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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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Spike turned, and walked to the bedroom. He was going to let his Sire stew in his own juices, and pay attention to his boy instead. He entered the bedroom quietly to find Giles perched on the side of the bed, combing his fingers through Xander's sweaty hair. “How is he?”
“Better than I expected,” Giles admitted.
Spike nodded. “Peaches said he didn't do anything but fuck the boy and not let him come. Made him beg.”
“That fits with what I've seen. He, he looks sore, but not otherwise seriously injured. There are some scratches, some bites, but nothing more than you've given him on a particularly adventurous night.”
Spike looked around the room. “I want this place cleaned up before he wakes. Help me with him,” he urged. He crossed to the dresser and pulled out a pair of trackpants, and they eased them onto the sleeping man's body. He carefully picked the dark-haired man up in his arms, and looked at his other lover. “I want you to look after him on the couch while the Poof and I clean up in here.”
Giles nodded, and led the way out into the lounge. He took his place on the lounge suite, and waited for Spike to arrange Xander on his lap to his satisfaction. Once settled, he carded his fingers through the young man's hair, and considered options for their revenge.
~~~~~
Xander felt himself drift to wakefulness, cosseted and fondled. His head was lying on someone's lap, and a hand was gently carding through his hair. He felt sore, but it was a distant pain, abated by the comfort he was being afforded. He shifted, and the hand in his hair stilled.
“Xander?” Giles asked softly.
Xander rolled, grunting softly when his body made its aches known. He looked up, and smiled to see his lover gazing down at him, concerned. “The way I feel,” he frowned, “I'm guessing it wasn't a dream?”
“Angelus?” Giles confirmed. “No, it wasn't a dream.”
Xander bit his lip. “Is … is he dead?”
“No,” Giles shook his head. “He didn't actually lose his soul, it seems. An actress apparently wanted him to turn her so she wouldn't age. When he refused, she gave him a drug to make him happy. It … suppressed his soul, which freed Angelus, who promptly came up here to…”
“To play with Spike's toy,” Xander sneered. He then shuddered slightly, and glanced up at the older man, uncertainly. “I … it…” he began, then bit his lip.
Giles carded his fingers through Xander's hair again. “You had thoughts about Angel?” he asked calmly.
Xander risked another glance up at Giles, and nodded.
“It's not unusual,” Giles assured him. “You've just discovered this side of yourself, and he is a very attractive man. I had rather expected that you would fantasise about him. But you cannot blame yourself for what Angelus did to you.”
“It was…” Xander began. “It wasn't…”
“It wasn't consensual, Xander,” Giles said firmly. “He is a vampire, and you knew, intrinsically, that there was no way you could free yourself. Moreover, he used Willow as a weapon against you, to gain your compliance. It was an assault, Xander. It was not your fault.”
“It was good,” Xander murmured. “I mean, it was hard, but … it was good, too. It wasn't anything like what he did to you.”
Giles smiled gently. “Is that what's disturbing you?” he asked. “Your torture wasn't as horrible as mine?” He stroked his hand over Xander's cheek. “It doesn't compare, Xander. I was tortured for information. You were raped – however much you may have enjoyed parts of it, you were raped – because Spike had something Angelus wanted.” He sat back, caressing his young lover. “Do you think either of us will blame you for this? We don't, Xander. Don't think that. We love you, you must remember that. We love you, and we don't blame you.”
Xander cuddled into Giles' leg, and stayed silent for a while. “What happens now?”
“Well,” Giles began, with a decidedly Ripper-ish smirk, “Spike and I rather thought you might like some revenge.”
~~~~~
Angel knocked on the door of Xander's apartment. Spike and Giles had insisted on a month's recuperation for Xander, and now it was time for Xander's revenge. He tried to relax, and remember that Xander was essentially a good man. Though, if he remembered certain scenes correctly, as well as things Buffy had mentioned, he was not always a nice man. Still… Now, if he'd done the same thing to someone Xander had loved, then he knew his immediate future would involve pain, and lots of it, but it was Xander he'd attacked, and directly. Like Angelus had said, he wasn't so tough when he wasn't defending someone.
The door was answered by Spike, glowering like an avenging angel in the doorway. He cast a severe eye over the dark-haired vampire, and nodded. “On time, I see,” Spike commented calmly.
Angel shrugged, and stepped past Spike into the apartment. “Do you know… Of course you know. And approve, I bet,” he frowned.
Spike smirked. “A right twisted bit of fun this is,” he nodded. “Always thought the boy'd make a lovely Childe.”
“Cordelia said he was a very scary vamp,” Angel frowned. At Spike's stunned look, he smirked, and went on. “Back in high school, she made a wish to Anyanka. She ended up in an alternate reality where Xander and Willow were turned by the Master. Her words were 'scary powerful, and, oh my God, hot!'”
Spike drifted off in thought at that. “Turned by the Master, eh? But they could have only been right fledges if it was still in school.”
“A year or two turned,” Angel nodded. “They were the Master's favourites. Vicious, cruel.”
