Author’s Note: Many thanks to Xanpet and
Firehorse for advice and patience and reading stuff…
There was a smug leer on Spike’s face, but the
vampire’s expression soon turned into not-so-smug desire, when Xander
mischievously circled the tip of his thumb with his tongue and sucked on it. It
was weird having Spike’s thumb in his mouth and tasting Anya on it. The whole
situation was weird, Xander thought vaguely, not Twilight Zone spooky weird but
definitely out-of-this-world mind-blowingly weird.
“I think I would like to be untied now,” Anya said
and held out her wrists.
“Is that so?” Spike asked with a smirk, but he
withdrew his hand and turned towards her. “A shame really, when you look so
lovely tied up like that. We should try your pretty little chains next time.” He
kissed her deeply then proceeded to untie her, managing to caress her hands and
wrists at the same time. When she was free he pressed his lips on her wrists,
then kissed her palms.
Xander and Spike were still kneeling on the
bed, Anya between them, but now she slithered to the headboard of the bed,
where she could enjoy a front row seat perspective while giving the two men
more room to ‘maneuver.’ Meanwhile, Spike ran the red scarf through his fingers
and over his own wrists as if contemplating further use. Xander watched in
fascination. The contrast of the blood red silk against the vampire’s
milk-white skin was breathtaking. In fact, the sight of the other man - his
(unnecessarily) heaving chest, his nimble fingers and obvious arousal - made
Xander’s dick twitch in anticipation.
Spike grinned, dropped the scarf and leaned
over. One hand went to Xander’s neck to pull him closer for a searing hot kiss,
his other hand slid around his waist.
Xander gasped as the no-longer-cool tongue
gently teased his lips before fiercely plunging into his mouth. Pleasuring Anya
and watching Spike go down on her had left him so achingly hard, that Spike’s
panting breath on his lips was enough to make him shiver. Xander wrapped his
arms about the smaller man’s shoulders, eager for more skin contact.
Spike obliged him by slithering closer,
bridging the remaining distance. He caught the human in a tight embrace and
slowly began to rub himself against the warm body, gyrating and rocking his
hips, creating delicious friction for both. And whenever their dicks touched
both men gasped.
It was like a moving piece of erotic art: the
tangle of suntanned and pale limbs, groping and touching; the urgency of two
strong male bodies arching and rubbing against each other; the hunger of two
mouths nibbling, licking and tasting or just gasping for air. Part of Anya was
sorry she had no video-camera. But mostly she just drank in the arousing image.
Eddies of sheer lust made her skin tingle. And the grunts and moans of the men
seemed to send stabs of pleasure right into her. Anya let her hand wander
downwards to the growing moisture between her thighs.
“So hot, feels so good,” Spike murmured between
kisses. “Like to feel your cock, such a nice cock, all hard for me… leaking.“
There was this joke Xander had once heard…
//God to Adam: ‘I’ve got good news and bad news for you. The good news
is, I gave you a brain and a penis.’ Adam to God. ‘Gee thanks, so what’s the
bad news?’ God: ‘You never get to use both at the same time.’//
Well, it seemed like Spike was determined to
switch off Xander’s brain entirely by making his dick explode through sheer
sensory overload. Xander felt blunt teeth scraping the sensitive skin of his
neck, strong thumbs circling his nipples, fingernails scraping over his back,
strong callused fingers kneading his ass and teasing fingertips exploring the
crease between his butt-cheeks. At first he tried to keep up by running his
hand over Spike’s muscled back, his long neck and the hard mounds of his ass,
but Spike’s skilled hands and experienced mouth soon had him writhing with
need.
“Spike, please,” Xander finally whimpered
between kisses, not sure what exactly he was pleading for. His grip on Spike’s
ass tightened. He felt like a live wire, like a guitar string, humming with
tension, ready to snap. He had reached a point where he found it hard to feel
anything but the intense want that made his body shiver. “Please…”
“What do you want, pet? Tell me,” Spike’s voice
was hoarse with desire.
“You. I want you!” Xander brought out with
difficulty. “Suck me, fuck me. Anything!”
“Anything you want, luv,” Spike said,
“Anything.” All it took was a little nudge and steering and soon Xander toppled
backwards, landing softly on the bed, on his back, right where Spike wanted
him. Spike was crouching over him on all fours, licking Xander’s chest and
playfully sucking on his hard and perky nipples. Xander arched into the
vampire’s touch. He hardly noticed it when Anya stuffed a pillow under his
head.
