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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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He was being tortured, he realised, by someone who had learned from a master of the ‘art’. He should know; he’d been tortured by said master, and he could do no less than to admit that he had broken. Oddly enough, though, was the comment that this particular torture had been inspired by Xander, at which point the young man had promptly flushed a very bright red. So here he was, tied very firmly into an ugly recliner, and unable to do anything more than watch.
His hands had been tied discretely at his sides, and he was unable to do more than twitch them in a very limited range of motion. The ropes across his chest and shoulders prevented him from leaning forwards, while his feet had been tied apart. He was naked, though Xander had been thoughtful enough to cover the uncomfortable recliner with a rug, so there was some little comfort at least. Which was thoroughly negated by the unkind cock-ring making its presence known.
He strained briefly at his bonds, and scowled at the vampire. “How is it, exactly, that this particular form of torture was inspired by Xander?” he enquired calmly.
Again, Xander flushed, while Spike smirked. “Oh well,” he began, “not everyone has chains and a spare bathtub to hide the unwelcome vampire in, now do they?”
Giles blinked. “Xander?” he asked, looking for further explanation.
Xander rolled his eyes, and huffed, crossing his arms. “I had nowhere else to put him, so I tied him to the barcalounge in my basement. I was still scared that he was lying about being chipped, and was going to kill me in my sleep.”
Spike stepped behind the brunet, wrapped his arms around his waist, and nuzzled his cheek. “You say the sweetest things,” he cooed, obviously pleased.
Xander growled, a sound that was finally developing from the cub’s noise it had been, and ran his fingers into Spike’s hair, using that to pull him around. “Aren’t we supposed to be having sex now?” he demanded.
“Mmm… Sex,” Spike purred, nipping at Xander’s neck. “Now that does sound like a good idea.”
“Of course it’s a good idea,” Xander grumbled, tilting his head. “It’s my idea, and it’s about sex. Now how about it?”
Spike chuckled into Xander’s neck as he slipped his hands under the human’s shirt. “I think I might get away with teasing two humans today,” he mused.
“You ever want to top today,” Xander growled, pulling Spike’s head up for a quick, hard kiss, “you might want to get on with it.”
Spike pulled his head back, and scowled at the human. “You top me?” he growled.
Xander pushed Spike back onto the bed so that Giles had a wonderful view of the proceedings. “I’ve already topped your sire,” he reasoned, pushing Spike’s shirt up out of his way.
“Yeah. And he was chained for that,” Spike argued back, shucking the offending item.
Xander sucked hard on Spike’s nipple before speaking. “We still have them,” he warned, his eyes darkening with lust.
Spike flipped them so the boy wouldn’t get any further ideas. “I top,” he growled.
Xander lunged, and bit down hard on Spike’s neck, sucking hard as he flipped them back, and slid a knee between black-clad legs. While using one hand to hold the vampire’s head at an angle, he used the other to quickly unzip the vampire’s jeans, and push them aside. He took Spike’s heavy cock in a very firm grip before releasing his neck, then stroked it as he distracted the other man with a bloody, open-mouthed kiss. Spike whimpered, and licked into the hot mouth, seeking out his own blood and the taste of the man above him.
Xander took the opportunity to reach for the lube and wrangle Spike’s jeans further down his legs. He then broke the kiss, and began delivering hard nips along Spike’s jaw and neck, interspersed with sloppy kisses, driving the vampire insane, and distracting him from what his now-slick fingers were about to do.
Giles could only watch, helpless, as the dark-haired man completely dominated the vampire below him. He knew as well as any of them that Xander had no hope of doing this normally, and could only manage it by distracting Spike just as he was doing – through blood and sex, bloody kisses that established, if only briefly, new roles in his mind.
Xander had been kind enough to hitch Spike’s near leg over his shoulder, and Giles had an excellent view of tan fingers disappearing into a perfect, white arse. He took a shuddering breath, wondering at the amount of punishment the vampire could take, and call it pleasure, for Spike was, indeed, rocking his hips in time with Xander’s stabbing thrusts, forcing the strong fingers deeper, even as they twisted and scissored, opening him up. Before too long, Xander pulled his fingers out, and quickly slicked his purpling cock, only to present it to the needy vampire’s hole and force his way in.
