New Order

A/N: Thanks to LadyV for her always encouraging comments. This chapter was beta'd by carinas_carinae, who is kind enough to beta all my work these days. Thanks!! And as always, your comments are appreciated. Let me know how I'm doing...





Angel gestured to Spike and the vampire reluctantly moved from the bed. Angel knew his childe would be just as sore as he was from remaining still for two days and he wanted to make sure Spike was taking care of himself.



After making sure Oz was settled in next to Xander, Angel and Spike headed to the shower. Spike was walking stiffly and Angel knew that a hot shower would help. He wanted to press Spike against the tiles and give him a better reason to be walking funny.



Angel’s cock swelled at the thought. He was already half hard from watching Oz’s earlier display. Now he was watching Spike’s naked form move into the shower. Angel stepped in behind him and pressed close. He ran his hands across Spike’s tight abdomen, feeling the outline of the firm muscles.



He stood there for several moments, holding Spike’s body to his and caressing the shower-warmed skin. Spike pushed his hips back into Angel’s, seeking more contact with his Sire’s erection.



Angel obliged and grasped Spike’s hips, holding him tightly and thrusting against him. Spike’s body was so hard, every muscle defined and every part of him fitting perfectly against Angel. Angel pressed his cock against the crease of his ass and Spike flexed the muscles, pulling him further into the split.



Spike bent forward and braced himself against the wall of the shower. Angel spread him apart and pressed forward, easing his erection into the tight hole. Spike moaned as he felt Angel slowly moving into him. His Sire wasn’t in a hurry and his thrusts were gentle, stretching Spike slowly. Spike pushed his hips back, demanding more friction and Angel answered his demand with a hard pistoning of his hips.



Their pace became more frantic and Spike pushed his hands against the wall, holding his body steady for Angel’s thrusts. He squeezed his muscles, holding Angel tightly inside him, and Angel pushed forward again before exploding inside of Spike. He pulled Spike up, keeping himself inside Spike’s body, and moved his wrist to Spike’s mouth.



Angel bit down on Spike’s neck and grasped his cock, pulling and twisting as he sucked from the bite. Spike bit down on Angel’s wrist and the blood of his Sire filled him. He came, shooting against the shower wall, as Angel fed from him. They released each other at the same time and Spike spun around to face Angel.



Angel put his hands on Spike’s face and caressed his defined cheekbones with his thumbs. He kissed his childe gently, thanking him without words. Spike returned the kiss before soaping up the washcloth and cleaning both of their bodies.



They returned to the bedroom, clean and sated, and saw Oz holding Xander to him. Angel wanted to throw the smaller man from the bed but knew that Xander must have initiated the contact: Xander was quite the snuggler in his sleep.



Oz watched Angel, waiting for the explosion that never came. He had been sitting beside Xander when his friend rolled over and latched onto his body. Knowing he needed the contact, Oz hadn’t stopped him but settled down next to Xander, holding him.



Spike moved back to his spot on the other side of Xander and Angel moved towards Oz. Angel slid into bed beside him and wrapped an arm across Oz’s body to reach Xander. He felt Oz tense up before he relaxed into the embrace.



Angel propped his head up on his other hand and watched the three bodies lying close to him. A werewolf, a human, and a vampire. He was getting quite the collection.



He watched them for hours, alternating between the three of them, but keeping a closer watch on Xander who stirred several times but didn’t wake up. Angel checked on his minions and the other demons as well, and made sure the ones holding vigil outside his room were taken care of.



Eventually Xander began to wake and his three guardians petted and talked softly to him as he came around. His eyes fluttered open and he looked around in confusion before seeing the familiar faces around him. Angel bit his wrist and held it to Xander’s mouth and the human latched on before he thought about what he was doing.



He had taken several long pulls before he realized that he was drinking Angel’s blood but by that time he was feeling it’s affects and wasn’t about to stop. After several more swallows, Angel gently pulled his wrist away and Spike replaced it with his own.



The blood helped him come further awake and when Spike moved his wrist away, Xander pulled himself up and propped against the headboard. He had no idea what he was supposed to say or do in this situation.



They all sat there for minutes before Oz finally broke the silence. “How’re you feeling, Xander?” The words were simple but once the silence was broken, it was easier to start talking.



“I’m okay, I guess. Really weak, though. And kind of hungry.” Xander looked self-consciously down at his emaciated form. “I haven’t really been hungry in a while.”



Spike looked Xander over carefully. His pet must have lost at least 40 pounds in the months he was gone. His body was no longer the softly muscled form Spike loved to curl into. Now he was little more than skin and bones.



“Well, pet, let’s see if we can round you up something to eat.” Spike moved to the door and gave instructions to the demons outside. He immediately returned to Xander’s side.



Oz was very curious about the relationship between Xander and the vampires. Back in Sunnydale, Xander was the last person he ever would have imagined in this position. He was vehement in his dislike for Angel, and Oz remembered his frequent attacks against Buffy for her relationship with him, especially after it ended so tragically.



But now Xander was here, in bed with two vampires, and clearly marked by them. Oz knew enough about vampires to know that the marks were significant, if he didn’t really know what they meant. It was obvious that Angel and Spike cared for him.



Xander was lying in the bed thinking similar thoughts. He had left them because their relationship wasn’t real. Their bond and claim on him was forced, and now he was back, unable to survive without them. He didn’t think that leaving was going to be an option anymore.



But he didn’t know what exactly his options were. One thing he knew for sure was that they weren’t just going to pick up where they left off, as if nothing happened. Being here, surrounded by them, and now Oz as well, was too much. He cared too much for them still and he until they figured out what was real between them and what was the result of the spell, he wouldn’t continue their relationship.



Oz noticed immediately when Xander tensed and he watched the painful emotions cross his friend’s face. He wanted to talk to him, help him figure out what was going on, but he didn’t think it was a conversation they could have in front of Angel and Spike.



There was a knock at the door and at Angel’s ‘enter’ several minions entered carrying trays. They handed one to Spike, who laid it over Xander’s lap and the other they passed to Angel, who gave his to Oz. Mugs of blood were given to the vampires and the minions departed.



Angel could see that they were pleased to see Xander up and awake. They ate and drank quietly and when Xander weakened, Oz reached for his spoon and helped him with his soup.



Spike didn’t know what to make of Oz, but he did know he wasn’t going to let the werewolf take his pet away.