Life (or Unlife) Goes On

Rating: NC17
A/N: I promised a new chapter if I got lots of lovely reveiws so here you go. Thankyou to everyone who continues to read. Please reveiw
Reveiws:
Amy: Thanks for the continued support, much appreciated. You've got your more between the threesome
Christine: You just want some threesome smut, don't ya? :-) Don't worry, its coming. As for Angel well as you'll see when you read this you've hit the nail on the head.
Evelyn: Thanks for your reveiw, its appreciated especially when it contains so much constructive feedback which I'm always looking for. The whole point of this story is to try and show that life never just stops no matter what happens and even if you don't want to sooner or later you will become caught up in it again. Drusilla, I love but she's hard to right and I'm not revealing the ending. Thyme started out as a) a new case for them to persue and b) a way to manipulate the heros into going after Dru. Now she just adds to the craziness. I agree about Buffy, she's also lost what the mission is about. As for the main three I'm trying to show how they each need each other in order to do more than just survive. As for Angel's soul I mentioned very early on that the theory I'm going with is that Angel lost it in the first place because with Buffy he forgot who he truly was, thus became guilt free and so perfect happiness. With Spike he can never forget because a) Spike is a vampire and b) Angel made him. Please keep reading and I love your ideas.


Chapter Twenty-Four

Spike’s POV

“Alright pet.” I lunge and kiss him again, one of my hands on his nipple. His legs are wrapped around me and his hands deftly undo my buckle and unzip my pants, he has obviously done this before. His hot, firm hand slides inside and grasps me firmly, making me gasp.

“Ah yes, that’s it whelp.” One of my hands finds the dildo and quickly pulls it out.

“No, empty, so empty, need something, anything.” I throw the thing somewhere, anywhere. Too far gone, needing to be within him already.

“Hush boy, you’ll have your wish in a minute.” I sit up and shimmy my pants off my hips and down my thighs. I don’t have time to get off the bed to kick them fully off. I settle back over him, pushing a pillow under his bottom and then pushing a finger into his hole to make sure he is slicked and stretched enough to take me. He arches up into me.

“Please, take me, fill me up, stretch me open, I need it please.” I lick his cheek before

“YES!” He practically screams out as I slammed into him, Oh fuck so hot and tight. I still, trying to get my control back and still my breathing. However, Xander moves under me trying to take me deeper, squeezing his thighs around me as well as his internal muscles.

“Shit Stop or I’ll loose it and it will be over.” He just smiles coyly at me and then the next thing I know is that I’m lying on my back and he is sitting up on me. Wow, where did he pull that move from? He starts moving himself, up and down riding my cock, he slowly leans forward until on the downstroke, he shudders and groans. How many times has he done this, I wonder. I move up into him and we quickly find a rhythm. His head falls back and I can’t help but feel he looks beautiful like this. His hands are on my chest, balancing himself. Xander LaVelle Harris is riding my, Spike aka William the Bloody’s cock like he was born to do this. Nope still sounds as impossible when I put it like that but it is definitely happening. Oh god he just squeezed his inner muscles again. I can’t last much longer. He seems to read my mind as he speeds up . One of his hands leaves my chest to pull on his lovely cock. I buck up harder trying to sear this image into my brain.

“YES SPIKE, Almost, YES…SPIKE!!!!!!” He comes so prettily, chest forward, head back, his muscles spasm around me and I can’t hold on anymore, so I follow him into ecstasy as he collapses onto my chest.

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Xander’s POV

I expected him to roll off of me and then just leave but instead he pulled off his jeans and is laying across the bed with my head pillowed on his chest, while we share a cigarette. One of my cigarettes which was taken last night. I hear the door open and

“Spike are you still up here, we need to talk.”

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Angel’s POV

Looks like searching for Drusilla is a big bust, we combed most of the demon hangouts and found nothing. It doesn’t help that most of my contacts have now dried up because of Wolfram and Hart. How I wish for the days of Catiris and Meryl. We all trudge back to the hotel and I lag behind as Conner and Faith fool around while Illyria asks what is the meaning of saying hi or something. My thoughts are back on Spike, with the soul I am proud of him but trying to get my head around this attempted rape is giving me a headache. He obviously knew that he shouldn’t have done it afterwards because he then went and fought for his soul but see there is the biggest mystery. He was a soulless demon at the time and yet he knew what he had done was wrong, he felt guilty about it. How many vampires do you know that will regret attempted rape. None. Without a soul I wouldn’t have had a problem with it but he did. Maybe, I should let it pass. He didn’t rape her and from the scene in the alley I witnessed they have definitely made up. I can’t be angry about the alley encounter either because we had just broken up so we weren’t together and he removed the Buffy-limpet from himself as soon as he could. The question is can he ever forgive me, I have screwed up beyond repair in his eyes but what I haven’t been able to tell him yet was that Nina and myself were on a break and I wasn’t planning of even talking to her again. Therefore technically I wasn’t cheating on her with him, maybe if I beg on my knees and then court him as well as making sure everybody in the hotel knows about us, it might help me to at least have a chance with him. I walk into the hotel and look around ready to try to talk to him, try to explain. Unfortunately, he is no where to be seen.

