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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: As always a tremendous thanks to the talented Bubbysbub who does a fantastic job betaing this.
Feedback: Please, please, please. I crave it
Part: 7/?
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 - Thanks for reveiwing, glad it wasn't too kinky for you. Hope you like this chapter.
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 Seven

Ben walked into Los Angeles hospital still fuming from what Glory's little minion, Dreg his name was, had told him. He'd only just packed up and moved to Sunnydale a couple of months back at Glory's insistence, and now he had to move again, to Los Angeles. Ben had no choice in the matter, either move willingly and have some freedom, or Glory's minions would tie him up until Glory herself appeared again. That was no life even though what he had now wasn't much better. At least now he could help people and search for the cure that would obliterate Glory forever, leaving Ben in peace. It still rubbed that he had to pick up and leave, come to LA and try to gain another job, all because Glory was following some poor sods that had her key and they were most likely hiding out in the big city. Ben shook his head as he was shown around the hospital, they always needed nurses and his record was clear so they wouldn't look further than that. Ben stopped when he was shown the records for how many patients were in the psyche ward.

“Wow, that’s more than usual.” He commented to his guide.

“Yeah, I know. They started showing up about a month and a half ago. The strangest thing is that most of them come from Sunnydale. That’s where your last job was wasn’t it? Did you see anything like this? Most of them don’t have any history of mental illness and then they are suddenly found here in LA. We end up keeping them cos Sunnydale doesn’t have a big enough mental ward and they would end up sending them home which is not what these people need. Unfortunately we’re booked to capacity and this isn’t the only hospital like this.”

Ben stared at all the names knowing who was responsible.

Glory.

This had to stop now.

*****

Spike undid the chains then changed into his true face before biting into a finger. Leaning across Angel he placed his finger at Angel’s mouth. Angel refused to take it moving his head to the side, not able to take any more sensations on top of Xander still sitting on his cock. Spike however, was as stubborn as usual and wouldn’t take no for an answer smearing his blood across those thin, pink lips and letting the sharp, coppery smell waft up Angel’s nostrils.

Xander clenched down on the hard thick cock that was touching all the right places. It didn’t matter what else had happened, he couldn’t just sit there on top of his lover and not move, the compulsion was too strong. Angel couldn’t help but groan at the strong muscles rippling around him. That was all the opportunity Spike needed to push his bloodied finger into Angel’s mouth where Angel automatically started sucking and feelings exploded across his mind.

The taste of Spike’s blood somehow opened the floodgates and before anyone on the bed could react Angel was curling in on himself, dislodging Xander in the process but Angel didn’t notice. Now in the foetal position, tears leaked out of Angel’s eyes as he remembered the last time he saw Buffy. She was pissed as hell, and beautiful for it, as she tore both him and Riley Finn a new one for fighting over her. Remembered what she said then, that brave, beautiful, strong-as-hell-and-not-afraid-to-show-it girl.

/Okay, that's enough! I see one more display of testosterone poisoning and I will personally put you both in the hospital!/

Spike pulled the cock ring off his Sire, who didn’t even notice him, ‘maybe this wasn’t such a great idea,’ Spike thought to himself. He wanted his lovers to not bottle everything up but now one was murmuring and rocking, one step away from a nervous breakdown, a very un-Angel like thing to do, while Xander was staring at Angel, shock and pain written over his face. Spike watched him carefully wondering if he was about to go as mental as Angel. Instead Xander surprised him by leaping into action, taking off the cock ring Spike should have never persuaded him to wear. ‘The game was a really bad idea’, Spike thought to himself again. Xander moulded himself to Angel’s back and pulled the blanket over them, tears streaming down his face and into Angel’s neck. Spike watched them for a moment and was about to move off the bed and leave them alone as they obviously needed time together. An arm snaked out of the burrow of blankets and grabbed Spike pulling him in to the grieving couple. Spike fell on top of Angel and moved but was prevented when sad brown eyes caught his.

“Don’t move, please William. I need you, I’ve already failed her.”

“You didn’t fail her babe, you weren’t even there, we were, I was. I should’ve followed her, gone with her,” Xander lamented.

“And got yourself killed love, this way we live to fight another day and can find Glory’s weakness.” Spike pointed out to a snivelling Xan. It would do them no good to think about might-have-been’s.

“No you don’t understand, she came to me last year, before we started our thing. Something happened, the only person I told was Doyle.” Angel suddenly sat up wrapping his arms around himself.

