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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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2,139
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1
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Chapter 3 - Endeavor
CHAPTER 3 - Endeavor
Angel smiled at the two interwoven, identical vampires, wrapped in an embrace of passion while feeding, sprawled across the bed of Spike and Baby's room. He could hear and 'feel' them all the way down the hall, as, most likely, could every other vampire in the building. How Baby had managed to remain in the shower with this going on was a mystery to him, but he had noticed that the water was no longer running.
He inhaled the intoxicating scent of the two Spikes deeply. He wasn't exactly sure just how long he could remain a silent spectator, and after his time and discussion with Cordelia, he wasn't sure he should. They were obviously unaware of his presence just inside the doorway. The way they were right now, they'd have been unaware of the apocalypse! Angel slipped out of his blue silk shirt and continued watching them as calm, and their human features, returned. They never stopped caressing and touching one another, though the purpose and intensity of it changed.
He tilted his head curiously, thinking that perhaps to an outsider this would almost appear incestuous in some ways, but it couldn't be really. They weren't related, though they shared the same genetic code, and in vampire culture, so much about blood and sex was intertwined with lineage and sires and family that very little ever appeared distasteful or inappropriate, particularly when it came to the security and intimacy of their pride.
Angel looked up when he felt Baby standing near him. She was watching the boys with a contented smile on her face, but she obviously had no intention of joining them. She was dressed. She gazed up at Angel with an unusually soft smile, then glanced back at the boys. Her message was clear. This was male bonding time and Angel had just been invited. She placed an encouraging hand on his shoulder and kissed him softly on the cheek. Things were so much better between them, this one gesture seemed filled with significance to them both. Belonging. All is forgiven within their family.
Baby breathed in the aroused scent of her Spikes one more time and held it inside her, then quietly slipped out the joining door. He was extraordinarily pleased at how things had resolved and calmed down after the Buffy fiasco. Sometimes Baby truly surprised him with her maturity and ability to pinpoint exactly what needed to be done to make things universally better for the Scourge. This was one those times.
Spike shifted beneath his other self, his eyes still closed dreamily as he continued to enjoy the afterglow of intimacy. He felt the puncture wounds at his neck being licked slowly and deliberately, healing them, just as so much of his time with the Scourge was healing his spirit. He sighed contentedly before opening his eyes and finding Angel ministering to him. The realization was a bit startling, but with an expression of approval from the clear blue eyes of his twin, he relaxed and tried to return to that euphoric place. Older Spike had one hand on his younger self, caressing his exposed shoulder and arm, and the other lighting brushing his fingernails down Angel's bare back. Once the punctures had closed, Angel's tongue began to explore the jaw line of the man beneath him, nipping and kissing playfully at his chin and throat and then melting into a deep, passionate joining of lips and tongues in a kiss which both surprised and excited the younger Spike
This was not what he had expected. He had honestly tried to avoid being in the same room with Angel after the things that had been said and done to Baby last week. Buffy had managed to make a muck of everything she touched once again. Spike had feared that after only a few days on the Hellmouth and around the Slayer, the bad karma of the place would destroy the well-organized and devoted clan which had formed around Angel and the other Spike. He had feared not only that Spike might kill Angel, but that he himself might give it a shot. He reallllly didn't like how Angel had treated Baby.
Yet, here the three men were sharing caresses and kisses as if no harsh words had been spoken, no threats had been made, nor punches thrown. Spike was overwhelmed with a feeling of belonging and acceptance because even in the middle of such intense conflict these people cared for him. Not just his physical well-being but also his extremely fragile sense of self-worth. Both men continued to touch and stroke him in an almost rehearsed dance, subtle looks and expressions communicating to each other what the other intended to do. It was at once relaxing and thrilling.
The silence of their affections was broken when the older Spike abruptly sat up. "Peaches, you're over dressed." The mischievous grin on his face demonstrated that this was a game they had played before. The older Spike glanced at his mirror image and nodded, and before a word could be spoken, Angel was on his back on the bed while the two blond vampires began to remove his pants. "If you're going to join the
party, Angelus," said one of the Spikes, "you must learn to dress, or undress, appropriately," teased the other. With that, his jeans vanished into a pile at the foot of the bed and the two identical vampires pounced on him.
