Where are you Christmas

Where are you Christmas



Title: Where are you Christmas
Author: FerretGirl
Pairing: Angel/Wes/Spike
Spoilers: Slight spoilers for S5
Rating: NC-17...Eventually..
Warning's: Angst! Sex! Fluff! Violent Evil Beings!...er...The usual.
Disclaimer: Not mine, I'm just borrowing the boys to play with from
time to time.
A big thanks to my Beta's alias_lilacgirl,
foreverwes
and snoopygirll

This is the part where this fics earns it's NC-17 Rating Ladies and Gentlemen.


Where are you Christmas

Wesley opened the door to his office and slammed it shut behind him. That
should give a message to those blood drinking gits. Door closed, means Wesley
is not in the mood. Even they should be able to understand that.

While taking the elevator, he had changed his mind. He wasn't going to go to
their apartment, because Angel and Spike would go there as well. Of course
they would, they did live there. So instead he had decided he was going to
crash on the sofa on his office. Besides, he had a good bottle of Scotch
hidden away in the bookcase. He could do with some Scotch right now

Taking a deep breath he lowered himself onto the sofa.

"You don't look so good, Wes," a female voice said.

Wesley looked up startled and his eyes found those of Cordelia immediately.

"Cordelia," he smiled at her. "What brings your majesty to my
humble abode?"

Cody smiled at Wes and jumped off the chair she was sitting in, to saunter
over to where Wesley sat on the sofa.

"Well I had some time in between my gigs as ghost of Christmas
Present," She started, gesturing at her wardrobe, "and I thought to
myself I'd come by and try to hammer some sense into two hard vampire skulls,
and have a chat with you."

She sat down beside her old friend quietly and looked at him. "You really
don't look good."

"Yes, thank you," Wesley said, "It's amazing what one vampire
mutt and two vampire boyfriends are capable of doing."

"Vampire mutt?"

"Vampire dog, it was turned for a reason that escapes me."

Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Rrrrright."

"You on the other hand look quite well," Wesley said trying to
change to subject.

Cordy being Cordy didn't fall for it. He didn't really think she would.

"Thank you. And they love you, you know that right?" She took his
wounded hand and started to unravel the bloodied handkerchief from it. Old
habits die hard.

Wesley let her look at his hand and sank back in the sofa.

"I know," he sighed. "And normally this fighting wouldn't get
to me this much, but added to this Christmas cheer it was just a little too
much." He rubbed his good hand over his eyes.

Cordelia had found the first aid kit, that Wesley for some reason, was keeping
around in his office. She had bandaged his hand and was now putting the
finishing touches on bandaging the bite wound on his leg.

Wesley lo dow down. He was so wrapped up in his thought's, that he hadn't even
noticed she had taken care of the leg wound as well. Her nursing touch was so
familiar. "Thank you," he said softly.

"You're welcome." She sat back down next to him on the sofa. "I
don't remember you disliking Christmas this much," she gently prodded.

"I don't really dislike Christmas. It's not my favorite fest, mind you,
but I just miss the old days. You know when it was just us, the family."
Wesley smiled as he remembered the parties Cordelia had bullied Angel into
giving. "Everything is different now."

"Things change Wes, but that doesn't mean it's bad." She wriggled
her eyebrows suggestively.

"I know, I'll just have to try harder to adjust."

"Why don't you tell Spike and Angel how you feel?" She wanted to
know.

Wesley gave her a puzzled look.

Cordelia let out an exasperated sigh. "I swear you are as bad as Spike
and Angel. How are they suppose to know how you feel if you don't tell them? I
thought you were the clever one here Wes. They're not mind readers you know."
She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him in a very Cordeliasque
way.

His hands suddenly became very interestin Wes Wesley. He knew she was right.
But it had always been hard to tell anyone how he really felt. His father had
made sure to teach him the 'always hide your true feelings' lesson all to well.

"I know," He muttered still looking at his hands.

Cordy reached out and covered his hands with hers. With her other hand she
cupped his chin and forced him to look at her. "You have to let them in,
Wes, they really want to help you. They want you to be part of what they
have."

Wesley looked at her and smiled. "I'll bet you make a great Ghost of
Christmas Present."

ot;Dot;Damn straight!" Cordy nodded. "Now why don't you go up to
those two and have some hot sweaty make up sex.”

"Cordelia!" Wesley squeeked. "You haven't really changed much
have you?"

"And the same old Wes is still hiding in there somewhere," Cordy
smirked.

"Should I ignore the fact that Angel and Spike have been standing outside
the door eavesdropping?" Wesley asked.

