Never

Title: Never
Author: dayzeegrl
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Angelus/Xander, Spike/Xander, Angelus/Spike/Xander
Timeline: s2 of BtVS
Disclaimer: The characters from BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and affiliated production companies. No profit is made from any of these stories.
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A/N: Strong warning for this part -- read the warnings in the fic detail before you decide if you want to keep reading.


From Part 4:

"No, keep on going," Angelus urged. "You know I like to watch," he added with a smile. Then he clasped his hands together, as though he had just had a wonderful idea. "Of course, what I like even more than watching...is doing."


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Part 5
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"Piss off," Spike snarled. When Angelus snarled back, Xander closed his eyes so that he wouldn't see both of them in game face.

Angelus laughed, a noise somehow thicker and more fearsome while his fangs were out. "I don't remember telling you that you could play with my boy."

"Whoa," Xander said, speaking before he could stop himself. "I'm not some kind of vampire toy, okay?"

"Not, are you?" Spike asked him, pulling his hand roughly over Xander's erection. Before he realized it, Xander had moaned and jerked forward, his body seeking more of that touch.

"Well, now," Angelus said with interest. "That's a lovely little sound."

Spike snorted. "What say you go away so that I can make him make more of 'em?" He let go of Xander's hard length unexpectedly, causing Xander to whine despite himself at the loss of contact. But Spike gave him a knowing smirk, moving his hand to massage his balls and ... oh fuck ... press just behind them, making Xander shudder from both the anxiety and the unexpected pleasure.

"You should have known not to start anything," Angelus growled. Then, unexpectedly, he smiled wickedly. "At least not without me." With a keen look in Xander's direction, he unfastened his trousers. Xander could feel his eyes go wide, and he whimpered slightly. With Spike, somehow he felt safer. And wasn't that insane, thinking one out of two serial killers was the better bet? But after all, Spike hadn't beaten him until he'd passed out, and he hadn't...what Angel had done before, with the scenting freakishness. Out of the choices of frying pan and fire, Xander was feeling pretty pro the pan right about now.

"What now?" Spike asked. His voice sounded deliberately uncaring, as though he was trying to mask some other reaction.

"Just joining in," Angelus said. Without bothering to take off his pants, he stepped even closer to the bed.

Xander closed his eyes, a half-sob working up in his throat. Now Angelus would finally kill him, or rape him, or worse, because... but then to Xander's surprise, Angelus moved in to settle behind Spike.

"The fuck you think you're doing?" Spike shouted when Angel reached around him and quickly undid his jeans before yanking them down his legs.

"Oh, I made a little vow not to touch the boy until...well, that's for him to find out. Though you starting in on him might change the game a little. And you can thank Spike for that one, Xander," Angelus said, finally addressing him. "Because if he hadn't shown me how excited it makes you...hungry for it, aren't you baby? And here I thought you were going to wait for your daddy, but oh no, you were ready to give it up for any old vampire that touched your pretty cock, weren't you? Don't you know that would make your daddy so, so angry? To see his baby, all hard, making those pretty sounds for someone else?"

Xander closed his eyes in shame, so he missed whatever it was that made Spike suddenly howl. But when his eyes snapped back open at the sharp sound, he could see easily enough what had happened.

Angelus had pushed Spike's top leg forward and up and forced his cock into Spike with one hard thrust. Xander didn't know a ton about gay sex, but he was pretty sure there was supposed to be stuff that came before that part. And from the gasps and whimperings coming from Spike, he could tell that Spike was in a lot of pain.

"Ssshhh, now," Angelus soothed. He worked his hips forward, fast and hard, grinning when Spike choked back a cry. "You know that bad boys get punished, don't you? What did I say about stopping?"

When Spike had howled, he had let go of Xander. But now Spike lifted a shaking hand, and started once again stroking Xander's cock.

"No, please," Xander cried out. But what he was asking Angelus to stop, he had no idea. Stop doing...oh my god...to Spike? Stop talking to him? Stop all of this, put him out of his misery if this was what waited for him? Part of Xander wanted to get up and run away, even if there were other vampires on guard to stop or kill him. Spike's face was contorted in agony as Angelus grunted and snapped his hips forward with a low, pleased growl. If Angelus was going to do this to Spike, what the hell was he going to do to Xander?

"You. didn't. answer. me," Angelus said, punctuating each word with another thrust.

Spike's gaze snapped up, blue eyes meeting Xander's, and Xander suddenly realized just who Angelus was speaking to. "I...I..." Xander stammered.

"Fuck," Spike groaned. Xander didn't want to look, but he glanced at Spike fearfully. And what he saw...

Angelus was still fucking Spike with the same abandon, and there was no way it hurt any less. But now the expression on Spike's face had changed. His lips parted, his eyelashes fluttered, and his entire body shook as he deliberately shoved himself back onto Angelus's cock. He looked like -- oh god -- like he wanted this...

"Oh god," Xander said brokenly. What the hell was going on? He couldn't focus, couldn't think -- could barely acknowledge that he was wrapping his hand around Spike's on his cock to tighten the hold, shoving his hips harder to match the rhythm that Spike and Angelus had set.

"See how it can be?" Angelus said, his eyes still fixed on Xander.

"Oh god," Xander repeated. His cock somehow got harder with every word Angelus said, every breath-y moan that came from Spike's mouth, every shiver and counter-movement that Spike made, now clearly trying to get Angelus further inside of him.

"You want this, don't you?" Angelus asked him. "Don't you, baby? Want your daddy to fuck you? Especially if it helps your precious friends. But you didn't know it would get you so fucking hot, watching me fuck Spike, thinking of me fucking you -- did you Xander? Huh? Baby?"

Xander meant to say know, meant to shake his head. But it seemed that all he could do was breathe harder and feel the low burn that started in his spine as his balls got tighter.

"Don't forget who I am," Angelus purred. "If you want to live, that is. Spike knows, knows who I am to him, to you. Come on, Xander. Tell me who I am. Watch Spike, see how much Spike loves it, loves to have me take him dry, loves to be my bitch..."

"Shut up you sick bastard," Spike said, but his voice was faint as he reached behind him to pull Angelus's head to his shoulder. "Fuck," he yelled as Angelus snarled and then sank his teeth into the jointure of shoulder and neck. The expression on Spike's face changed to one of pure ecstacy.

Angelus raised his head, the blood dripping from his fangs, and smirked at Xander's now-shameless thrusts into Spike's fist. Spike was gasping as he shot come onto the sheets and pulled his hand over Xander, up over and down, up over and down, faster and faster and faster--

"Say it," Angelus hissed. "Who am I to you?"

"Daddy," Xander gasped, and came hard.

TBC