The Demon's Way

The wolf bared its teeth and struggled to move away from the vampire, but Xander had caught me around the middle and, with the hyena’s strength, was holding me still without much trouble. Spike grabbed my throat again when he saw me struggling, putting just enough pressure on that I could feel how sharp those teeth were, then releasing again when I stilled. I suppose I should be grateful he didn’t tear my throat out, but actually I was kind of disappointed.



“Grab his legs, love,” I heard him say to Xander as my human started coming to. I felt Xander’s arms release mine and take a hold of my legs right below my knees. He pulled my legs back, up, and apart, leaving me completely open to the vampire that was about to take me. Spike, finished freeing his manhood from his pants, grabbed my hands in one of his, so that I couldn’t even scratch or struggle, and leaned down to nibble at my thigh. I gasped and sobbed, thrashing my head wildly, but Xander grabbed the back of my neck in his powerful jaws and forced me to submit. I was helpless in the grip of two larger, stronger demons.

Spike didn’t nibble for long. After a few cursory licks to the area, he bit down on my bruised thigh, opposite to the one where Xander had bitten last night, and I realized suddenly that I was about to be mated to both of them. The wolf in me howled in distress, but only panicked gasps escaped my lips as Spike drank languidly from the small cut he’d created.



“Shh,” he whispered softly against my skin, then licked the wound closed. “’S almost over. Few rough minutes, then you’ll be right as rain.”



“Minutes, huh?” I heard Xander tease from behind me, and I realized he’d released my neck so that he could nuzzle my spine. “More like seconds.”



“Oi!” Spike hissed, offended. “see if we can’t put your mouth to better use, you spoiled prat,” he said, thrusting his hand over my shoulder. I heard Xander hum and the nuzzling of my neck stopped for a moment. When Spike pulled his hand back, two of his fingers were wet. I didn’t have time to contemplate what Xander had been doing as Spike pressed one of the slick fingers into me.



I snarled. Xander had been rough last night, and I was sorer than I could have imagined down there. I tried to kick out of Xander’s grip, but he held firm, murmuring soothingly into my ear as Spike relentlessly pressed the digit deeper into me. I gasped as icy shivers of pain went up my spin. Spike started moving his finger inside me and I cried out in pain.



“God, Xan, d’you screw him with a knife last night or what?” Spike asked in frustration, pulling his finger out



“Well excuse me if I wasn’t as suave and debonair as I had hoped. It was your idea to do it animal style anyway.”



“It would have taken too long to get through to the human. Romance is tedious and bloody borin’. ‘Sides, the wolf knows who he belongs to now. Heh. Or he’s about to,” Spike said, grasping my hips and pressing his dick against my entrance. As the head penetrated me, I screamed in pain.



But… once the head got through, it really wasn’t all that bad. I was still sobbing, but probably from the humiliation more than the actual hurt. Spike didn’t thrust into me wildly, but gave me time to adjust as he pressed in slowly. And, after a minute, the pain started to fade and his thrusts were less painful and really just… annoying. It didn’t help much that Xander still had me folded nearly in half, with my legs spread out like a wishbone.



Of course, that position was about as bad for Spike as it was for me, because he couldn’t get a good enough grip to really thrust into me, and I heard him growl in frustration before giving up.



“Bloody hell! Give him here! I’ve had about enough of this, Karma Sutra be damned!” he said, pulling me away from Xander and, while I was still mostly impaled on his shaft, spinning me around so that I was on my knees. I would have been kind of impressed, if he hadn’t been… you know… fucking me.



Once I was on my knees where he could get a good, solid grip on me, Spike snapped his hips forward and buried himself to the hilt. I cried out, but it was in surprise more than pain. Xander, meanwhile, had moved from his original position and was now on all fours again, doing that thing where he sniffed at my groin. Spike stopped long enough to smile at him as he looked up inquisitively.



“Sure thing, pet. ‘E’s human enough. He’ll love it. Go on, see if you can’t make him howl,” he said, and went back to thrusting inside of me. Xander hesitated on a moment, then turned and took my dick all the way into his mouth.