Cordelia thought about that for a moment. "Nah, it'll save a lot of time
knowing they heard our conversation."

A bright light started to envelope her. "I gotta run now, Christmas
awaits, there's work to be done."

"It was nice to see you again Cordelia." Wesley said as he watched
her vanish in awe.

"Good to see you too Wes," Cordy agreed. "Oh and Wes?"

"Yes?"

"Put some ice on that nose, you really don't want to look like Rudolph,"
And with a flash she was gone.

"Same old Cordy," he grinned.

**********~**********

"We have to find out what he misses the most about Christmas and then we
get him that," Angel said nodding resolutely toward Spike.

They were decorating their apartment with some Christmas stuff. They already
had a tree, courtesy of Lorne, and now they were putting candles everywhere.
They had rigged the elevator so Wesley would have to take the stairs up to
their apartment. Meaning that either he was going to be moody...or well,
moodier, or he knew they were up to something. Probably both.

"But what if he wants something we can't give him?" Spike asked.

"Like what?"

"Well I dunno, what if he wants his father's respect anprecpreciation?"
Spike pushed the tip of his tongue out of his mouth trying to light a tiny
candle.

Angel quickly walked over to Spike and lowered his voice. "He never had
that in the first place Spike," he said. "We have to find out what
he misses about Christmas." Angel said.

"Right gotcha," Spike nodded and then turned around when he heard
the door open.

Wesley limped in, fumbling to put the keys back in his pocket. "Angel
you'll want to warn maintenance. The lift..." his voice trailed off as he
took in the candle-lit room.

He looked slowly from Spike to Angel. His hand came up to rub his head again.
Damn, the headache was still there. "But I guess you already knew that,"
he sighed.

"Yeah well, sorry bout that," Spike walked over to Wesley, helping
him out of his jacket. "But we wanted to surprise you."

Angel had come closer as well. He gazed into Wesley's eyes before bending and
capturing his velvet lips. It was a soft, tender kiss. It felt like coming
home. Which was appropriate, since that was what he was doing.

"Oy!" he heard Spike say. "Leave some for me."

And Angel's lips were replaced by Spike's. They tasted so different, their
kisses were so different. Spike's were harder, more passionate. It too, felt
like coming home.

Wesley knew he should be grateful and yes, some part of his body was stirring.
But this headache was killing him. He opened his eyes and wondered when
exactly they had entered their bedroom. He blinked several times when he
noticed he was now only wearing his boxers while both vampires were naked.

He looked up to find Spike trying to catch his eye. Wesley gave him a weak
smile. "Apparently I missed something," he tried to joke.

Spike pushed him down on the bed, a worried look on his face. The vampire took
the opportunity to check Cordelia's handiwork on the wounds. Finding them
satisfactory he looked into Wesley's eyes again. "You should rest some,
pet."

Yes, well, he should, Wesley thought. But some vicodin would be nice. He
raised an eyebrow when out of nowhere a glass appeared in front his face. He
looked up to find Angel grinning down at him. "Thought this might come in
handy," the vampire said.

Angel took the opportunity to check the wounds as well. He sighed in relief
when he discovered nothing to serious.

Wesley sat up accepting the glass gratefully. "Yes, thank you, I do have
a rather bad headache." He brought up his wounded hand to rub his
forehead. He stared wearily at it. "Among other things," he mumbled,
lowering the hand again.

Angel sat down behind him and pulled Wesley against his chest. His hands came
up and he slowly began to massage Wes' temples.

Sighing happily Wesley nestled himself against the broad chest. Angel was very
good at this sort of thing. He could already feel his headache easing.

He gave Spike a smile when he took the glass from him and placed it on the
nightstand. Spike smiled back and closed in for a quick kiss. Pulling back he
carefully placed a wet, cold cloth over the bruised nose. "Thank you,"
Wesley whispered, albeit a bit muffled from behind the cloth.

Flopping down next to them on the bed Spike lazily began to trace circles on
Wesley's stomach. "You know what I miss most about Christmas from the old
days?" he began.

Angel gave him a puzzled look, so wrapped up in what he was doing he had
forgotten the plan. Spike gave him a pointed look in return. Oh right! Angel
smacked himself mentally. "No, what?" he quickly asked.

"Real candles in the Christmas tree," Spike said, "Dangerous,
but they added some mystery ya'know?"

"I miss my Mom's goose, " Angel told them. "She made the best
bird in the whole of Ireland."

