampires stood in the doorway of his bedroom, looking at him concernedly. 'Crap. Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap. I know they can tell.' He tried to will his erection away, picturing the un-sexiest thing he could imagine. 'Okay, Giles in a thong, Giles in a thong... Ack! Alright, it worked, but I think it worked too well; I'm pretty sure I may be lacking a couple inches down there now.' He was relieved, though, that he wouldn't find a need to take a second cold shower.

Spike and Angel were still looking at him almost worriedly. Xander smiled at them reassuringly. "Sorry. Must have fallen asleep with my eyes open or something." He stood up, glancing at the clock. 4:30. "Wow, I was out for a few minutes."

Xander walked towards the door, and they parted to let him through, following him into the living room. 'Please don't ask what I was thinking about, please don't...'

"Anything you want to talk about, Xander?" Angel asked.

"Umm, no?" he squeaked. "Hey, look, still a while before the sun sets. What do you guys feel like doing?" He unintentionally near-echoed his words from the dream. He sat down on the couch, Angel and Spike sitting down on either side of him.

"What, pet, like you wanna play cards or somethin'?" Spike asked, semi-sarcastically.

Both vampires seemed bewildered as to why Xander choked and turned beet red.

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Angel and Spike had waited for Xander to come back out of his room after he hung up the phone. A few minutes passed, and they were about to go check on him, when they heard his breathing notably increase. He was almost panting, and they were once again hit by the now-familiar smell of his arousal.

Angel turned to Spike, stunned. "What the..."

Spike shushed him. "Quiet. I'm listenin'."

A long, low moan emerged from the next room. "Spiiiike! Angel!"

They looked at each other. Angel had an expression of chagrin on his face. If vampires had the ability to blush, he'd be doing it. Spike looked surprised, pleased, and intrigued. Both felt the first stirrings of their own arousal.

An almost-sigh from Xander. "Yes, please..."

They leapt up as one. Neither felt able to sit through this. It had to be ended, quickly, for all their sakes.

Angel and Spike stood in the door, looking in. Xander sat on the bed, eyes closed, obviously deep in the clutches of a daydream. He gave a small whimper, which felt like a physical caress to the two vampires. They spoke, almost desperate to wake him.

"Xander?"

"Pet, you all right?"

Xander awoke, the spell seemingly broken. They watched as he managed to get rid of his erection through sheer force of will. 'Damn impressive, that.' Spike observed.

Xander made his excuses, and they allowed him to wriggle off the hook with his dignity intact. 'Soon, my lad, we'll be having us a little chat.' Angel thought to himself with an imperceptible smirk. 'You can't run from us forever.'

When Xander nearly had a coronary at Spike's innocent suggestion, Angel decided that the game had gone on long enough. If the young man kept this up, he'd hurt himself. Angel and Spike shared a speaking glance. It was high time for their 'discussion' with the boy.

"Xander, we need to talk." Angel scooted closer on the couch towards Xander, who looked as though he wanted to inch away, but Spike blocked his only escape.

Xander appeared panicked. "Sure, yeah, what do you guys want to talk about?" His eyes darted back and forth between the two.

Angel continued leaning forward, Xander almost unconsciously leaning away, until his back encountered the barrier of Spike's chest. With his prey effectively trapped, Angel moved in until his lips hovered just over Xander's.

"This," he answered, just before he swooped in for a kiss. As he captured Xander's mouth, he heard something almost too low for even his hearing to catch; something that sounded like, "Oh no, not again."

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