“How did it go boss?” Gunn asks.

“Big bust,” comments Faith putting her weapons back in the cabinet

“Where’s Spike?” I ask.

“He went to see how Xander was feeling after his collapse,” Robin informs me. It must be hard for him working with his mother’s killer. I nod and trudge up the steps mulling over how I can get my point across to Spike how do I explain how I feel, words were never my forte, now sketching… What a great idea, I show him how I feel through sketches, I kept them all from before I was given my soul back, a guilty pleasure. And draw new ones from the present. The next thing I know I am in front of Xander's door still preoccupied I walk in talking

“Spike are you still up here? We need to talk.” I walk into the main room and just stop. I can’t believe I‘m actually seeing this, my eyes must be betraying me. There is no way that Spike and Xander are laying in his bed sharing what is obviously a post-coital cigarette. I stumble back as if I’ve been physically hit in the chest. Spike and Xander are sleeping together. No that’s not right, no way could they be fucking, their hatred for each other is as legendary as mine and Xander’s or mine and Spike’s. Oh shit I’ve been so stupid of course they are sleeping together. We are some wacky all-male love triangle with a little hate and angst thrown in. I stumble out the room, hearing Spike yell out something to me getting up, coming towards me. No, no, no this can’t be happening. A random thought that flashes across my consciousness, now I know what Spike felt the first time he saw me with Drusilla. Actually its very similar as he loved us both and while I don’t know if I love Harris, there are definite feelings there but Spike sleeping with him. Why? How? I feel the wall up against my back and I slide down to the floor. I can’t run from this, can’t let the others see me like this. I can’t believe this is effecting me so much. Seeing Buffy and Spike in the alley didn’t have this severe of a reaction. I shouldn’t… we are technically broken up, I shouldn’t behave like this. I need to be solid non-emotions man but I don’t have the energy for it. I pull my legs up to my chest, wrap my legs around them and rest my head on them. I can’t keep my charade up any longer, now everyone can see how upset I am, this last development is just too much on top of everything else.

“Sire, please Sire.” He is standing there near me by the shifting of his feet I can tell that he doesn’t quite know what it is he is supposed to do.

“Just leave me alone, Spike.” My voice sounds tired even to my own ears, that’s because I am. I’m not even sure what it is I’m upset over. Is it because Spike slept with someone else or is it that Spike slept with Xander or maybe its because Xander slept with Spike or maybe its because when I saw them like that I wanted to jump in bed with them. Life was so much simpler when I was in love with Buffy.

“What’s going on?” Xander seems to have come out of his room as well.

“Not right now pet,” Spike replies, “Angel please, I didn’t mean this to happen and we aren’t together anymore so therefore I can see who I want.” I just sit there, I don’t know what to say and my thoughts are spinning round my head so fast that I have no idea what I’m actually thinking.

“Wait a minute, are you telling me the two of you are together now or recently and I’m not talking about a century ago ‘cos I already figured that one out.” I look up at them Xander leaning against the door jam wearing a bathrobe which shows just how much weight he has lost and Spike dressed in only his jeans smoking and pacing while he keeps flickering glances at me or Xander. I wonder what the others would think if they came up here. I wonder what Buffy would think, I don’t think this is what she envisaged when she insisted Xander come and live here. A hysterical laugh escapes from my lips and it is followed by another and another. I know it isn’t funny but I can’t seem to stop the laughter bubbling out, both Xander and Spike just stare at me, looking at me as if they are scared I have just lost it which makes me laugh even harder. I don’t think Xander or Spike have heard me laugh, me not Angelus.

“Yeah mate we were until we had a fight that started about Nina and ended up about Buffy, but right now help me get him up he’s totally flipped it, lets get him into your room and then I think the three of us need a talk.” I feel them on either side of me, urging me up and then propelling me into Xander’s room. I don’t resist instead I’m one big floppy Angel doll. They propel me onto the couch and then Spike goes to open the window, probably trying to help get rid of the smell of sex that permeates these rooms. They sit down in separate seats.

“Okay so what are we doing? ‘Cos I am only here because Buffy passed me onto you guys, so if you want to kick me out go for it but I didn’t know you two were involved but neither did I go and seduce him ‘cos I know seduction of the other residents of AI HQ is a sure fire way to be kicked out, I…”

“Breathe pet.” Spike interrupts the babble fest obviously amused. At least we know that the Xander from Sunnydale is still within this new incarnation of him. Nobody could babble like Xander and Willow.

“I’m not going to kick you out, I…” I sigh now I don’t only have to tell Spike but at the same time tell Xander when there is no point as they are together. “I just came up to talk to Spike, to beg forgiveness and to see if we could try to mend our relationship without jumping into bed straight away but I see that there is no point. We are obviously over because I screwed up one too many times and it is none of my business what the two of you do.” That had been so hard to say, I study my fingernails hoping that they will let me escape soon.
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