“And now that you’re the only one left who knows. You want to tell someone?” Spike asked stroking a hand through Angel’s hair, messing up the gelled strands.

“No, you don’t understand. No one knew. She came after I’d been in Sunnydale watching her without telling her I was there.”

“Oh I remember that, she said it was weird and she was only in your office for a couple of minutes.” Xander remembered how she’d complained for weeks until she found out about him and Spike.

“She only remembers being here for a couple of minutes.” Spike’s mouth opened but Angel bet him to talking again. “Don’t interrupt me otherwise I won’t be able to get this out. She was here for a whole day and night. A Mohra demon attacked, it got away. I tracked it; I killed it, some of its blood mixed with mine. It made me mortal. Doyle took me to see the Oracles to find out what it meant. The Oracles told me that I was released from my duty. Buffy and I were together until I realised that if I stayed human she would die protecting me, protecting the humans I could of saved, or died because she was fighting alone.” Tears poured down Angel’s face but he managed to continue. “We don't belong to ourselves. We belong to the world, fighting. So, I went back to the Oracles and I asked them to turn back the clock... as though that day had never happened."

“Is that why you’re so upset, you gave up that chance to be with her, to be human to save her and she still died?” Xander asked quietly and distantly.

“Yes. But don’t get me wrong baby boy. I’m not upset about changing time back when it means that I have you and Spike. That future is long gone now and I don’t want it. It’s just that it hurt so much when I made that decision and the reason I made that decision didn’t work. She still died alone. She still died.” Angel hugged Xander to himself wishing he could ease the ache in his chest.

“That’s part of being a Slayer, Peaches. You know that. It doesn’t matter how brilliant at fighting she was from the day she was activated she had a short expiry date on her and nothing anyone did would change it.” Spike cuddled into Angel more, feeling the glide of their naked bodies against each other.

“My head knows that but my heart despairs. I think I just need to be with both of you, feel you, surrounding me, inside and out. What about you, sweet? What do you need Xan?” Angel asked, he felt better after his breakdown; a weight had been removed from his chest. Now he just needed to put that aside and be with his lovers whom he had almost lost today.

“Today, with everything going on, I just wished that I was here, in bed snuggling and wrapped around the two of you. This is all I want. Besides, I still have my sore arm, I could manage before but it’s hard with three limbs.” Xander turned to Spike who was about to say something; Xander had an inkling that it was to beat himself over the head for not remembering Xander’s injury when deciding on the game. “Don’t even say it Spike, what you did was what we needed to connect again. No regrets, ‘kay?” Spike nodded and Xander lay back pleased. Suddenly Spike found himself pulled fully on top of his Sire, staring into those dark, molten eyes. A hand was raised and gently mapped out Spike’s features, lingering on his cheekbones. Spike moved into the caress remembering his last thoughts when he hit the knights thinking he would never see his Sire again. He slowly moved in until he could lick at those lovely perfect lips and taste Angel with a hint of Xander mixed on that smooth, pale skin.

“William,” Angel murmured into Spike’s lips before taking his mouth into a deep, soul-searing possessive kiss. Spike responded with enthusiasm, mapping out his Sire’s mouth, chasing and tangling with the others tongue. He felt warm fingertips skittering over his back mapping out his backbone. Spike rolled the two of them over away from Xander; he didn’t want Xan’s arm hurt anymore than it already was. Angel revelled in the feeling of his favourite childe underneath him, the sleek play of muscles, the thighs opened invitingly. It would be so easy to dive into Spike’s hidden depths but he purposefully rebelled against the urge, right now he wanted something he rarely asked for or possessed. His childes cock nestled within him. He reluctantly pulled his lips away from Spike’s to turn his head towards a highly aroused Xander.

“Can you get me ready for Spike please, my Darling Baby Boy?” Gaining a nod in answer he returned his focus to the peroxide Italian statue lying under him. “Now where were we,” he purred huskily before diving down and taking a hardened dusky nipple between his teeth. Spike arched up presenting his chest to the dark head knowing that his Sire had a nipple fetish and not caring one iota. One of Spike’s arms was flung above his head while the other one fisted through Angel’s surprisingly soft hair. Arching again he let out a gut-wrenching moan, floating on the sensations thrumming through him.

