Steam

Title: Relief
Series: Steam
Author: Emmy
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I own nothing and seek no profit from this story. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Xander's still a demon magnet. This time it's not Buffy who rescues him. Complete PWP.
Pairing: Xander/Angel, with a side of Spike.
Warning: Strong sexual content. Adult language. M/M slash.
Spoilers: Season 5 of Angel, vaguely.
Distribution: Anywhere I personally put it. All others please ask. Main archive: Emerald Illusions.
Feedback: YES. Please. Is anybody even reading this series?

Notes: Did I mention this has no plot? Don't expect answers as to why Angel and Spike are where they are . . . just enjoy the smut.

Thanks to Gabrielle for the beta!!

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Xander was not sure if he should be horrified or amused that, even in Africa, he could still attract demons. He was caught somewhere between groaning in defeat and laughing at his uncanny ability to draw the worst sort of women to his side. Anya and Cordelia, it seemed were the exception to the rule. Possibly Faith as well, but she *had* tried to kill him that time. He fought off another urge to giggle at his situation as he realized that it could be hysteria setting in. He would not be surprised if it were, considering . . . well, things.

He had, after all, been caught with his pants down -- literally. The demon-woman he'd spent the evening with had been in the middle of giving him the best blow job of his life when . . . help . . . arrived. Now he was standing in an alley with his back up against a wall, his pants around his ankles, and staring into rather amused brown eyes. Angel's eyes to be exact. Of all the people who might possibly rescue him, it had to be Angel. Xander had no idea what the vampire was doing in Africa, was not sure he cared at all, and really wanted nothing more than to run up the street and away from him as quickly as possible. He wanted to forget this night ever, ever happened. More than nearly anything. He could not do that, however, with his pants around his ankles, or with Angel standing so very close to him.

"You know she would have bitten your dick off the second you started to come, right?"

Xander blinked. "I do now."

"You, Harris," Angel began, "really know how to pick them, huh? How the hell do you do it? How do you find all these crazy demons?"

"They find me," Xander snapped. "Now move so I can get dressed, leave, and forget all about this whole fucked-up night."

Angel licked his lips. "I don't think so."

"What?" Xander asked quickly. "What don't you think?"

He smirked. "I don't think I'm going to move just yet. I think I'm going to do an experiment . . . get a taste of what it is you have to offer."

"What? No. What?" Xander stared at him. "Huh?"

Angel rolled his eyes and leaned in just a bit closer. "I want to know what the fucking fuss is about."

"No way," Xander protested instantly. "No way. There will be no experiment. No tasting. Move. Now."

He tried to bend down to pull up his pants only to find Angel's right hand on his shoulder, holding him in place. Xander had all of a second to realize what was happening before he felt the vampire's left hand close around his semi-erect cock. "Fuck," he said harshly as Angel squeezed him.

"Only if you're really lucky."

There was a scathing remark on the tip of Xander's tongue. Really. There was. He never got it out, though, because Angel chose that moment to stroke his thumb over the tip of Xander's cock, and that's when his body betrayed him. His cock twitched in Angel's hand. Xander bit his lip and wished he could deny it, but it was impossible now . . . Angel clearly knew he was turned on.

The vampire chuckled and dropped to his knees. The protest Xander had once more been about to voice died on his lips when he felt Angel's mouth surround him. He sucked in a harsh breath and released it slowly on a hiss of pleasure. He had been wrong. Very, very wrong. The demon Angel killed had not been giving him the best blow job ever. This was the best blow job ever.

Angel's tongue swirled around his tip, dipping into the slit and then around again. One hand stroked the base of Xander's penis with practiced ease, while the other brushed across his balls. Xander heard himself whimper as Angel stroked that little patch of sensitive skin just behind his testicles, and wished silently that he wasn't enjoying things so much. Angel suddenly engulfed Xander's cock, taking him fully into his mouth, and Xander cried out. He gripped Angel's shoulders as the vampire began to deep throat him, and Xander knew he would not last much longer if things didn't let up a little.

It was only then that he smelled it. Cigarette smoke. Xander glanced around quickly, dreading what -- who -- he'd see, though somewhere inside he knew who he would find. Just knew. Then he saw him.

Spike.

Standing across the alley, leaning against the other building, smoking, watching as Angel went down on him, was Spike. Spike. The other vampire met Xander's gaze and smirked, arching his eyebrow in greeting. Angel tugged on his balls then, and he gasped at the almost painful sensation. "Shit."

"Pay attention, boy," Angel said harshly. "Don't get distracted."

"But Spike . . ." Xander protested, unsure of what he was going to say.

Angel looked up at him, and licked his lips. "Spike? You just now saw him, huh? Tell me, Xander, do you want Spike to join us? Because I swear you got harder when you saw him."

"I . . ."

Angel was on his feet then, his face mere inches away from Xander's. "You want Spike to finish you off, Xander? You want to feel his sweet, full lips wrapped around your cock? You want to fuck his mouth while I'm fucking you? You want me to slam myself into your ass so hard, so good, you won't be able to walk for a week?"

Xander moaned as Angel's hand began to stroke him once more. The vampire was still talking, still telling him what he would do -- or he was offering to do it, Xander wasn't sure. Angel's words, combined with the way he and Spike were still staring at each other, were too much for Xander. He came hard, thrusting into Angel's hand, his gaze never leaving Spike's intense eyes. Angel lifted his hand to his mouth, and Xander watched as the vampire licked himself clean. "Fuck," he managed.

Spike walked lazily across to them then and leaned in to kiss Angel, mumbling something about wanting a taste. Xander moaned at the sight, despite himself, and earned a smirk from the vampires. Angel bent down and pulled Xander's pants up for him. "Maybe next time, Harris. Maybe next time."

"What?" Xander asked, confused.

Spike grinned at him, and spoke to Xander for the first time. "Maybe next time you'll get that fuck, Whelp. If you're lucky."

They said nothing else, just turned and walked away. Xander fastened his pants and watched them go, all the while wondering if he wanted there to be a next time, if the chance presented itself again. He tried to tell himself to be disgusted over what happened, about actually getting that turned on, but he couldn't manage it. Tonight had been . . . pleasurable. Really pleasurable. And, the truth was, if that next time ever came, Xander wasn't sure he'd protest too much.

End Ficlet.

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