Honestly, at that moment, I couldn’t have cared less if Spike had been fucking me with a screwdriver. I let out something between a moan and a scream, thrusting my hips into Xander’s lips, then pulling back and inadvertently thrusting myself onto Spike’s dick. The pain from Spike being inside me had almost completely faded, and the feel of Xander’s hot mouth around my shaft was almost more than I could take. I thrust a few more times, then he sucked hard and growled in the back of his throat, and I came almost painfully hard, spurting my seed into his mouth as I gasped in completion. I heard Spike moan behind me and a cool wetness filled my insides before the vampire slumped against me. I felt Xander licking me clean and Spike started to pull out, but I was just too spent to care and blacked out.



I knew someone was carrying me, but I was too tired to open my eyes. I felt them put me down and cover me with something soft and warm, and then a body laid down on either side of me. I felt someone nuzzling my neck and thought it must be Xander, but then that would leave Spike gently running his hands down my arms, and that didn’t seem to make any sense either. And whose body was I curled up against anyway? It was all too much to answer, and I faded back to sleep.



It must have been hours later that I awoke to a jostling as someone got up and moved away, because I woke up sore all over. Someone was still holding me against his chest, and I was curled up like a puppy and draped all over him. I prayed it was Xander, but the lack of heat emanating from the form beneath me signified otherwise. I tried to stretch out my legs and moaned as the movement sent a spike of pain right up my spine.



“Shh,” I heard Spike’s gravely voice whisper as a cool hand stroked my back. “Know you’re hurtin’ like a bitch, pet, but you’ll have to wait it out a bit longer. Xan’s runnin’ a nice bath for ya, getcha all nice an’ squeaky. Just need to wait for the tub to fill.”



“What the hell is this, some kind of vampiric aftercare?” I wondered before I realized I was talking. Behind me, Spike laughed, and I couldn’t help but open my eyes and look at him. It was a mistake, because Spike is damn handsome when he laughs.



“Didn’t know you’d be into the sadism scene, pet. Maybe we can make some dreams come true for you, huh?”



“Not unless you’re willing to don a pair of stilettos and get some double D implants.”



“Not damn likely.”



“Oh, I don’t know,” I heard Xander say as he walked in. “You’d look pretty hot in some heels. The double D’s might be a little much, though. I’d think you’re a B cup at most.”



“Hardy har,” Spike growled. “We’ll see how you look in a tutu if you don’t knock it off. We’ve got more important things to do.”



“That’s what you always say when you’re losing,” Xander whined, but let it drop. “The bath’s ready, if you want to bring him.”



“Sure thing,” Spike said, tossing the blanket off both of us and revealing that we were both shockingly and equally naked. I didn’t have time to react, though, because in the next minute Spike was lifting me off the bed and I was whimpering as my sore muscles protested the movement.



“What a nice fit you make,” Spike said, grinning at me. “Like a doll in my arms, eh?”



“Screw you,” I responded. I wasn’t usually so sensitive about my size, but after the past few days I was starting to realize what a disadvantage it put me at in the demon world.



“Don’t let him get to you,” Xander soothed, walking beside us as Spike carried me out of the room. “He’s just happy to finally have someone he can carry. He tried it with me once, but I’m bigger than he is.”



“Oi! You got from point A to point B without being dropped.”



“Yeah, but we both looked like lunatics.”



“Who the hell cares what we looked like?” Spike replied. “Like the minions are going to say anything.”



“No, that’s certainly not going to happen,” Xander said, but there was something a little less perky to this comment. I didn’t get time to think about it, though, as we entered a large, lavish bathroom and Spike lowered me into a huge, steaming bathtub.



I hissed as I hit the water, feeling the sting from all the little cuts and scrapes that were still healing on my body. The heat started to relieve my soreness immediately, and in a second it no longer hurt to breathe, although I was still pretty much screwed for any kind of movement. I tipped my head back and let my eyes slip closed, just reveling in the sensation of finally being pain-free. A second later I heard a splash and I opened my eyes to see that Xander had climbed in on one side of me and Spike on the other.

