Quantum Xander II: In Wake of the Curse

Part 59

Xander found himself suddenly the focus of three master vampires. His brain wasn’t quite sure how to react to this, but his body seemed to be carrying on just fine on its own as he grew impossibly hard, his breath hitching in anticipation. His mates approached him slowly, circling him as they trailed light caresses over his still-clothed form. Gently they began to remove the barriers that kept them from seeing all of Xander until he was finally standing naked before them.

Xander swallowed down the sudden burst of panic and embarrassment that overcame him at being the only one who was sans clothing. He figured this had something to do with the ritual or whatever it was they were about to do. He looked over at Angel as his mates left his side and made their way toward him.

With heads bowed in supplication, they began to undress the older vampire, being careful to fold and stack his clothing as each piece was removed. Xander’s eyes swept over Angel’s naked form and he grinned. While he was not the lean, sculpted perfection of his mates, Angel had a classic beauty, and certainly nothing to be embarrassed about below the belt.

Angel allowed Xander to study him, enjoying the frank admiration he could read in his hungry gaze. It had been far too long since he had taken anyone to his bed, and longer than that since it had actually meant something. Eventually though, he had to break the silence.

“Go lie down on the bed, Xander.”

Xander nodded, looked toward his mates who were watching with aroused expressions on their faces, and then walked to the bed and crawled over to the middle of it. He lay on his back, head propped on the pillows, and waited. Angel turned to his childe - childer - and they both nodded and stripped out of their own clothing.

Once naked, the two younger vampires joined their mate on the bed - one on each side of him. Angel watched as they petted and kissed and stroked Xander into a frenzy of lust and need. As the blond slicked and stretched Xander’s opening, the brunet reached into the bedside table drawer and removed a cock-ring before quickly attaching it to the writhing human.

“Enough.”

At Angel’s soft-spoken command, both vampires ceased their attentions and moved to flank Xander’s sides. Angel crawled up the length of the bed until he was hovering just over Xander’s prone form. Without any encouragement, the younger vampires each took one of Xander’s legs and opened them up revealing him to their sire and master. Angel sat back on his heels and looked at the image Xander presented. He was hard, sweaty, and flushed with arousal. Angel could hardly believe that this was the same boy that had made his life a hell while he was dating Buffy. He shook his head in wonderment and then promptly forgot all about the slayer as Xander moaned and thrust his hips up wantonly. Angel swallowed.

“Xander, by taking you, I am acknowledging you as mate to my childer and accepting you as one of my clan. You will be a member of the line of Aurelius, and expected to hold to the lore. You will be mine as well as my childer’s and be expected to treat me accordingly. Do you understand the commitment you are making, to not only your mates, but to myself and the clan, as well?”

Xander nodded his head, but when Angel remained silent and simply watched him, he realized that he probably had to say the words. He licked his suddenly dry lips and cleared his throat.

“I understand. I accept that I am yours as well as my mates’; I will uphold the lore and will submit to you as Master of the line of Aurelius.”

Angel nodded once, looked at both versions of his childe and then smiled.

“Welcome to the family, Xander.”

Then he drove himself into the young man in one swift stroke. Xander cried out and arched his back, baring his throat to the hungry gaze of the three vampires. Angel growled low in his chest and then struck swiftly. As his fangs pierced Xander’s throat, he felt the human’s muscles clench around him and knew that Xander would have cum, had he not been wearing the ring. Gently he removed his fangs, bit into his wrist and presented the dripping wound to the writhing man beneath him.

“Drink, Xander. Accept my blood as your own.”

Xander fastened onto the wound and drew on it as Angel roared and spilled himself deep within him. As soon as Xander let go of his wrist, Angel slid from Xander’s body and the brunet Spike moved into his place. Xander’s eyes widened in shock as Spike slid deep inside him and began to move with hard, fast strokes. He bared his throat and Spike bit directly over the mark left by Angel. He didn’t take much blood - barely a mouthful - before removing his fangs and biting his wrist. He, too, presented it to Xander who fastened his still-bloody lips to it and drank. Spike barely managed another stroke before he, too, came.