Spike gave Xander’s chest a last lick, then
slithered downwards. He briefly admired the thick column of flesh in its nest
of dark curls, before he reached for it and began to pump – slowly. Torturously
so. Then he bent down and licked the weeping head. His tongue was slightly
raspy. “Yeah, Spike, More!” Xander moaned, his eyes glued to the amazing sight
of sharp cheekbones, dark blue eyes and that incredible pink tongue flicking
out between gleaming teeth. “Suck me, please!”
More licks answered his pleas. This time Spike’s
tongue slithered down the underside of his shaft and up again, before swirling
around the swollen head. And again. Teasing him. One hand began to expertly
fondle his balls. Occasionally a fingertip teased his opening but without
breaching it. “Pleeaaaase,” Xander begged.
Finally, Spike’s lips closed around his shaft
and he began to suck in earnest. The feel of strong fingers (the skin rougher
than Anya’s) slowly pumping him, the wetness of Spike’s tongue and lips and the
sight of his dick disappearing in the vampire’s mouth were too much for Xander.
His balls tightened. He tensed, his back arching off the bed, but strong hands
kept him down.
“Uh-oh, not so fast,” Spike chuckled, cutting
off Xander’s release with skilled fingers. Xander groaned in frustration,
tossing his head.
Spike knelt between Xander’s legs, waiting for
the other man’s arousal to abate somewhat. He used his free hand to pull on his
own erection a few times and contemplated his next move.
Suddenly a scent of strawberries was in the air
and a small object landed next to his right knee. A little red tube, already
unscrewed. Spike looked up and saw Anya smiling at him. Her features were
flushed and her pupils dilated, even so there was an innocent sweetness in her
smile, not to mention a possessiveness that caused an exultant little flutter
in Spike’s chest.
Spike prowled towards her and kissed her long
and deep, knowing she’d be able to taste Xander’s pre-cum on him. Then he gave
her a wicked smile, crawled backwards and took Xander’s cock into his mouth.
All of it!
Xander gasped. Then Spike swallowed, working
him with the muscles of his throat. And Xander bucked helplessly. It wasn’t
like he’d never been deep-throated before. But this was Spike! He groaned.
Spike lifted his head. “Liked that, did you?”
Xander nodded, barely able speak.
Spike chuckled and bent down again, this time
working Xander’s shaft with hands, lips and teeth. Anya and Xander both watched
his head bobbing up and down. It was incredibly arousing to watch Xander’s
engorged penis disappear between the vampire’s lips. Especially since Spike was
looking at them, avidly watching the effect his efforts were having on them,
drinking in their arousal. The hungry look in his dark blue eyes was like an
electric current, sending shocks of desire through both of them.
When a slick finger slowly breached his
opening, Xander was too worked up to get nervous. On the contrary, the night of
the storm, when they’d made out in Spike’s crypt, had woken desires in him he
hadn’t known about. So, when Spike continued to prepare him he welcomed the
intrusion. He thrust back on Spike’s fingers then upwards again, pistoning into
Spike’s mouth with mounting urgency. There was no more room for fear or
coherent thought. *More more more.* That was all he could think of.
Spike wasn’t much more coherent. The abandon
with which Xander was pushing against his hand and into his mouth made him
tremble with need. But part of him was suddenly scared. *Mustn’t hurt him,* was
the thought that pounded in his head. *Make it good for him.* No
bruises, visible or invisible for Xander and his girl.
He groped around nervously for the little tube.
Suddenly, a warm arm reached around him and he felt a soft hand slicking him
down, generously coating his cock with something cool. He lifted his head and
gasped, inhaling their mingled scents, musk heavily laced with the smell of
strawberries.
Anya kissed his cheek, patted his shoulder and
scooted back into her corner of the bed.
Suddenly, Spike mouth was gone! And then his
fingers! Xander made a frustrated sound. But moments later Spike lifted his
legs and draped them over his shoulders and something slick and bulbous prodded
his opening. “Do it. Fuck me, Spike”
“Right,” Spike said breathlessly. He slowly
began to push, rocking his hips lightly, prodding against Xander’s entrance
until suddenly he slid inside. Spike shuddered, exhaling forcefully as he
fought down the almost overwhelming urge to simply hammer into that tight hot ass.
*So tight!*
For a moment Xander wasn’t certain if the
sensations that were coursing through him were pleasant. Pain? No, not really,
just weird, intense - in a good way… oh god, Spike was moving! Slow, careful
thrusts. And then one of Spike’s thrusts hit something. Strange bolts of
pleasure coursed through Xander. He reached for his own cock and began to
frantically jerk off. He could hear Spike babbling something, “so tight… hot…
so good…Xander…” and it spurred him on even more.