Giles gasped, and attempted to memorise the scene before him. Xander had thrust in with one hard stroke, seating himself deep inside Spike’s body. But there was a price to pay for the piquant pleasure of that act. The two of them froze, Xander’s long, tan body arched over Spike’s pristine white one; Spike’s near leg was hooked over Xander’s hip, while Xander’s tanned hand clutched at Spike’s hip, causing deep bruises even as Giles watched.
The moment broke when Spike’s eyes flew open, and he glared, panting, up at the human now balls-deep within him. He chuckled breathlessly. “You’ve got them, boy,” he shook his head. “Fucking big brass ones.”
Xander smirked at the blond even as he shifted his hips. “You should know,” he whispered back, “you can feel them against your ass.”
Spike roared with laughter, and hooked his other leg around the human’s hips. “Right then: You’re the big bad, fucking two Master vampires, now; show me what you’ve got.”
Xander gave a pleased, rumbling growl, and pulled his hips back, nearly pulling all the way out of Spike’s body, before slamming back in again. Keeping his eyes on Spikes, he set up a punishing rhythm, allowing no gentle love-making to interfere in their rut.
Giles could feel the sweat trickling down his body as his cock ached unbearably. The sight before him was the very definition of cruel and unusual punishment: his two lovers were going insane, and all he could do was watch. The most he could do was touch the side of his thigh with one finger, and that was going nowhere towards getting him off. Not to mention the impossibly tight cock-ring that was not so slowly, but very surely removing his ability to ever come, let alone fuck, again. He whined. He was not proud of it, but neither was he too proud to admit that he had done it. Honestly, it was enough to corrupt a saint, which he wasn’t, and to even make angels fall, which he definitely wasn’t. He wanted. At this point he wasn’t quite sure what he wanted, but he wanted it. A touch, a caress, a god-damned release! Was it too much to ask? He whined again as he watched Xander bellow his release into Spike, followed by the vampire’s profane orgasm, and let his head drop back and eyes close in defeat. As such, he was unprepared for the hands deftly releasing and manoeuvring his legs, followed by the cock ring being removed, a hot mouth on his cock, and a cold one on his balls. His eyes flew open, and he sucked in a hasty breath, then froze, unable to think, even, as his body exploded into perhaps the most painfully powerful orgasm of his existence.
When Giles awoke, he was in his bed, with a warm body on one side, and a cool one on the other. He opened his eyes, and then decided that that was enough exertion for the day. He moaned.
The warm body at his side stirred, and something appeared in his field of vision. “’Bout time,” Xander chuckled.
Giles tried to speak, but only made a croaking sound. He closed his mouth, cleared his throat, and tried again. “I’d tell you to fuck off, but I don’t think I have to energy to see that again,” he grumbled tiredly.
Spike nuzzled into his neck. “That was something special, wasn’t it?” he grinned.
Giles frowned. “How much of that was planned?”
Xander settled down beside Giles again. “We planned to have sex. Then I got pissed at Spike, because he was taking too long. And the lesson for today, boys and girls? Don’t make Xander wait for sex.”
“Don’t know who the girl here is,” Spike smirked. “I’m not a girl. You a girl, Giles?” he asked facetiously.
“No, Spike,” Giles sighed, “I’m not a girl.”
Xander rolled his eyes. “Fine: Boys and boys. Happy, now?” he demanded.
Giles made a grumbling noise in the back of this throat, which was obscurely sore, and allowed his eyes to drop closed again. “Sleep,” he slurred.
“Think we wore the Watcher out,” he heard Spike grin.
Xander hummed, and tightened his arm across Giles’ waist for a moment. “Good idea, though.”
Giles couldn’t be sure, afterwards, if Spike had agreed or not. He’d already fallen asleep.
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