Life (or Unlife) Goes On
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Adult ++
Chapters:
43
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Strip Tease
A/N: Thankyou to everyone who reads specially those who reveiw. The song is Rebel Yell by Billy Idol, I do not own, I just changed the she's to he's. Also, I can't think of a title for my yet-to-be-written Oz/Andrew one-shot set in this verse so I'm issueing a challenge, if you think up a title let me know and the best one will be used when I write the fic.
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Chapter Thirty-Seven
Angel’s POV
Finally. Yes, I finally get to have the two of them. My boys. Xander looks between Spike and me and then suddenly drops to his knees, head down. I think I’m starting to understand his need to be submissive. He is always to control of himself, of his emotions being the rock that he needs this time to not have to worry about everything to just be. Its similar to my need to be in dominant in the bedroom most of the times because outside of this room I feel swept along by circumstance, like as much as I want to I can’t control anything. Spike, well he just likes sex. Being dominant goes along with his big bad image but sometimes he needs to be under his Sire, being my boy. Right now, I need to be in control but also express my feelings for them through my actions. I move back to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Xander, stand up. Spike, take off his shirt.” Xander stands looking at me puzzled but Spike smiles knowing what is going on. I watch as he draws Xander towards him and they kiss side on to me so that I can see Spike’s vigorous use of his tongue, see Xander’s cheeks hollow as he sucks on the appendage. Watch as the dark-haired beauty sneaks his hands down until they can grip and massage those perfect, firm butt cheeks of Spikes. Hearing him moan I smile knowing how much he loves having them fondled, they are his little fetish. I stand up and quickly remove my pants and shirt then scoot back so that I’m resting against the headboard where I can enjoy the show in comfort without worrying if my rock-hard erection will poke a hole through my $200 slacks. The two boys are still wrapped around each other and they haven’t paid attention to me. As much as this is arousing, there won’t be a main event, for Xan at least if they keep going. I clear my throat and they turn to look at me, I smile at their appreciative gazes that are mapping out my body, I draw them back to the task at hand, so to speak.
“William, that shirt isn’t going to remove itself.” He goes to rip it and I speak again. “Slowly, show your appreciation.” Each button is undone with care and he licks the revealed skin, little kitten licks, my childe has always been good with his tongue. My new brown-headed lover’s breath is coming in gasps and moans. I watch his hands clench and unclench as he tries to restrain his hands from grabbing Spike’s head to force it lower. His erection is clearly noticeable bulging against his jeans. I start to stroke myself while watching them, they paint a beautiful picture. Xander’s head back, his neck fully stretched, little droplets of sweat running down his tanned, smooth chest. He contrasts sharply against Spike, his white-blond hair, pale skin, and mouth working to give Xander pleasure. Eventually Xander’s shirt falls to the ground but they don’t seem to notice as Spike continues to thrust his tongue into Xander’s belly button and chew on the edge.
“Xander, come here.” As if sleepwalking he walks to grab my outstretched arm and I pull him onto the bed until he is lying between my legs with his head on my chest. I feel the bed dip as Spike attempts to join us and I lift my head to glare at him.
“Oh, no Spike, I really don’t think so. You are overdressed to join us on the bed.” He moves to rip his t-shirt off but I stop him again.
“No not like that either.” He stares at me for a second trying to intimidate me, which is never going to work on his Sire.
“Well what the bloody hell do you want me to do then?” I draw it out longer pretending to think about it when I know exactly what I want him to do.
“What do you think baby? Do you think we should get him to give us a show? Would you like that Xan?” I ask as my hand snakes around to just brush against the hard bump of his nipple. The boy is smart enough to quickly catch onto my idea and play along.
“Mmmm,” he stretches showing off his delectable sun kissed skin, “I think that might be a good idea.”
“Oh bollocks, fine. Just wait til I set up the CD player and find a CD ‘cos there is no way in hell I am stripping to Manilow.” Xander chuckles at that but I am to aroused to feel indignant at that jab.
“Don’t you go laughing whelp, Patsy Cline is just as bad.”
“Hey. Its got a better beat than the Sex Pistols at least. There is no way you can strip to that noise.”