Neither man lasted long. Xander came with a
shout, shooting his load in half a dozen bursts that shook his entire body and
the convulsions were enough to send Spike over the edge as well. A dozen more
hard thrusts and Spike shuddered. When he came it was with an exhilaration he
had seldom felt before. At that moment he knew with unusual clarity that he’d
do everything in his power to NOT bollocks this up, whatever ‘this’ was.
He collapsed, boneless. Xander’s hot
sweat-coated body was heaving underneath him, panting. After a moment, Spike
rolled himself off, ending up lying between the two afterglowing humans. *Fucking
amazing!*
Suddenly a hand patted his chest. Anya. He
craned his head to look at her. She looked radiantly happy. “You’re warm,” she
observed.
“So I am. Guess that makes me poikilothermic,”
Spike said warily, momentarily forgetting to deny ever having had an education.
“Jeeez, I hope that’s not contagious,” Xander
mumbled and propped himself up on his elbow. “Oh, and before I forget: Wow!”
“I bring your ‘wow’ and raise you a ‘holy
shit.’” Spike replied. When it was pretty certain that he wasn’t on the verge
of being kicked out of bed, he allowed himself a smug grin.
“That was most satisfactory,” Anya agreed. “I
think I’m the luckiest ex-vengeance demon in the whole world.” She pulled
Xander into an embrace and kissed him tenderly. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I
like my present very much.”
“So, what else have you got in there?” Spike
asked in a mixture of genuine curiosity and mischief, as he peeked into the open
bedside drawer.
Xander blushed. Spike thought he looked
adorable.
“Oh, all kind of things,” Anya said. She
reached past him into the drawer and came up with a little plastic container
that bore cheerful pictures of cute little babies.
“What’s that?” Spike asked.
“Diaper wipes,” she informed him as she opened
the box and pulled out a tissue.
“You’re kidding,” Spike blurted out. “Right?”
“I never joke when it comes to sex and the possibility
of an encore,” Anya said with a straight face but an impish twinkle in her eye.
She tossed two tissues towards him and pulled out some more for herself and
Xander
“Encore, huh?” Spike smirked, immediately
focussing on the vital part of Anya’s utterance. He quickly cleaned himself up
and tossed the tissues into the trash. “Ready when you are.”
When Xander tried to clean his soft cock, belly
and chest, Spike knocked the hand with the tissue away. “Hey!” Spike
complained. “What do you think you’re doing?” He swooped down and started
licking the traces of Xander’s orgasm away, and waking Xander’s dick up in the
process.
“You up for another round of rumpy pumpy,
then?” Spike asked with a leer.
***
About half an hour later Spike was looking into
Anya’s beautiful face as he slowly almost lazily thrust into her. He was lying
on top of her, feeling warm all over. Comfortable. He caressed her cheek, and
threaded his fingers through her soft hair, then caught her lower lip between
his teeth. Such luscious lips!
He gasped when he felt slick fingers preparing
him, gently stretching and scissoring. “God, yes!” he hissed. He pressed his
lips on Anya’s and thrust his tongue into her mouth, echoing what Xander’s
fingers were doing to him.
“Patience is a virtue, Spike,” Xander lectured
him. He sounded hoarse.
“Not mine!” Spike answered him with a backward
push of his ass. But it seemed Xander had no intention to be rushed. Apparently
he was trying to find the spot that had made him see stars, experimenting with
angles.
*For god’s sake, get on with it,* Spike wanted to urge him on, as
he continued to make love to Anya. He felt strangely nervous, almost
vulnerable, a feeling he normally hated – and very sappy to boot.
He couldn’t explain it. He’d been sandwiched
before, between Drusilla and Angelus, feeling loved and wanted, part of a
family, but it had been nothing like this. If he’d still had a poetic streak –
which he didn’t! – he might have been able to put the difference into words:
Part of him still loved Drusilla and her delirious but wicked absinthe-flavored
love, that smacked of sin and evil and insane ritual. And here he was, eager to
get fucked by a young American who’d barely made it out of high school. What
was this - compared to absinthe? Soda pop? A sweet and stupid vanilla-love,
fluffy like cotton candy, complete with a white hat (he’d have a hard job
trying to fill) and some second-hand sunshine, absorbed from the tanned skin of
two humans?
Spike groaned, as Xander trailed wet kisses
down his spine. Then – at long last! - he felt the tip of Xander’s thick cock
pressed against his entrance. Inch by inch Xander entered him. It was an
exquisite sensation. Spike stopped moving altogether, as he adjusted to the
intrusion.
Anya studied his slightly slack-jawed face, the
softness of his expression and ran a hand through his by now truly unruly hair.
“You alright?” Xander asked anxiously, stopping
halfway in. “Everything okay?”