Spike snorted, sneering. “You must have had a deal of fun with them,” he decided sourly.
Angel rolled his eyes. “I had my soul, and was chained in a cell, where Willow would visit me to 'play with the puppy.' Think Dru, but saner.”
Spike's eyes opened wide at the thought, and would have spoken, but was interrupted by Giles. “Yes, yes,” he muttered crossly. “Now if you've distracted my vampire enough, I think it's time for you to get settled in.”
Spike rolled his eyes when he saw his Sire's flicker of chagrin at being caught, and pushed him towards the bedroom. “Now I feel a right git letting you get away with that. Was any of it even real?” he demanded.
“Oh, quite real,” Giles nodded. “I'll tell you what I know.” When Spike turned expectantly towards him, he added, “Later. For now, we have a vampire to chain to a bed.” When Angel turned shocked eyes to him, he merely smiled serenely.
~~~~~
Angel frowned at the Watcher, then at the glass held out to him. He could smell from here that it wasn't the expensive champagne he'd been offered recently. And this human was more obvious about the drugs, simply handing over the pills to be washed down with the alcohol. There would be no surprises here.
“What's going on?” Angel asked.
“You weren't the one to rape Xander,” Giles explained sternly, “Angelus was. Therefore, Angelus will be the one to be punished.”
“I'll still end up suffering the punishment,” Angel countered, not really wanting to argue, but feeling that their reasoning was faulty.
Giles gave a mysterious smile. “Perhaps not as much as you'd think. Now lie down so I can chain you up. We don't want Angelus free to create havoc, now do we?”
Angel frowned, but complied readily. He'd taken the drugs, and knew their time was limited. Once chained into place, he closed his eyes and relaxed into the mattress, and waited for the punishment to begin.
Angelus' nostrils flared at the rich scent of the boy. He smirked. The fools had released him, and left him alone with his boy, with only these flimsy chains to hold him. He opened his eyes, and saw his boy standing by the bed, head cocked in thought. He gave a mighty tug, and scowled when the chains held fast. He gave another hard tug, and snarled at the metal holding him back from his boy.
Xander chuckled, and sat down on the bed. “You think they'd let me in here with you without knowing those chains would hold you? I think they had a lot of fun choosing just the right chains, and then getting them enchanted. Possibly an inappropriate amount of fun, but that's okay, because I love them, and they love me.”
Angelus snorted in disgust. “Love,” he sneered. “I knew there was something wrong with that boy.”
“So,” Xander chirped, clapping his hands before the vampire could go on, “your punishment.”
Angelus rolled his eyes. “Yes, yes. My oh, so terrible punishment. Well get on with it, boy.”
Xander straddled Angelus' hips, smirking. “You want to know what I'm going to do with you?”
Angelus smirked, and rolled his hips up into the warm body pinning him. “I know what you could do to me,” he leered.
Xander chuckled. “Actually, that's a pretty good guess.”
Angelus froze, puzzled. “We're going to have sex?”
“We're going to make love,” Xander explained. “I couldn't do it to Angel, 'cause that would risk his soul, but I can do it to you, because I don't think it'd give you a moment of perfect happiness. In fact, despite the fact that you are getting off today – several times, in fact – I don't think you'll enjoy this much at all.”
“You wouldn't,” Angelus tried desperately. “You don't even like Angel, let alone love him.”
“Actually,” Xander countered, “I don't mind Angel. Plus, hot! So,” Xander went on, running his hands down Angelus' bare chest, “I'm going to treat you as if you were Angel, and my lover, and we're going to have fun. Oh,” he added, smirking down at the vampire, “and something else.” He leaned down as far as he dared, and whispered. “When Angel returns, I'm going to bugger him so hard, you'll feel it. And you'll know that it's Angel I'm doing it to, and you'll never get that from me.”
That done, he dropped his head down to Angelus' chest, and began to kiss his way down the broad chest to slim hips, and the fat organ swelling unwillingly at his groin.
~~~~~
Angel opened his eyes, and tried to make sense of where he was, and what was going on. He could smell … sex, and sweat, and Xander. He shifted, and felt his hands bound above his head, and a searing weight on his hips, and the blood-hot vice clamping down on his aching cock. He opened dazed eyes to see Xander straddling his hips, sweat-tousled hair hanging in his eyes.
“Xan,” he croaked, and realised only then that his throat was sore.
Xander grunted, and lifted himself off the vampire, loosing the hard cock from his tight grip. Angel groaned at the sudden loss, and watched the mortal stretch his long limbs and golden body beside him. He thought the other man was about to fall asleep, and wondered when he was going to be released, when he felt Xander turn his head towards him.
“You remember what I said to Mr Insane-o?” Xander asked.
Angel blinked at the name, then gave a huff of laughter. “You were going to make love to him. You did,” he added, remembering. “He hated every moment.”
Xander smirked. “Thought he would. Do you remember the other thing I said to him?” He watched carefully, and saw the moment when Angel remembered that part of the conversation. “Yeah, you do, don't you?” he chuckled.