“Hurry up then childe or we might just have to go on without you.” I interrupt their music scrap before it progresses into a full on argument. I would like to get laid at some point tonight, hopefully more than once. He glares at me and then quickly slips out of the room to get whatever he wants to play. I look down at Xander and card my fingers through his hair, I like it long, it suits him. He turns around and next thing he is nibbling at my bottom lip. When he pulls back I plunge to take his nipple, ring and all, into my mouth and suck hard. I hold him to me as he bucks against me. Its almost as if there is a electrical wire running down his spine.
“I’m waiting and the Big Bad doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” I release the swollen nub and Xander turns around so that his back is to my chest. My hand takes over from my mouth on his chest and I look up at Spike expectantly. Has he put eyeliner on? And why has he got more clothes on than before? His hair is all spiky and he has put on a silver chain around his neck. He is wearing his beloved duster with an open red shirt under it over the top of his black top. A black belt with silver buckle around his black jeans and his scuffed Doc Marten’s complete the look. He smirks at my amazement and in that instant he is definitely sex on legs. He presses the play button on the portable CD player Lorne put in here years ago when he was babysitting Conner. Music belts out into the room, something with a nice beat for him to dance to. Spike’s hips gyrate and then to my amazement he starts to sing accompanied by the music.
Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door
Last night a little angel Came pumpin cross my floor
He said "Come on baby I got a licence for love
And if it expires pray help from above"
He is absolutely fucking gorgeous. He thrusts his arms out for a minute so it looks like he’s on a cross, then his arms come down and his coat slithers off them onto the floor. He steps away and turns for a minute letting us glimpse his ass. He is the bad boy totally confident in himself and his abilities as he struts around singing.
In the midnight hour he cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell he cried- "more, more, more"
In the midnight hour babe- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"
More, more, more.
With every more his hips are thrust out again. Xander is softly singing along and I can feel his dick trying to create another hole in his pants. I undo his fly so that he has some room to breathe but I slap his hands when they move towards it. We are just watching at the moment, even though the way he is bouncing in my lap is becoming pure torture.
He don't like slavery, he won't sit and beg
But when I'm tired and lonely he sees me to bed
What set you free and brought you to be me babe
What set you free I need you here by me
Because
The red shirt joins the coat on the floor and he turns around and bends down to undo his shoes. Somehow he manages to continue to sway to the music as he does this. I wonder why the CD only has music, no words but that thought is quickly tossed aside as he stands up and slowly runs his hands down his body. He smiles at us and frames his hard demin-clad cock with his hands. I can’t help but moan at the sight.
In the midnight hour he cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell he cried- "more, more, more"
In the midnight hour babe- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"
He starts to play with his nipples through his top. The way he gasps and arches his neck is guaranteed to make anyone incredibly horny instantaneously. His hands slide down his body to his belt that is undone with incredible slowness. Xander is full on panting and arching his hips wanting friction.
He lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the seven eleven
Well he's out all night to collect a fare
Just so long, just so long it don't mess up his hair.
The belt is quickly pulled out of the pants and he makes a show of sliding the leather along his body before cracking it like a whip next to him. It then is swung above his head a couple of times like a cowboy before he throws it at us.
I walked the ward with you, babe
A thousand miles with you
I dried your tears of pain, babe
A million times for you
He suddenly seems to get very serious and he sings straight us staring into my eyes but still moving with the music. I nod to signal that I understand what he is saying with the song. I don’t know if Xander understands but through this he is demonstrating to us what he cannot yet say for fear of rejection, he loves us both of us and he would do anything for us even more than he did for Buffy. That knowledge just makes this whole thing even hotter.
I'd sell my soul for you babe
For money to burn with you
I'd give you all, and have none, babe
Just, just, justa, justa to have you here by me
Because
The t-shirt is slowly lifted so that we can have a glimpse of those washboard abs. The top is pulled back down before being literally ripped off and I lick my lips at the sight. I hear a moan from the body in front of me and his chest is being thrusted into my hand wanting more touches, more sensation.
In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"
In the midnight hour babe- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried "more, more, more"
More, more, more.
Those beautiful poets hands trace his torso and I admire how the black nail polish stands out against the skin. They slowly head southwards to the extremely obvious bulge. The first button of the fly is undone and he smirks when he turns around before turning back and pulling down the zip. His hands go above his head as his jeans fall down to the ground so he’s left standing in all his glory.
Oh yeah little baby
he want more
More, more, more, more, more.