I should probably mention about now that the tub we were in was about the size of a small pool. It was honestly more of a hot-tub than bathtub, but if they were willing to let me get soap all through it I wasn’t going to complain.



“Mm, this is the life!” Spike sighed, leaning back in the water.



“It’s stuff like this that makes me happy to be a kept man,” Xander added, enjoying the water equally as much.



“Oi! And here I thought it was the brilliant sex.”



“Well… that certainly doesn’t hurt.”



“Not if we’re doin’ it right… and sometimes if we are,” Spike said, smirking at Xander.



“You ass.”



“Mm-Hm. And a fine one at that.”



“Dude, just stop. That was awful.”



“No taste,” Spike replied, but they were both smirking, so I could only assume that this was normal, positive banter.



“Well, can’t be lazy all day,” Spike continued after a few minutes of silence. “Time to get cleaned up and hop out,” he said, then turned and advanced on me, brandishing a rag.



“Oh hell no!” I protested, backing up until I ran into Xander. “I can wash myself! Fuck off!”



“I’m sure you can wash yourself, pet, but you aren’t going to be able to take care of the wounds we put on your ass. Now, be a good pup and bend over.”



“How about I just go lay down in my corner?” I suggested, then lunged toward the closest side of the tub. Xander was faster, though, and caught me around the middle. My attempt at escape had made me face the absolute wrong direction, and Xander was able to conveniently hoist me until my feet weren’t touching the bottom and lean me over the edge of the tub, so that my ass was perfectly presented to Spike while Xander held me in place.



Let’s just say, I didn’t take it well. I thrashed and kicked and yelped and growled, but Xander had me in a position that gave me no leverage, with one hand holding the back of my neck and the other pinning my arms, and he was still about twice my size. All my thrashing did was wear me out, which is when Spike moved up directly behind me, pinning my legs open by inserting his body between them and pressing his hips into my thighs. My body remembered the pain he could cause me and I found myself shivering and submitting. The wolf knew a dominant male when he saw it.



Spike was gentle as he pried my cheeks apart, carefully washing me with soft, firm strokes. He hissed under his breath and I felt Xander move to look at whatever Spike was upset about. The conferred about something in hushed tones above me, but the blood pounding in my ears made it impossible to tell what they were saying. Spike moved away then, and when he returned he smeared some kind of slimy lotion that stung like hell into my ass. I cursed and thrashed again, with the same results as before.



“Hush, pet. You’ve torn a bit here, that’s all.”



“And whose fault is that?” I growled, glaring even though I couldn’t turn my head to see him.



“Yours. If you would have just relaxed like I told you, you would have been fine.”



“You shouldn’t have been sticking your dick in my ass!”



“I’m taking care of it. Be grateful I’m actually trying to get you better, not just ramming into you again,” Spike retorted snidely, getting annoyed.



“Yeah, well… It wouldn’t be much fun for you to have me screaming like a stuck pig beneath you.”



“Actually I rather enjoy…”



“Give it up, Spike,” Xander interrupted. “It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that Oz is going to be pissed with us. We did rape him yesterday.”



“No, I raped him. You mated him.”



“There isn’t much difference between mating the unwilling and rape. Actually, it’s pretty much the same thing. But, regardless, that’s why we were supposed to talk to him the next morning, before you screwed him.”



“Oi! You know I hate to see you with others! I wasn’t going to be left out a second longer, you prick.”



“You didn’t have to be left out at all if we had gone about this my way,” Xander snapped back. “But you, as usual, wanted to follow your balls instead of your brains.”



“Now listen here,” Spike growled, “I know exactly what I’m do-…”



“Not to disturb this little spat,” I put in angrily, “but do you think you two could possibly resume this discussion when one of you doesn’t have his fingers in my ass?” I yelled. The other two were silent for a minute, then Spike laughed.



