Just Another Game

Joining


Spike came across to them, his eyes fixed on his lover’s face. Xander could only hope that the soft golden glow signalling that Spike was fighting his demon for control meant he was turned on; and not that he was angry at seeing Xander writhe under Angel’s touch. Xander tried desperately to focus on Spike, but Angel was still manipulating his body with almost ruthless skill.


“You never said he was so responsive.” Angel’s tone was as calm and measured as though he was completely unaffected by what was happening.


“Figured you’d like the surprise, has to be seen to be believed. The way he falls so quick, like he was born for this.” The pride in Spike’s voice helped Xander to relax a bit, relieved that he wasn’t in trouble.


“So very needy, so wanton.” This time Angel’s words were breathed across Xander’s neck as he returned to suckling the claim scar.


“Pretty as a picture he is, flushed and wanting like that.”


“He’s never going to be able to sit still through the marking like this.”


“So bring him off, he’s barely out of his teens, not like he won’t be able to get it up again when he needs to.”


Xander bit his lip hard to hold back the sarcastic reply that had jumped into his mouth. He felt so exposed, so vulnerable, naked on Angel’s lap, about one touch away from completion. Whilst the two vampires were talking over his head, like he was nothing but a toy. They barely seemed affected at all by what was going on. If he couldn’t see the hunger in Spike’s eyes, or feel the growing hardness at his back, he’d think they hadn’t even noticed the state he was in.


“Is that what you want Xander, want to give your Master a show, let him see you come for me?” Angel brings his hands into play, flicking at Xander’s nipples and dancing over his chest. Small touches, designed to tantalise rather than to enflame.


“God, please.” The words are moaned from deep in Xander’s throat. He doesn’t care how he looks, doesn’t care that it’s Angel touching him not Spike; he just needs more.


“So beautiful pet, let go for him, show him who you are.” Spike’s words gave Xander the permission he needed and he let the last of his worries slip away. Arching back against Angel’s body, exposing the long line of his neck to Angel’s voracious mouth.


Angel used blunt human teeth to nibble and suck, enflaming the already sensitive scar, sending Xander closer and closer to the edge. One hand gripped him firmly round the waist, whilst the other slipped to circle his cock. Angels thumb rubbed briefly over the head, before running a nail from tip to balls, causing Xander to moan in frustration.


Then Angel’s hand was moving, firm strokes, not teasing any more, just drawing out Xander’s release. At the last moment Xander forced his head up so that he could see Spike’s face, needing to have some connection with his lover. Brown eyes locked with glittering gold and Xander tumbled over the edge, leaving his body lax and sated.


“Like I told you he’s more than you could ever imagine.” Spike leaned forward and pulled Xander from Angel’s lap and onto his own.


“He had to be, for you to love him.” Angel’s voice was quiet, and he avoided Spike’s eyes as he continued. “I never thought you’d do it, find someone to take Dru’s place. Even when you came and told me, I was sure it wasn’t real.”


“You always did underestimate me, and just for the record, he ain’t taking Dru’s place. I had her on a pedestal, would have done anything for her. But it was never like this; she never loved me back, not like he does. He…..…nothing I had before could come close to what we have now, he’s everything.”


Pain flashed briefly in Angel’s eyes, before his ever-present mask returned. “There’s no going back for either of you, are you sure you’re ready to do this?”


In answer Spike climbed to his feet, easily supporting Xander in his arms. Stopping only to lay a brief kiss on Angel’s lips, he headed for the stairs. Turning back he called out. “You planning on joining us, or what? Night’s wasting Peaches.”


Spike took Xander to a different bedroom and laid him gently on the bed. Moving about the room he lit a myriad of candles, until every corner was bathed in flickering light. He stripped down to his jeans and joined Xander on the bed, taking his lover’s hands and kissing the palms. “You ready luv?”


“Yeah I really am; kind of seems silly to be nervous of Angel now. And I was never worried about the spell.” Xander let himself be arranged on the covers, still lethargic and wiped out from his orgasm. He wound up with his head pillowed in Spikes lap, and his legs spread wide. Perfectly positioned for Angel to be able to work.