“Perfect,” Spike sighed truthfully. And then he
began to move to the music of their heartbeats. It was the next best thing to
being alive.
+++
“Is that the time?” Xander suddenly said. The
alarm clock at the bedside showed 7:37 pm.
“S’pose so,” Spike said with a yawn.
“What?” Anya said, propping herself up to get a
look at the clock.
“Buffy!”
“I beg your pardon?” Spike said.
“Buffy and Dawn are coming over today, ETA
minus twenty-three minutes, to watch a few movies. Shit, I’d forgotten.” Xander
explained. “Anya. Why didn’t you remind me?”
“I forgot.” She exclaimed in wonder. “But I
never forget things…”
Spike stretched out like a lazy cat and ran his
foot teasingly along the inside of her calf. “I’d say you were concentrating on
more important matters…” His suggestive smirk softened into a warm smile. “But
unless you want Buffy and Dawn to freak out you might consider making a dash
for the shower…”
Half an hour later, Buffy and Dawn walked in
armed with video rentals and snacks.
“Hey Anya, hey Xander,” Buffy said cheerfully.
“Hey Buff,” Xander answered, unable to keep a
certain nervous sheepishness out of his voice and squirming ever so slightly.
He felt like crawling into bed for a long sleep. Plus his ass was sore. In
short, he felt like he had the words ‘just had mind-blowing three-way sex and
intend to go back for more at every conceivable opportunity’ tattooed on his
forehead. He needn’t have worried, though. Buffy carried her usual
self-involvement before her like a shield and never noticed anything out of the
ordinary. And Dawn’s imagination was not yet wayward enough to venture THAT
far.
“Hey,” Anya greeted them cheerfully from behind
the kitchen counter, where she was preparing coffee. She was radiating
happiness, positively glowing, but that, too, went unnoticed by the two Summers
girls.
Spike strode out of the bathroom, humming, then
stopped in front of the visitors. “Oh, hello ladies.”
“Spike,” Dawn exclaimed, visibly pleased.
“Spike,” Buffy echoed, noticeably less enthusiastic.
She turned to look at Xander. “So, he turned up again, huh? Told you he would.”
“Yup, last night,” Xander said truthfully.
“Well, I’m glad you’re back,” Dawn announced.
“We were getting kinda worried. It was like, is he gone for good, or what? I
mean, hello, you could have told us, left a note or something.”
“I heard, sorry.” Spike said in a good mood,
the bad boy persona not yet back in place. “Don’t worry, I like it here. Not
planning on leaving town any time soon.”
Buffy studied the vampire, taking in the unruly
wet hair that was sticking out at odd angles. Something else was different, but
she couldn’t put her finger on it. But since her Slayer danger radar remained
un-tingly, she allowed herself to relax.
“Say Spike, what’s with the hair?” she said and
crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Is that your new style? Cause it looks
kinda…”
“Cute.” Dawn finished the sentence for her.
Spike’s hand shot up self-consciously, to comb
the hair back into its usual slicked back style – much to Xander and Anya’s
regret. “No, I… um… shower?” he mumbled, even less articulate than usual and
flicking his thumb at the bathroom door behind him. “Well, I better be off.
Thanks,” he said, a little uncertainly.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Anya asked,
genuinely astonished.
“Yeah,” Xander joined in, less surprised.
“Stay. Movies and snacks. Plus good company. What could possibly make you wanna
give that a miss?”
Dawn almost squealed.
Buffy’s jaw dropped. All those friendshippy
vibes, where did they suddenly come from? Even Spike looked happy. *Did I
miss something? Maybe something in the water. Or maybe, maybe…* She
couldn’t come up with anymore maybes. Okay, she was so not going to look the
gift horse in the mouth. Happy everybody had to be a good thing, right? Buffy
realized everybody was looking at her expectantly. She affected an eye roll.
“Sure, stay.” But then she grinned.
“You think you can watch ’10 Things I always hated about you’ without slagging off
Freddy Prince Junior?”
“That ponce?” Spike asked with a grin of his
own.
“Hey!” Anya and the Summers sisters exclaimed
as one.
They got into a good humoured argument, while bringing out bowls and making fresh popcorn. Buffy smiled. When her eye fell on the dining table she frowned and took a step closer. “Scrabble?” she said incredulously. “You two and Spike are playing Scrabble? How lame is that?”
THE END
Go to the new Epilogue
Author’s note: I might eventually write two
more chapters, namely the official birthday party and another (romantic)
birthday present threesome (If you people want me to). But I’ve also written an
epilogue that marks the end of the whole series. New chapters would appear
between this chapter and the epilogue.
However, until that happens this story is officially
*complete* - with at least one loooong threesome sequence delivered as
promised.