“Sure thing, pet. I can see you’re getting a little antsy. Let’s get you into bed,” he soothed as the two of them released me and stepped back.



“How about you two get into bed and I’ll just get my ass out of here.”



“Nah, I think your ass is the one part that really needs to stay,” Spike said, sneering at me as he stepped out of the tub. Xander had already gotten out and wrapped a towel around his waist while Spike was helping me move my sore and protesting body out of the warm, soothing water, so I found a towel wrapped around me as soon as I was out as Xander began to pat me dry.



“I can do that myself,” I protested, but it lacked the ferocity of my other protests. I was running out of energy to fight it.



“I know, and I promise that next time you can fight me all you want about it, but do you think you could just go with the flow a little today?” Xander asked, his voice dropping low as he watched Spike dry off and walk into the bedroom. Once Spike was gone, he turned his serious brown eyes on me. “I swear, neither of us will jump you again today, okay? We just… Look, I know Spike’s an ass, but he had good intentions with all this. Unfortunately, he’s an idiot and he doesn’t understand things like convincing or seducing. Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that I know you’re totally exhausted, so why don’t you just go along with us for today? I won’t let Spike hurt you, and we both know you’re in no condition to be fighting us right now anyway. You can rest and we’ll explain some stuff, and if you still feel like running away you can try it again tomorrow, alright?”



“How are you supposed to stop Spike from doing whatever he wants? You’re submissive to him,” I protested, wanting to believe that I would have at least a little time to recuperate and get my bearings, but afraid that Xander was just trying to get me to drop my guard. It was hard to tell whose side he was on.



“I may submit to him, but that doesn’t mean he controls my every move. I probably couldn’t overpower him, but I really don’t think it will come to that. If you don’t want to have sex with Spike today, I swear you won’t have to.”



“Or you?”



“No, I’m going to jump you right now,” Xander growled sarcastically. “Yes, of course the rule applies for me too.”



“What the hell is going on here, Xander?” I asked softly, staring at my hands as he finished securing the towel around my waist. “What is this? What am I doing here?”



My voice must have sounded as lost as I felt, because Xander slowly stepped up beside me and put his arm around my shoulders. My gut reaction was to flinch away. Less than a day ago, this same person had been on my back, holding my neck while fucked me into the ground. In an hour, he could be doing the same thing again. I knew trusting him could be showing weakness, but… God I needed that. I need some kind of support and compassion. I was desperate, and Xander had been a good friend to me in the past. Not a close friend, perhaps, but he wasn’t a bad guy, and I was starting to think the world was full of bad people. I needed to think that someone might care about me even a little, so I let Xander put his arm around me and even dared to lean against him as I tried to keep myself from totally breaking down.



It only lasted a minute, and then Spike was calling us from the other room and Xander pulled back, giving me a minute to get control of myself before guiding me back into the bedroom. I must have looked like an old man, limping across the bedroom as Xander guided me back to the large bed. I noticed as soon as I tossed myself down that someone had changed the sheets, although I kind of doubted it was Spike, who was playing with some bottles on the bedside table. I let myself enjoy the feeling of lying still for just a minute, before I had to breathe and that feeling disappeared. I hissed in pain as my ribs protested.



“Rough day there, eh puppy?” Spike asked, plopping down on the bed beside me. I growled, glaring at him.



“No touching,” I warned, pushing myself up to my elbows.



“That’s not what the whelp said and you know it,” he replied, pushing me back down. “I’m not going to screw you,” he said, crawling onto the bed and settling his weight across my hips, causing me to gasp in shock. “Now hush up ‘n let me work.”



“It’s alright, Oz,” Xander said, sitting down beside us. “Spike’s pretty good at this. Just let him work,” he told me, and before I could ask what he meant Spike had splashed warm oil onto my back and was rubbing my shoulders. I moaned and sagged onto the bed against my will. Pretty good? Hell, this was better than sex. Which, considering what I had just been through, wasn’t saying much, but it was still really good.