The romp which ensued began playfully enough. Once all three were naked it became a free-for-all of hands, fingers, nails, legs, feet, backsides, necks, lips, tongues, and pale, hard penises, thrashing about and punctuated with occasional growls and moans of satisfaction. The younger Spike took a liking to Angel's ears and nibbled them, while Angel took a turn at sucking on the older Spike's fingers, which tasted distinctly like the other Spike, and older Spike had thrown one of his slender, yet muscular legs across Angel's stomach and tickled his twin's hip and groin with his toes while pressing and grng hng his own erection into Angel's side. It looked a bit like an Angel sandwich except the bread and lunch meat were constantly moving.
Grasping hands moved lower on each vampireody,ody, waists and buttocks were caressed and teased, scratched and probed, while hungry mouths joined in a three-way feast. Angel would taste one Spike, then the other, then they would take their turn with each other as Angel nibbled their chins and throats. Each vampire would slip in and out of game face to suit his whim and utilize fangs as desired, though blood had not yet become a part of their play.
Angel led the descent into the lower regions as he kissed down the younger Spike's chest, teasing his nipples as he proceeded down to his navel, plunging in his tongue and twisting before sliding down into the not exactly blonde curls between Spike's hips. His hands traveled behind the younger vampire, grabbing two handfuls of arse and squeezing as he buried his face deeper in his groin, careful to not yet touch the extraordinary erection. Older Spike started in on Angel's back, rubbing and licking his way down to the lovely curve of his hips and dwelling with playful nips at the back of his thighs. His hands moved around front, caressing and grasping his hipbones as Spike raised up and pressed his hardon up against Angel's arse, rubbing in slow, methodical circles up against the puckered opening. Angel sighed his approval and responded by sliding his mouth over the younger Spike's cock, lapping and sucking almost viciously as his "victim's" fingers tangled into hair, tugging and pulling in response to what their leader was doing to his body. They took their time, occasionally shifting and turning to find better access to one another.
Baby's Spike rummaged in the night stand for a few moments before producing some fairly large bottles of oil. He thumbed through the flavors/scents. Raspberry did not appeal to this group, though it was one of Baby's favorites. He settled on Sandalwood, lovely scent, no flavor which could overpower the dilectable taste each man owned individually. He poured a generous amount into his hand and to those suddenly outstretched to him. There were three. He wasn't sure who they belonged to. The younger Spike found himself standing beside the bed, with Angel's head, face up, between his legs, tonguing and sucking on his balls as his oil-covered hand began a slow, torturous pump on his now extremely sensitive cock. The older Spike straddled Angel's wide and muscular chest and began licking tea teasing Angel's erection while the younger Spike used his well-oiled hands to coat and rub his older self's anus and testicles, sliding one hand between his legs and squeezing the lovely alabaster cock dangling over Angel's chest. He rested his head on his twin's back, licking and biting lightly, and let his hand fall into the same rhythm Angel played on him. Older Spike picked up on the tandem strokes and synchronized his mouth accordingly, then slid his oiled hand beneath Angel and began rubbing slow circles around his tight opening. Angel's tongue followed suit as he began rimmming the younger vampire, who then did the same to the arse in front of him.
Their coordination was impressive. With each movement one made, the others added to it barely seconds later until it almost seemed they were doing these things to themselves as much as to each other. The room itself was awash in the scent of sandalwood and precum mixed with the scents of the men themselves, all mingled into a heady, intoxicating concoction that would have caused any mortal to lose consciousness. Superimposed on that were the sounds ... licking, sucking, moans of pleasure and anticipation, which dissolved into whimpers and begs to finish each other off. Each man began to move more frenetically, stroking and sucking, pulling and squeezing with more intensity and strength until within a fraction of a second of each other, they came with howling cries ostacstacy and release. Spike swallowed Angel deeply ito his throat as his grandsire poured into him, while he himself shot all over Angel's abdomen, almost catching himself in the chin. Angel squeezed excruciatingly hard on the younger Spike just as he came hard between his twin's legs sending him into game face and a definite bite into his older self's hip. There was little blood there, but enough to inspire the other two to follow suit, Angel biting into the standing Spike's inner thigh and the other Spike biting into Angel's body around the hilt of his cock, still buried deeply in Spike's throat. They all drew blood at once and all came together again in a roar of pleasure that shook the windows of the entire hotel.