It was just the two of them for a while, resting together like any other night. Then the bed dipped behind him, and he knew Angel had arrived. One large hand smoothed gently down his back, and he felt the rough material of Angel’s pants brush against his thighs, as the vampire settled into place.


The box of pens was laid down on the bed, and Angel began to prepare. Pulling out a bottle of ink and a knife, he made a small cut in his thumb and let three drops of blood drop into the bottle. Spike’s contribution was added the same way, but when it was Xander’s turn, his thumb was sucked into Spike’s mouth and pierced by a fang instead of the knife.


Angel let one hand rest heavily on Xander’s hip, holding him in place, then started to draw. Scratching the surface of Xander’s skin; the ancient pen caused tiny pinpricks of pain that were barely noticeable. Over and over the pen went from ink to skin and back again. Dip, draw, scratch, dip, draw, scratch, in an almost hypnotic rhythm; and after a while Xander began to lose himself in the sensation. The pen moving over his back, Spike’s fingers carding through his hair, the flickering of the candles, all melted together as Xander let himself fall.


He was brought back to himself when the rhythm changed, and he felt Angel set down the pen and reach for the small bottle of oil. As the liquid was massaged into his back he felt the slight prickling sensation Spike had warned him about; the spell was working. As the last line of the tattoo set, there was a single instant of burning agony that caused him to arch up, almost knocking Angel from the bed, but then it was over. He was marked, irreversibly Spike’s, part of the Aurelian line forever.


Angel’s hands continued with their massage, but began dipping lower with each sweep. Xander began to relax again, the momentary pain forgotten as his body was petted and soothed. Soon Angel’s hands went lower still, dipping between Xander’s cheeks and spreading them apart. First one finger, then a second, slipped inside him, stretching him and getting him ready.


Xander was ready, more than ready, normally he’d be begging by now; but he knew that no one was supposed to speak until the ceremony was over. The silence only added to his arousal, lending an urgency and desperation to the whole event. He could feel Spike’s cock beneath his cheek, straining against its denim prison; and wanted nothing more than to taste him. Wanted to swallow Spike down and make him scream. But it wasn’t his decision to make, tonight he had to wait on Angel’s pleasure, and it seemed the older man wasn’t in any kind of rush.


Angel’s hands dropped away, and Xander could hear the soft rustling of material as his soon to be lover, divested himself of his clothes. When Angel sat back between Xander’s thighs, his movements seemed more certain. Palming the globes of Xander’s ass, he pulled the cheeks apart, and bent low over the exposed body. Pressing a small kiss to the exposed pucker, he let his tongue out to play.


Licking and sucking round the tiny hole, before pushing inside Xander’s body for the first time. Xander hadn’t expected this; the feeling of Angel’s tongue in his ass was incredible. When he’d forced himself to think of being with Angel, he’d assumed it was something that would be over quickly. He’d thought that the vampire would take him hard and fast, getting it over with as swiftly as possible.


He hadn’t bargained for this gentle seduction, or the almost reverent way Angel was touching him. He let his cheek rub against Spike’s crotch, feeling his lover’s cock twitch and grow behind the denim. A low growl was ripped from Spike’s throat, and his fingers tightened in Xander’s hair. Stilling him, making sure he couldn’t move any more.


Angel gave one final swipe with his tongue, before releasing Xander’s glistening, stretched hole. Rolling up onto his knees, he let the tip of his cock rest lightly at Xander’s entrance. His hands dropped once again to Xander’s hips and, instead of moving himself forward, he pulled Xander backwards, slowly impaling him.


It was like nothing Xander had felt before, Angel’s body pinning him in place, controlling him so easily. Spike’s strength was hidden in his lean, wiry form, but there was no denying Angel’s greater power. His body a heavy weight on Xander’s back, the too large hands effortlessly holding him. Having someone so much bigger than him as a lover was a new experience; and it made Xander feel all the more helpless; a victim to Angel’s sensual assault.


Angel let his body rest for a moment, savouring the sensation of being balls deep in Xander’s hot passage. Then he began to move, tiny rocking motions, to get Xander used to his size. As he felt the ring of muscle relax slightly, making it easier for him to move, he quickened his pace. In, out, in, out, scraping over Xander’s prostate with every thrust, loving the way the boy’s body rippled and flexed around him.