“But…” Angel began.
“Trust me,” Xander dismissed. “There won't be any 'moment of perfect happiness' here. He got what you would have wanted, and you'll get something I think he'd appreciate. So,” he added, launching up to straddle Angel's chest, “I'm going to get you to turn over.” He leaned forward, and undid the manacles holding the vampire.
“But…” Angel tried again.
Xander got off the vampire, and off the bed. He slapped Angel's hip. “Over,” he commanded.
Angel rolled over, and tried to settle comfortably on his well-used cock. His well-used and wakening cock. He put his arms back into place, and turned to see Xander's heavy, half-hard cock looming into view. His mouth watered with sudden desire, and he realised suddenly, scenting the air, that, unlike last time, Xander had come probably as often as he had. He twisted to look up at the seemingly indefatigable human.
“Like what you see there?” Xander asked, amused.
“You should be exhausted,” Angel explained. “Not…”
“Good to go again, and so soon?” Xander grinned. He squatted down so Angel could see him clearly. “I'll let you in on a little secret,” he whispered, leaning forward. “Take a little sniff.”
Angel pushed up onto his elbows, and, after a glance to Xander for permission, pushed his head into the younger man's neck. He must have telegraphed his sudden rage, because Xander jerked himself away even as he threw himself about, trying to dislodge the chains. He tossed a glare at where the boy sprawled on the floor, an amused, obscene piece of art. “He marked you!” Angel growled.
Xander simply picked himself up off the floor, fetched a fresh tube of lube from the drawer, then landed suddenly on Angel's hips, pinning him to the bed. He leaned forward, placing his hands on Angel's shoulders, and whispered in his ear. “You gave me to him, remember?” he taunted. “What's it to you if I stretch my neck for him, giving him my own blood? He is mine, and I am his, and we are Giles'. And now I'm going to fuck you into the bed, 'cause that's what Angelus would have wanted, and whatever else we might say, you know that part of you, at least, will get off on it.”
With that, Xander twisted, and forced himself between the large vampire's legs. He grabbed the lube, and smeared it on his fingers before pushing two fingers into the tight hole. Angel bellowed, but pushed back onto the invading fingers, spreading his legs to open himself up further. Xander made a quick, rough job of opening the vampire up, only loosening him enough so that Xander wouldn't be hurt, and so he wouldn't bleed. Once he was satisfied, Xander slicked his own cock and grabbed Angel by the hips to lift him up. He knelt behind the vampire, spread his knees for balance, and pushed in.
Angel moaned, a long, low sound, and arched his back, pushing back onto the thick organ. He had a sudden vision of that same cock hanging in his face, and his mouth watered again, wondering if he'd ever get a taste. He let his head drop as Xander set up a punishing rhythm, slamming into him without regard to any niceties.
He felt he should be sweating. Xander's searing heat pushed into him, though him, setting him alight from the inside out. They were rutting, mindless and desperate, searching for the perfect spot to scratch that mobile itch inside them. Xander's nails scraped hard and slow down his back, and he keened, tossing his head up as he felt the narrow welts form down his spine. Xander's hand clutched his hips, driving finger-point bruises deep into the flesh. Xander's cock slammed, endless, relentless in to him, and suddenly he was seared by the flood of blood-hot come pouring into his ass, and he came, screaming.
~~~~~
It took three attempts to get his eyes open. Finally, the young brunet came into focus, staring calmly at him. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He coughed, and tried to clear his throat, and tried again. “Gonna let me go?” Angel slurred.
“Maybe,” Xander mused. “Don't want you being too happy, now do we?”
Angel grunted in reply. “Not sure that's possible right now. You fuck like a vamp.”
“Get fucked by a vamp,” Xander reasoned.
“I can't believe Giles let him mark you like that,” Angel pouted. “How can he even do it? I was sure the chip would stop it.”
“Ah, but,” Xander argued, “he doesn't want to hurt me, he wants to fuck me, make it good, and I'm sure you know just how good a little blood sharing can make it,” Xander leered. “Had to hold myself back from biting you, as it happens,” he admitted.
“You would have bitten me?” Angel demanded, surging up onto his elbows.
Xander made a rumbling hum of agreement. “Wanted to.” He stretched languorously, letting his eyes drop half-closed. “Could imagine the taste of your blood on my tongue, your flesh under my teeth.” He arched up, as if into a lover's touch. “Won't do that to Spike, though. This was just revenge. Teach Soulless a lesson. Speaking of which,” he muttered as he rolled gracefully off the bed.
“Where are you going?” Angel yelped.
“Want Spike,” Xander offered as he disappeared out of the room.
“What about my cuffs?” Angel called. “Xander?” He heard the young man call to his lover, and smelled the scent of their pheromones waft in. “Spike?” he called as he tugged uselessly at his bonds. “Giles?” he tried.
He heard the rhythmic creaking of another bed and the cries of lovers mating. He pulled again at the chains attached unfortunately firmly to the unfairly strong bed frame.
“Someone?”
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