******
Wesley Wyndham-Pryce had been walking down the hall toward Spike's room when the hallway echoed with the deafening combined roar of the three vampires. He had been on his way to invite the Spike from this dimension on another hunting trip, since he appeared to have enjoyed the last one a great deal. Now Wesley realized he had a decision to make. He stood quietly outside Spike's door, weighing the pros and cons of interrupting them and wondering whether or not he should knock. The room had quieted, so he turned the knob and entered. It appeared to be empty, with the only evidence that anyone had even been there being the mostly destroyed linen on the bed. He stepped in and started to close the door when six arms and three naked bodies engulfed him like a hungry hoard, dragged him to the bed and threw him onto it.
The expression on his face sent the three men into a cascade of laughter.
"Come on, Wes," Angel said, "Like we couldn't hear and smell you 20 feet down the hall?"
Wes stammered, "Well, I ..."
"Well you what, Wes?" Older Spike queried, moving so close to him that Wesley could feel the words he spoke as much as hear them. "You thought you'd join us?" he said with a teasing smile. Without waiting for an answer, he pressed his lips roughly to Wesley's, parting them with his tongue and not giving the man any opportunity to reply. He was joined a moment later by younger Spike and Angel who spent the next few minutes skillfully freeing the former watcher from the nuisance called clothing.
******
Cordelia was just finishing the last touches on her make up when Baby smiled for no apparent reason. Cordy whispered to her conspiratorially, "Do you really think Wes went to ask Spike out hunting?"
Baby's expression was priceless. "With the amount of pheromones, testosterone, and arousal filling this floor?," she chuckled, "Not a chance."
Drusilla joined them and smiled as well, "My Wesley has joined the game, he has. Won't that be fun?"
The three women looked at one another for a moment, Cordelia breaking the silence and speaking about the men as if they were embroiled watg spg sports on television. "They're going to be awhile, let's go shopping. Nordstrom is open until ten."
Quietly walking down the hall, they stopped outside Spike's room and paused, inhaling deeply. After a smile of appreciation to each other, the two vampires and the demon left the hotel in search of treasures and sales.
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Song Lyrics: “Soul Cages” by Sting
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Angel smiled at the two interwoven, identical vampires, wrapped in an embrace of passion while feeding, sprawled across the bed of Spike and Baby's room. He could hear and 'feel' them all the way down the hall, as, most likely, could every other vampire in the building. How Baby had managed to remain in the shower with this going on was a mystery to him, but he had noticed that the water was no longer running.
He inhaled the intoxicating scent of the two Spikes deeply. He wasn't exactly sure just how long he could remain a silent spectator, and after his time and discussion with Cordelia, he wasn't sure he should. They were obviously unaware of his presence just inside the doorway. The way they were right now, they'd have been unaware of the apocalypse! Angel slipped out of his blue silk shirt and continued watching them as calm, and their human features, returned. They never stopped caressing and touching one another, though the purpose and intensity of it changed.
He tilted his head curiously, thinking that perhaps to an outsider this would almost appear incestuous in some ways, but it couldn't be really. They weren't related, though they shared the same genetic code, and in vampire culture, so much about blood and sex was intertwined with lineage and sires and family that very little ever appeared distasteful or inappropriate, particularly when it came to the security and intimacy of their pride.
Angel looked up when he felt Baby standing near him. She was watching the boys with a contented smile on her face, but she obviously had no intention of joining them. She was dressed. She gazed up at Angel with an unusually soft smile, then glanced back at the boys. Her message was clear. This was male bonding time and Angel had just been invited. She placed an encouraging hand on his shoulder and kissed him softly on the cheek. Things were so much better between them, this one gesture seemed filled with significance to them both. Belonging. All is forgiven within their family.
Baby breathed in the aroused scent of her Spikes one more time and held it inside her, then quietly slipped out the joining door. He was extraordinarily pleased at how things had resolved and calmed down after the Buffy fiasco. Sometimes Baby truly surprised him with her maturity and ability to pinpoint exactly what needed to be done to make things universally better for the Scourge. This was one those times.