Xander tried to move again, wanting, no needing, something more. This time Spike let him; let Angel pull him up onto his knees, forcing the vampire’s cock even deeper inside him. The new angle made everything so much sharper, made him feel so much more. His back was held flush against Angel’s chest and his legs were spread wide over Angel’s muscled thighs.


Spike slithered out of his jeans, and knelt up in front of Xander, letting their bodies rest together, forehead to forehead, cock to cock. Supporting Xander’s weight with his body, he let their lips press together in a hungry kiss. Then Angel began to move harder and faster, using his heavy grip on Xander’s hips to guide the boy up and down his cock.


Spike swallowed every moan and groan that Angel tore from Xander’s throat; felt the thrusts vibrate through Xander’s body into his own. The three of them locked together, moving as one, their passion spiralling out of control. Angel’s movements lost their rhythm as he drove them higher and higher, the suddenly erratic thrusts almost too much for Xander to stand.


Spike felt Xander stiffen slightly and knew his lover wouldn’t last much longer; catching Angel’s eyes, he shifted to his true face and waited for Angel to be ready. One large hand left Xander’s hip and fisted in his hair, dragging his head back and exposing the long line of his neck. Angel just looked at Xander for a second holding them all still; waiting, motionless and straining, hanging on the edge of release.


Xander strained against the grip of his two lovers, almost whining in frustration, and that helpless sound broke Angel’s control. Letting his fangs drop, he buried them in Xander’s neck, and began to drink. Letting go completely, pounding into Xander with a ferocious pace, all gentleness swept away by the sweet taste of Xander’s blood.


Xander could only hang there, his hands fisting uselessly at his sides, his cock grinding against Spike’s, as he desperately tried to find release. One last kiss from his lover, then he felt another set of fangs in his neck. Spike biting down over his claim mark and swallowing hard, and that was enough to send Xander spiralling over the edge.


He couldn’t take any more of this; his body had reached its limits. A wordless scream was ripped from deep in Xander’s throat, making his body grind even harder against his lovers. Then he came, his cock spurting over Spike, hot and sticky against the vampire’s body. As he felt the evidence of Xander’s release splash over his cock, Spike followed him over the edge. Pulling his fangs from Xander’s neck and collapsing back onto the bed, he held tight to his lover’s hands and waited for Angel to finish.


Xander’s orgasm had caused his ass to flex and clench around Angel’s cock, almost milking his release from him. It was too much for Angel; Spike’s pheromones flooding the room, the acrid smell painfully familiar. Xander’s blood in his mouth, and the hot rippling flesh around his body. Angel took one last swallow of blood and forced his cock as deep as it could go in Xander’s body. Letting himself go, flooding Xander’s ass, completing the bond.


Pulling his cock free of Xander’s body, Angel watched as Spike held onto his mate. Saw the soothing caresses and possessive touch. Heard the whispered Yours and Mine. Watched in envy as they moved to lie together on the bed, their bodies locked in a wordless embrace. Lost together in a place Angel could never go.


His body was sated, but he didn’t share in their joy. He couldn’t, seeing them like that, their closeness, their love, just made him realise how lonely he was. Spike kept petting Xander, soothing him, until the boy finally succumbed to sleep. His eyes drifting closed, and his body relaxing.


Putting aside his pain, Angel forced himself to his feet and headed for the door. He’d done his part and wasn’t needed here anymore, but he was stopped before he could take a single step. Spike’s hand reaching out and grabbing his own; holding him in place. “Stay, please.”


He couldn’t read Spike’s face, had no idea why his Childe wanted him to stay with them, but right now he didn’t care. He was too tired to think and too lonely to worry about the consequences. He just let Spike draw him back down onto the bed, and spooned up behind Xander’s sleeping body. He let the human’s warmth seep through him, comforting his battered spirit, and held on tight to Spike’s hand as he drifted off. Finding a little peace as he slept, wrapped in the arms of his family, safe and content for the first time in years.

tbc…..