He crawls up onto the bed and prowls towards us, in predator mode looking dangerous and sexy as hell. We open our arms and he joins us, so the three of us are together right where we should be.
Oh yeah little baby
he want more
More, more, more, more.
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Bubbysbub: Thankyou so much for reveiwing every chapter since you found this fic, its appreciated and so this chapter is for you with all its smutty goodness, I hope you enjoy
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Angel’s POV
Finally. Yes, I finally get to have the two of them. My boys. Xander looks between Spike and me and then suddenly drops to his knees, head down. I think I’m starting to understand his need to be submissive. He is always to control of himself, of his emotions being the rock that he needs this time to not have to worry about everything to just be. Its similar to my need to be in dominant in the bedroom most of the times because outside of this room I feel swept along by circumstance, like as much as I want to I can’t control anything. Spike, well he just likes sex. Being dominant goes along with his big bad image but sometimes he needs to be under his Sire, being my boy. Right now, I need to be in control but also express my feelings for them through my actions. I move back to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Xander, stand up. Spike, take off his shirt.” Xander stands looking at me puzzled but Spike smiles knowing what is going on. I watch as he draws Xander towards him and they kiss side on to me so that I can see Spike’s vigorous use of his tongue, see Xander’s cheeks hollow as he sucks on the appendage. Watch as the dark-haired beauty sneaks his hands down until they can grip and massage those perfect, firm butt cheeks of Spikes. Hearing him moan I smile knowing how much he loves having them fondled, they are his little fetish. I stand up and quickly remove my pants and shirt then scoot back so that I’m resting against the headboard where I can enjoy the show in comfort without worrying if my rock-hard erection will poke a hole through my $200 slacks. The two boys are still wrapped around each other and they haven’t paid attention to me. As much as this is arousing, there won’t be a main event, for Xan at least if they keep going. I clear my throat and they turn to look at me, I smile at their appreciative gazes that are mapping out my body, I draw them back to the task at hand, so to speak.
“William, that shirt isn’t going to remove itself.” He goes to rip it and I speak again. “Slowly, show your appreciation.” Each button is undone with care and he licks the revealed skin, little kitten licks, my childe has always been good with his tongue. My new brown-headed lover’s breath is coming in gasps and moans. I watch his hands clench and unclench as he tries to restrain his hands from grabbing Spike’s head to force it lower. His erection is clearly noticeable bulging against his jeans. I start to stroke myself while watching them, they paint a beautiful picture. Xander’s head back, his neck fully stretched, little droplets of sweat running down his tanned, smooth chest. He contrasts sharply against Spike, his white-blond hair, pale skin, and mouth working to give Xander pleasure. Eventually Xander’s shirt falls to the ground but they don’t seem to notice as Spike continues to thrust his tongue into Xander’s belly button and chew on the edge.
“Xander, come here.” As if sleepwalking he walks to grab my outstretched arm and I pull him onto the bed until he is lying between my legs with his head on my chest. I feel the bed dip as Spike attempts to join us and I lift my head to glare at him.
“Oh, no Spike, I really don’t think so. You are overdressed to join us on the bed.” He moves to rip his t-shirt off but I stop him again.
“No not like that either.” He stares at me for a second trying to intimidate me, which is never going to work on his Sire.
“Well what the bloody hell do you want me to do then?” I draw it out longer pretending to think about it when I know exactly what I want him to do.
“What do you think baby? Do you think we should get him to give us a show? Would you like that Xan?” I ask as my hand snakes around to just brush against the hard bump of his nipple. The boy is smart enough to quickly catch onto my idea and play along.
“Mmmm,” he stretches showing off his delectable sun kissed skin, “I think that might be a good idea.”
“Oh bollocks, fine. Just wait til I set up the CD player and find a CD ‘cos there is no way in hell I am stripping to Manilow.” Xander chuckles at that but I am to aroused to feel indignant at that jab.
“Don’t you go laughing whelp, Patsy Cline is just as bad.”
“Hey. Its got a better beat than the Sex Pistols at least. There is no way you can strip to that noise.”
“Hurry up then childe or we might just have to go on without you.” I interrupt their music scrap before it progresses into a full on argument. I would like to get laid at some point tonight, hopefully more than once. He glares at me and then quickly slips out of the room to get whatever he wants to play. I look down at Xander and card my fingers through his hair, I like it long, it suits him. He turns around and next thing he is nibbling at my bottom lip. When he pulls back I plunge to take his nipple, ring and all, into my mouth and suck hard. I hold him to me as he bucks against me. Its almost as if there is a electrical wire running down his spine.