Spike shifted beneath his other self, his eyes still closed dreamily as he continued to enjoy the afterglow of intimacy. He felt the puncture wounds at his neck being licked slowly and deliberately, healing them, just as so much of his time with the Scourge was healing his spirit. He sighed contentedly before opening his eyes and finding Angel ministering to him. The realization was a bit startling, but with an expression of approval from the clear blue eyes of his twin, he relaxed and tried to return to that euphoric place. Older Spike had one hand on his younger self, caressing his exposed shoulder and arm, and the other lighting brushing his fingernails down Angel's bare back. Once the punctures had closed, Angel's tongue began to explore the jaw line of the man beneath him, nipping and kissing playfully at his chin and throat and then melting into a deep, passionate joining of lips and tongues in a kiss which both surprised and excited the younger Spike
This was not what he had expected. He had honestly tried to avoid being in the same room with Angel after the things that had been said and done to Baby last week. Buffy had managed to make a muck of everything she touched once again. Spike had feared that after only a few days on the Hellmouth and around the Slayer, the bad karma of the place would destroy the well-organized and devoted clan which had formed around Angel and the other Spike. He had feared not only that Spike might kill Angel, but that he himself might give it a shot. He reallllly didn't like how Angel had treated Baby.
Yet, here the three men were sharing caresses and kisses as if no harsh words had been spoken, no threats had been made, nor punches thrown. Spike was overwhelmed with a feeling of belonging and acceptance because even in the middle of such intense conflict these people cared for him. Not just his physical well-being but also his extremely fragile sense of self-worth. Both men continued to touch and stroke him in an almost rehearsed dance, subtle looks and expressions communicating to each other what the other intended to do. It was at once relaxing and thrilling.
The silence of their affections was broken when the older Spike abruptly sat up. "Peaches, you're over dressed." The mischievous grin on his face demonstrated that this was a game they had played before. The older Spike glanced at his mirror image and nodded, and before a word could be spoken, Angel was on his back on the bed while the two blond vampires began to remove his pants. "If you're going to join the
party, Angelus," said one of the Spikes, "you must learn to dress, or undress, appropriately," teased the other. With that, his jeans vanished into a pile at the foot of the bed and the two identical vampires pounced on him.
The romp which ensued began playfully enough. Once all three were naked it became a free-for-all of hands, fingers, nails, legs, feet, backsides, necks, lips, tongues, and pale, hard penises, thrashing about and punctuated with occasional growls and moans of satisfaction. The younger Spike took a liking to Angel's ears and nibbled them, while Angel took a turn at sucking on the older Spike's fingers, which tasted distinctly like the other Spike, and older Spike had thrown one of his slender, yet muscular legs across Angel's stomach and tickled his twin's hip and groin with his toes while pressing and grng hng his own erection into Angel's side. It looked a bit like an Angel sandwich except the bread and lunch meat were constantly moving.
Grasping hands moved lower on each vampireody,ody, waists and buttocks were caressed and teased, scratched and probed, while hungry mouths joined in a three-way feast. Angel would taste one Spike, then the other, then they would take their turn with each other as Angel nibbled their chins and throats. Each vampire would slip in and out of game face to suit his whim and utilize fangs as desired, though blood had not yet become a part of their play.
Angel led the descent into the lower regions as he kissed down the younger Spike's chest, teasing his nipples as he proceeded down to his navel, plunging in his tongue and twisting before sliding down into the not exactly blonde curls between Spike's hips. His hands traveled behind the younger vampire, grabbing two handfuls of arse and squeezing as he buried his face deeper in his groin, careful to not yet touch the extraordinary erection. Older Spike started in on Angel's back, rubbing and licking his way down to the lovely curve of his hips and dwelling with playful nips at the back of his thighs. His hands moved around front, caressing and grasping his hipbones as Spike raised up and pressed his hardon up against Angel's arse, rubbing in slow, methodical circles up against the puckered opening. Angel sighed his approval and responded by sliding his mouth over the younger Spike's cock, lapping and sucking almost viciously as his "victim's" fingers tangled into hair, tugging and pulling in response to what their leader was doing to his body. They took their time, occasionally shifting and turning to find better access to one another.