Xander, who was still hard and desperate for release, turned his head in time to see that Angel had pinned the blond vampire to the bed and was fucking him through the mattress. Spike turned his head to look at Xander at the same moment. Their eyes met and then they both leaned forward a fraction until their mouths met as well.

Xander could taste Angel’s blood in Spike’s mouth; he wondered if his mate was being reclaimed by his sire while he was being reclaimed by the other Spike. Then he had no time to wonder as Angel pulled Spike’s mouth away from his and the two Spikes changed places. This time, before Xander was entered, Spike leaned over and placed a soft, reverent kiss to his lips.

“I love you.”

Was whispered against his mouth and then he was taken once again. Xander wondered if he was ever going to be able to cum. Not that he wasn’t enjoying this, but he felt like he had been hard forever.

Spike looked over to Xander’s other side and saw that Angel and the dark-haired version of himself were likewise engaged and grinned; Angelus always did have stamina. He brushed his lips over Xander’s again and then nudged his head to the side before placing a soft kiss over the angry-looking bite mark on his throat.

“Last one, love; don’t worry, you get to cum too, this time.”

Spike chuckled as he heard Xander’s softly-muttered “thank God” and then he sank his fangs into the mark. He withdrew his fangs, slashed his wrist, and as Xander’s mouth fastened over the wound, he reached between them and released the clasp on the cock ring. As Spike increased both the force and the speed of his thrusts, Xander finally came with a loud scream, his back arching off the bed, and then fell back to the mattress just as his mate spent himself inside of him.

There was a muted howl and a loud growling noise to the left of him. Xander barely managed to turn his head in time to see his dark-haired mate lick the blood from his lips before they were covered by Angel’s - as the eldest man in the room kissed his other-dimensional childe. The blond vampire sprawled across Xander’s chest, sated and at peace. He had his mate - now a fully accepted member of the line of Aurelius, and he had made up with his sire.

Xander smiled as the vampire on his chest started to purr. Much like cats, the other two vampires curled into his warmth and echoed the rumbly noise. Xander wondered if this was just going to be a one-time thing, or if he could expect to be sharing his bed with Angel again anytime in the future. He had read the watchers’ diaries - along with anything else he could get his hands on that had to do with Vampires - and he fully understood the commitment he had made tonight. Angel was now his master - his sire in a way - and he knew that as such, he was entitled to do whatever he wished to him, including taking him to bed.

“You’re thinking too much, Xander. Go to sleep.”

Xander blinked and turned his head to see Angel smiling at him.

“Eh, you know, just practicing up on my brooding. Thought I’d get an expert’s opinion on whether I’m doing it right or not.”

Angel chuckled softly and Xander smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry… Master.”

Angel’s eyes bled yellow and he growled softly.

“Unless you want to be taken again, I suggest you don’t call me by that name.”

Xander swallowed and shook his head even as his cock twitched at the thought. Angel sniffed the air, smiled and moved closer to the wary human.

“Angel… I? The spirit is willing, but the ass is sore. You know?”

Angel laughed and shook his head.

“Sleep, Xander. Anything else can wait until morning.”

“Okay. Are you staying then?”

“I thought I might. You don’t mind?”

“No. No, of course not.”

Xander smiled softly and closed his eyes; he was somewhat startled when the man on his chest began muttering.

“Good; now that that’s settled, can we shut up and sleep now?”

“I second that.”

Came an identical voice from beside him.

“Okay. G’night Spike. G’night Angel. G’night Spike.”

“Night, Xander.”

“Good night, love.”

“Go to sleep, git.”

There were soft chuckles and then silence as the foursome drifted off to sleep. The only sound in the apartment was Xander’s soft snores.