New Order
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Angel the Series › Threesomes/Moresomes
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Adult +
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50
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97
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New Order part 43
Spike pulled Oz up and stripped his shirt off. Xander was still lying between them, watching every move. Spike looked down at him while pulling his own shirt off and they lay down again around Xander, waiting for him to make the next move.
Xander was scared. He wanted Spike. He wanted Oz. But he was still scared and he hated feeling so helpless. He looked up at Spike and let his fear show, knowing his vampire would help him, would know what he needed.
Spike pulled Oz over until he was sprawled half over Xander. He kissed the wolf, with eyes open and watching Xander. Oz let himself be handled, knowing that Spike knew Xander and his desires better than he did.
Oz felt Xander’s hand reach up and stroke his arm, feeling the strength there and teasing the muscles with soft teasing touches. Spike was still devouring his mouth and he felt himself being pushed down, his head getting closer and closer to Xander.
Spike pulled away, leaving Oz’s lips wet and swollen before offering them to Xander. Xander lifted his head and captured Oz’s lips with his own. He let out a little sigh of pleasure as their tongue’s met and tangled.
Spike watched them kissing for a moment before pulling them apart and moving his own lips to Oz’s nipple. He bit down, causing Oz to growl low in his chest and then he felt Xander shift and capture its twin between his own teeth.
Oz was quivering with desire, his body taut and aching. Spike released his tender skin with a pop and looked over at Xander. Xander gave one last lick to the tight nub before attaching his mouth to Spike’s, gathering the taste of his vampire in his mouth.
Spike reached over to Oz and pulled him in closer. The three mouths met in a tangle of lips and tongues until finally Xander fell away, gasping for breath. Spike kept hold of Oz and watched Xander. “Having fun, pet?”
Xander nodded, mute. He wanted to feel again, to remember these sensations. He wanted to be loved, to be touched, to feel safe. He just hadn’t imagined Oz would be involved.
Neither had Angel. Deciding to check on Xander and see what the other two were up to, Angel had headed up the stairs. He could smell their arousal before he reached the top. He slammed into the room, expecting to yell at Oz and Spike for fooling around while Xander was sleeping, only to see Xander’s smiling face with his lips swollen from kisses.
All eyes turned to him and Xander blushed and looked away. Angel let out a soft growl that drew Xander’s eyes back to his. He held out his hand to Angel. “Angel.” He whispered the word, wanting his other lover there as well. Needing him by his side as his body reawakened to the pleasures of touch.
Spike grabbed Oz and pulled him over Xander’s body to his other side as Angel moved forward to the bed and filled the now empty spot at Xander’s side. He pressed himself tightly against the thin body, drinking in the feel of his claimed one.
Angel pressed his forehead to Xander’s and looked into his eyes. “I’ve missed touching you, holding you.”
“I’ve missed that, too.” Xander reached a hand up and held onto the back of Angel’s head, keeping them pressed together. They stayed that way, foreheads touching, bodies pressed together until Spike moved Oz back beside Xander and they all slid in next to each other.
Xander sighed, letting the feelings of safety and comfort wash over him. Angel pulled back, glancing at Spike before turning his head and baring his neck. Spike leaned over and bit down, opening a wound before pulling back.
Angel nodded his gratitude before lowering his neck to Xander’s mouth. Xander opened and greedily started pulling in the offering. When Angel finally pulled back, Xander was licking the remaining drops of blood from his lips.
The sight of his pink tongue trailing through Angel’s dark red blood shot a burst of lust through Angel. His claimed one with his blood covering his lips and tongue. It was nearly enough to make Angel lose the tight rein he was keeping on his control.
He leaned in towards Xander, ready to devour his lips again but noticed that Xander’s breathing had changed. Suddenly Xander was gasping for breath, his panicked eyes turning to Angel for help.
Xander’s eyes grew wide as he raised a hand to clutch at his throat. Angel watched, frozen in terror as Xander’s face began to redden and his eyes begged for help. Angel leaned closer to Xander, not knowing what to do. He pulled him up so that Xander was sitting instead of lying but that didn’t help.
Finally, Oz leaned forward and sniffed at Xander’s neck. He pulled back alarmed and moved to Angel to repeat the gesture. He looked at Spike, who looked even more pale than usual.
“Shit, Angel. There’s something wrong with your blood. Shit.” Oz bit into his own wrist, pushing the bleeding wound to Xander. Angel shot out his hand, stopping Oz from giving him the blood. “Is it safe? Will it hurt him?”
“It’s fine. It won’t hurt him, I swear.” Angel released Oz’s wrist and Oz held it to Xander’s mouth. “Angel, help him get it down. He’s got to get something in him to dilute it.”
Angel was spurred to action and began rubbing Xander’s throat, coaxing the powerful wolf blood into him. He looked to Oz who was biting into his other wrist and pressing it to Spike. His childe bit in gratefully, and drew a few deep swallows before pulling away.
Spike had only gotten a small amount of Angel’s blood when he bit into his neck for Xander, but it was enough to confuse him and slow down his reflexes. Now that he had some of Oz’s blood, his mind was quickly clearing.
He jerked towards Xander, ready to help. His breathing was slowly leveling off but as they all watched, he slipped into unconsciousness again. Their howls of rage and terror could be heard throughout the hotel and minions and demons alike came running.
The door flung open and the minions feared the worst as their Master was laying over his claimed one, who was again unconscious. They could smell his fear and rage and as the smells increased, so did their sense of his power. No one would doubt just how far Angel had come since the changes. It was there for all to see and smell.