Baby's Spike rummaged in the night stand for a few moments before producing some fairly large bottles of oil. He thumbed through the flavors/scents. Raspberry did not appeal to this group, though it was one of Baby's favorites. He settled on Sandalwood, lovely scent, no flavor which could overpower the dilectable taste each man owned individually. He poured a generous amount into his hand and to those suddenly outstretched to him. There were three. He wasn't sure who they belonged to. The younger Spike found himself standing beside the bed, with Angel's head, face up, between his legs, tonguing and sucking on his balls as his oil-covered hand began a slow, torturous pump on his now extremely sensitive cock. The older Spike straddled Angel's wide and muscular chest and began licking tea teasing Angel's erection while the younger Spike used his well-oiled hands to coat and rub his older self's anus and testicles, sliding one hand between his legs and squeezing the lovely alabaster cock dangling over Angel's chest. He rested his head on his twin's back, licking and biting lightly, and let his hand fall into the same rhythm Angel played on him. Older Spike picked up on the tandem strokes and synchronized his mouth accordingly, then slid his oiled hand beneath Angel and began rubbing slow circles around his tight opening. Angel's tongue followed suit as he began rimmming the younger vampire, who then did the same to the arse in front of him.
Their coordination was impressive. With each movement one made, the others added to it barely seconds later until it almost seemed they were doing these things to themselves as much as to each other. The room itself was awash in the scent of sandalwood and precum mixed with the scents of the men themselves, all mingled into a heady, intoxicating concoction that would have caused any mortal to lose consciousness. Superimposed on that were the sounds ... licking, sucking, moans of pleasure and anticipation, which dissolved into whimpers and begs to finish each other off. Each man began to move more frenetically, stroking and sucking, pulling and squeezing with more intensity and strength until within a fraction of a second of each other, they came with howling cries ostacstacy and release. Spike swallowed Angel deeply ito his throat as his grandsire poured into him, while he himself shot all over Angel's abdomen, almost catching himself in the chin. Angel squeezed excruciatingly hard on the younger Spike just as he came hard between his twin's legs sending him into game face and a definite bite into his older self's hip. There was little blood there, but enough to inspire the other two to follow suit, Angel biting into the standing Spike's inner thigh and the other Spike biting into Angel's body around the hilt of his cock, still buried deeply in Spike's throat. They all drew blood at once and all came together again in a roar of pleasure that shook the windows of the entire hotel.
******
Wesley Wyndham-Pryce had been walking down the hall toward Spike's room when the hallway echoed with the deafening combined roar of the three vampires. He had been on his way to invite the Spike from this dimension on another hunting trip, since he appeared to have enjoyed the last one a great deal. Now Wesley realized he had a decision to make. He stood quietly outside Spike's door, weighing the pros and cons of interrupting them and wondering whether or not he should knock. The room had quieted, so he turned the knob and entered. It appeared to be empty, with the only evidence that anyone had even been there being the mostly destroyed linen on the bed. He stepped in and started to close the door when six arms and three naked bodies engulfed him like a hungry hoard, dragged him to the bed and threw him onto it.
The expression on his face sent the three men into a cascade of laughter.
"Come on, Wes," Angel said, "Like we couldn't hear and smell you 20 feet down the hall?"
Wes stammered, "Well, I ..."
"Well you what, Wes?" Older Spike queried, moving so close to him that Wesley could feel the words he spoke as much as hear them. "You thought you'd join us?" he said with a teasing smile. Without waiting for an answer, he pressed his lips roughly to Wesley's, parting them with his tongue and not giving the man any opportunity to reply. He was joined a moment later by younger Spike and Angel who spent the next few minutes skillfully freeing the former watcher from the nuisance called clothing.
******
Cordelia was just finishing the last touches on her make up when Baby smiled for no apparent reason. Cordy whispered to her conspiratorially, "Do you really think Wes went to ask Spike out hunting?"
Baby's expression was priceless. "With the amount of pheromones, testosterone, and arousal filling this floor?," she chuckled, "Not a chance."
Drusilla joined them and smiled as well, "My Wesley has joined the game, he has. Won't that be fun?"
The three women looked at one another for a moment, Cordelia breaking the silence and speaking about the men as if they were embroiled watg spg sports on television. "They're going to be awhile, let's go shopping. Nordstrom is open until ten."
Quietly walking down the hall, they stopped outside Spike's room and paused, inhaling deeply. After a smile of appreciation to each other, the two vampires and the demon left the hotel in search of treasures and sales.
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Song Lyrics: “Soul Cages” by Sting
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