“I’m waiting and the Big Bad doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” I release the swollen nub and Xander turns around so that his back is to my chest. My hand takes over from my mouth on his chest and I look up at Spike expectantly. Has he put eyeliner on? And why has he got more clothes on than before? His hair is all spiky and he has put on a silver chain around his neck. He is wearing his beloved duster with an open red shirt under it over the top of his black top. A black belt with silver buckle around his black jeans and his scuffed Doc Marten’s complete the look. He smirks at my amazement and in that instant he is definitely sex on legs. He presses the play button on the portable CD player Lorne put in here years ago when he was babysitting Conner. Music belts out into the room, something with a nice beat for him to dance to. Spike’s hips gyrate and then to my amazement he starts to sing accompanied by the music.
Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door
Last night a little angel Came pumpin cross my floor
He said "Come on baby I got a licence for love
And if it expires pray help from above"
He is absolutely fucking gorgeous. He thrusts his arms out for a minute so it looks like he’s on a cross, then his arms come down and his coat slithers off them onto the floor. He steps away and turns for a minute letting us glimpse his ass. He is the bad boy totally confident in himself and his abilities as he struts around singing.
In the midnight hour he cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell he cried- "more, more, more"
In the midnight hour babe- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"
More, more, more.
With every more his hips are thrust out again. Xander is softly singing along and I can feel his dick trying to create another hole in his pants. I undo his fly so that he has some room to breathe but I slap his hands when they move towards it. We are just watching at the moment, even though the way he is bouncing in my lap is becoming pure torture.
He don't like slavery, he won't sit and beg
But when I'm tired and lonely he sees me to bed
What set you free and brought you to be me babe
What set you free I need you here by me
Because
The red shirt joins the coat on the floor and he turns around and bends down to undo his shoes. Somehow he manages to continue to sway to the music as he does this. I wonder why the CD only has music, no words but that thought is quickly tossed aside as he stands up and slowly runs his hands down his body. He smiles at us and frames his hard demin-clad cock with his hands. I can’t help but moan at the sight.
In the midnight hour he cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell he cried- "more, more, more"
In the midnight hour babe- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"
He starts to play with his nipples through his top. The way he gasps and arches his neck is guaranteed to make anyone incredibly horny instantaneously. His hands slide down his body to his belt that is undone with incredible slowness. Xander is full on panting and arching his hips wanting friction.
He lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the seven eleven
Well he's out all night to collect a fare
Just so long, just so long it don't mess up his hair.
The belt is quickly pulled out of the pants and he makes a show of sliding the leather along his body before cracking it like a whip next to him. It then is swung above his head a couple of times like a cowboy before he throws it at us.
I walked the ward with you, babe
A thousand miles with you
I dried your tears of pain, babe
A million times for you
He suddenly seems to get very serious and he sings straight us staring into my eyes but still moving with the music. I nod to signal that I understand what he is saying with the song. I don’t know if Xander understands but through this he is demonstrating to us what he cannot yet say for fear of rejection, he loves us both of us and he would do anything for us even more than he did for Buffy. That knowledge just makes this whole thing even hotter.
I'd sell my soul for you babe
For money to burn with you
I'd give you all, and have none, babe
Just, just, justa, justa to have you here by me
Because
The t-shirt is slowly lifted so that we can have a glimpse of those washboard abs. The top is pulled back down before being literally ripped off and I lick my lips at the sight. I hear a moan from the body in front of me and his chest is being thrusted into my hand wanting more touches, more sensation.
In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"
In the midnight hour babe- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried "more, more, more"
More, more, more.
Those beautiful poets hands trace his torso and I admire how the black nail polish stands out against the skin. They slowly head southwards to the extremely obvious bulge. The first button of the fly is undone and he smirks when he turns around before turning back and pulling down the zip. His hands go above his head as his jeans fall down to the ground so he’s left standing in all his glory.
Oh yeah little baby
he want more
More, more, more, more, more.
He crawls up onto the bed and prowls towards us, in predator mode looking dangerous and sexy as hell. We open our arms and he joins us, so the three of us are together right where we should be.
Oh yeah little baby
he want more
More, more, more, more.