Wesley's thoughts had drifted off in an entirely different direction. He could
feel Angel's hard on prodding his thigh and he wished Spike's hand would move
just a tad lower. He had heard the conversation though.

"Snow," he mumbled.

"Huh?" Spike and Angel said almost simultaneously.

Opening his eyes, Wesley took Spike's hand and kissed it. "Snow," he
repeated. He craned his neck backward and kissed Angel. "It's not really
Christmas without snow, or, at the very least, it should be cold."

"So you miss snow?" Spike asked, since Angel's mouth seemed to be
occupied with Wesley's again.

Pulling back from the kiss, Wesley looked at Spike. "Yes, I miss it
sometimes."

Wesley wriggled a bit in Angel's lap and brushed his hand over the vampires
cock. He smiled when that earned him a groan. He could feel his own cock
straining in his boxers, aching to be freed.

"Looks like someone is feeling better," Spike smirked. In one smooth
motion he had pulled Wesley's boxers off his lean frame and tossed them on the
floor. "Oh yes, someone is definitely up."

Angel, reading the situation correctly, had grabbed a bottle of lube and
started to slick up his cock. He lifted Wesley up so the man was sitting on
Angel's legs with his own legs on either side of the vampire. Then he pushed
his well lubricated fingers into Wesley's puckered hole. He moaned watching
Wesley's cock disappear into Spike's mouth.

Wesley's breathing sped up. He groaned loudly at the feeling of being
assaulted from both sides.

He moaned even louder when he felt Angel's cock sliding inside his ass. Angel
gripped his hips tightly and started a lazy up and down pace.

Spike had slicked up his own ass and reluctantly let Wesley's cock slip out of
his mouth. He put his hands on Angel's shoulders and impaled himself slowly
onto Wesley's hard cock. He smirked when Wesley's breathing hitched and he
started to pant.

Leaning forward, Spike kissed first Angel and then Wesley. He groaned into the
man's mouth when he felt Wesley wrap his fingers around his own cold, hard
cock.

Wesley was in heaven. He couldn't do more than kiss what ever body part he
could reach. And jerk off Spike, the feeling of another man's cock in his hand
aroused him even more.

Angel sped up his thrusts, he could feel Wes clenching tightly around him. He
aimed for the ex-watchers prostate with accuracy while his lips latched onto
the man's neck. He had to fight the urge to bite down and drink. He could hear
Spike and Wesley kissing wetly and it brought his climax closer to the edge.

Following his sire's rhythm with ease, Spike adjusted his speed. He used his
muscles to squeeze around Wesley's cock tightly and he could already feel the
other man getting closer.

It always surprised him that Wesley was able to keep up with the both of them.
The hand around his cock only faltered for a moment while adjusting to the new
speed. Spike threaded his hands in Wesley's hair and pulled him closer, his
tongue plundering the warm mouth.

Wesley had trouble breathing. He felt like he was dying, but what a way to go.
He found he couldn't care less. He loved this. Being with Angel and Spike,
surrounded by Spike and Angel. This was heaven, this was hell, this was who he
was and he didn't want anything else.

Without warning he suddenly exploded inside Spike, his screams muffled by
Angel's mouth that had, at some stage, traded places with Spike. His hand
squeezed and pulled Spike's cock hard.

That feeling and the sight of Wesley coming was all Spike needed to climax
himself. He threw his head back and for a moment Wesley thought he was going
to howl like a wolf. Instead Spike let out a long groan as his cold seed
splattered all over Wesley's hand and chest.

Angel sped up, his hands tightly gripping Wesley's hips. There were going to
be bruises come morning he thought, but Wesley didn't seem to care. He felt
Wesley deliberately clench his ass tighter around his cock and, with two swift
thrusts Angel came inside Wesley. He rode out his orgasm lazily kissing Spike
and Wesley in turns.

"Ho, ho ho, Merry Christmas," Spike smirked, reluctantly moving
Wesley's cock out of his ass. He bounced down next to them with a satisfied
grin. He grabbed Wesley hand and licked away his own come and then moved to
clean Wesley's chest with fast and efficient licks.

Angel lifted Wesley carefully off his cock and maneuvered them so that the
ex-watcher was in the middle. "Yeah, Merry Christmas indeed," the
Angel agreed.

Cursing vampire stamina, Wesley just rolled over and laid down on his stomach.
He wasn't able to think straight, let alone form a coherent sentence. And he
was so bloody tired. He was drifting off before his head had nestled
comfortably into the pillow. He didn't even feel it when two kisses were
dropped on his shoulders and the blankets were pulled over him.

TBC...


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FerretGirl