Xander felt his breath catch in his throat at the erotic picture in front of him. They looked so beautiful in front of him. After making sure the scene was etched in his memory so that he would always remember it no matter what, Xander spurred himself into action. His movements were a little awkward one handed but he soon had a hand delving between Angel’s cheeks sensing the silky-smooth skin through his finger-tips. Xander couldn’t remember being in this position with Angel before and he almost wanted to draw this out maybe sink his tongue into Angel while he was at it.

“Oh fuck Yeah ANGEL!” Spike screamed and Xander decided that neither of his lovers could wait while he teased them. Xander’s finger sunk in to the first knuckle, like into half melted butter, so smooth, yet oh-so-tight.

“That’s it. Oh yeah. Suck ‘em, please luv, just a little bit more.” Spike babbled, head thrashing from side to side. Angel had switched to the second nipple but his fingers were busy brushing over the saliva-slicked sensitive nub of the first one. The pleasure-pain of over-sensitised flesh was sending Spike right towards the edge without his heavy cock and sac being touched. Angel released Spike’s flesh as he felt two fingers enter him.

“Oh Shit,” he sighed his head resting on Spike’s abs panting through the stretch. He didn’t do this enough for his body to be completely used to opening in this way. It burned but felt so good. The only thing better would be Spike reaching further into him, opening him up, feeling completely right. His body thrummed with arousal and he couldn’t wait any longer. Xander was suddenly displaced as Angel rolled out from between the both of them and got up onto hands and knees. He sent a come-hither look over his shoulder to Spike wriggling his ass in the air. Spike stared then pounced.

“Ow!” complained Angel as he was driven down into the pillow with his ass still in the air.

“If you don’t want to be burnt don’t play with fire, love.” Spike warned, licking a stripe up the luscious back in front of him while lining his erection up and nudging just the very tip in.

“Spike!” Angel complained, needing him to move fully in before he burst from the unbelievable pressure.

“Beg me beefcake, Let me hear how much you want this,” Spike purred into his ear. They both heard the gasp from the human beside them. Spike turned his head and smiled at a kneeling Xander with wandering hands, touching himself as he watched. An idea flitted across Spike’s consciousness and he gestured for Xander to move in front of Angel before he stroked a hand down a trembling flank, trembling from the pent up need thrumming through Angel’s body. Spike moved an inch further into Angel’s core and then back out to remind him of what he was missing out on. Angel broke, he didn’t like that he liked begging and was grateful for Spike as he was the only one who could manipulate him to this stage where he could beg and not feel anything negative about it.

“Spike please. I need you to fuck me, need to feel you in me, splitting me open and filling me up. Spike, FUCK ME!” That was all Spike needed to push in until his pelvis was flush against Angel’s bum cheeks. He only rested a second before rearing back and pushing forcefully back in.

“Oh fuck Sire you always feel so good, it’s like touching sunbeams.” Xander watched them and the symphony of noises, from the slapping sounds of flesh hitting flesh, to Angel’s low moans and whines, to Spike’s poetical sappiness. Unable to just sit passively and watch Xander spread his legs and his good arm quested down between them. Angel’s flesh had slid from his body before he gained release and he felt completely empty needing to feel full to have flesh driving deep into him, touching him intimately. Angel was busy and Xan could not wait, it had gone beyond need. He pushed a finger into his fully slicked anus groaning at the pleasure when he found his prostrate. At his moan two heads rose and four gold eyes stared at him hungrily. Remembering how much both of them enjoyed watching him like this Xander gave himself over to the pleasure, arching back and moaning deep in his throat without his eyes straying from his significant others.

Watching Xander, Spike sped up his movements knowing that he could not last much longer. Not with Angel rippling around him and meeting his every thrust so beautifully. He reached an arm around his Sire’s broad hip and grasped Angel’s manhood, making this good for Angel so that he would be able to do it again.

Angel moaned at the sensation of Spike moving back and forth over his prostrate sliding in so deep, making him feel every inch of Spike’s considerable size. Angel couldn’t keep his eyes off Xander’s fingers being swallowed by his hungry hole. Wanting to see Xander come before succumbing to his own pleasure Angel reached an arm out and feather flicked the closest nipple. That was enough to set Xander off.

“SPIKE!!! ANGEL!!!!!” Hearing their names yelled like that, seeing Xander’s face contorted in pleasure, was enough to send Angel over the edge, closely followed by Spike who had been holding on by a shoe string.

After a while they settled together in the middle of the bed, all touching, content for now, slowly falling into sleep.
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