New Order part 43
Spike pulled Oz up and stripped his shirt off. Xander was still lying between them, watching every move. Spike looked down at him while pulling his own shirt off and they lay down again around Xander, waiting for him to make the next move.
Xander was scared. He wanted Spike. He wanted Oz. But he was still scared and he hated feeling so helpless. He looked up at Spike and let his fear show, knowing his vampire would help him, would know what he needed.
Spike pulled Oz over until he was sprawled half over Xander. He kissed the wolf, with eyes open and watching Xander. Oz let himself be handled, knowing that Spike knew Xander and his desires better than he did.
Oz felt Xander’s hand reach up and stroke his arm, feeling the strength there and teasing the muscles with soft teasing touches. Spike was still devouring his mouth and he felt himself being pushed down, his head getting closer and closer to Xander.
Spike pulled away, leaving Oz’s lips wet and swollen before offering them to Xander. Xander lifted his head and captured Oz’s lips with his own. He let out a little sigh of pleasure as their tongue’s met and tangled.
Spike watched them kissing for a moment before pulling them apart and moving his own lips to Oz’s nipple. He bit down, causing Oz to growl low in his chest and then he felt Xander shift and capture its twin between his own teeth.
Oz was quivering with desire, his body taut and aching. Spike released his tender skin with a pop and looked over at Xander. Xander gave one last lick to the tight nub before attaching his mouth to Spike’s, gathering the taste of his vampire in his mouth.
Spike reached over to Oz and pulled him in closer. The three mouths met in a tangle of lips and tongues until finally Xander fell away, gasping for breath. Spike kept hold of Oz and watched Xander. “Having fun, pet?”
Xander nodded, mute. He wanted to feel again, to remember these sensations. He wanted to be loved, to be touched, to feel safe. He just hadn’t imagined Oz would be involved.
Neither had Angel. Deciding to check on Xander and see what the other two were up to, Angel had headed up the stairs. He could smell their arousal before he reached the top. He slammed into the room, expecting to yell at Oz and Spike for fooling around while Xander was sleeping, only to see Xander’s smiling face with his lips swollen from kisses.
All eyes turned to him and Xander blushed and looked away. Angel let out a soft growl that drew Xander’s eyes back to his. He held out his hand to Angel. “Angel.” He whispered the word, wanting his other lover there as well. Needing him by his side as his body reawakened to the pleasures of touch.
Spike grabbed Oz and pulled him over Xander’s body to his other side as Angel moved forward to the bed and filled the now empty spot at Xander’s side. He pressed himself tightly against the thin body, drinking in the feel of his claimed one.
Angel pressed his forehead to Xander’s and looked into his eyes. “I’ve missed touching you, holding you.”
“I’ve missed that, too.” Xander reached a hand up and held onto the back of Angel’s head, keeping them pressed together. They stayed that way, foreheads touching, bodies pressed together until Spike moved Oz back beside Xander and they all slid in next to each other.
Xander sighed, letting the feelings of safety and comfort wash over him. Angel pulled back, glancing at Spike before turning his head and baring his neck. Spike leaned over and bit down, opening a wound before pulling back.
Angel nodded his gratitude before lowering his neck to Xander’s mouth. Xander opened and greedily started pulling in the offering. When Angel finally pulled back, Xander was licking the remaining drops of blood from his lips.
The sight of his pink tongue trailing through Angel’s dark red blood shot a burst of lust through Angel. His claimed one with his blood covering his lips and tongue. It was nearly enough to make Angel lose the tight rein he was keeping on his control.
He leaned in towards Xander, ready to devour his lips again but noticed that Xander’s breathing had changed. Suddenly Xander was gasping for breath, his panicked eyes turning to Angel for help.
Xander’s eyes grew wide as he raised a hand to clutch at his throat. Angel watched, frozen in terror as Xander’s face began to redden and his eyes begged for help. Angel leaned closer to Xander, not knowing what to do. He pulled him up so that Xander was sitting instead of lying but that didn’t help.
Finally, Oz leaned forward and sniffed at Xander’s neck. He pulled back alarmed and moved to Angel to repeat the gesture. He looked at Spike, who looked even more pale than usual.
“Shit, Angel. There’s something wrong with your blood. Shit.” Oz bit into his own wrist, pushing the bleeding wound to Xander. Angel shot out his hand, stopping Oz from giving him the blood. “Is it safe? Will it hurt him?”
“It’s fine. It won’t hurt him, I swear.” Angel released Oz’s wrist and Oz held it to Xander’s mouth. “Angel, help him get it down. He’s got to get something in him to dilute it.”
Angel was spurred to action and began rubbing Xander’s throat, coaxing the powerful wolf blood into him. He looked to Oz who was biting into his other wrist and pressing it to Spike. His childe bit in gratefully, and drew a few deep swallows before pulling away.
Spike had only gotten a small amount of Angel’s blood when he bit into his neck for Xander, but it was enough to confuse him and slow down his reflexes. Now that he had some of Oz’s blood, his mind was quickly clearing.
He jerked towards Xander, ready to help. His breathing was slowly leveling off but as they all watched, he slipped into unconsciousness again. Their howls of rage and terror could be heard throughout the hotel and minions and demons alike came running.
The door flung open and the minions feared the worst as their Master was laying over his claimed one, who was again unconscious. They could smell his fear and rage and as the smells increased, so did their sense of his power. No one would doubt just how far Angel had come since the changes. It was there for all to see and smell.