Truth or Dare

They knew he was there. He knew they knew he was there. And everyone damn well knew he was watching. And that just made it all the hotter. He smirked as he sat on the stairs, peering through the bannister rails. It was very cheesy, very much like something from a cheap porn movie, but that only made it fun. So there he was, sitting on the stairs, peering through the rails, gawping at the two men on the couch below, having sex.

Two men, his two lovers, entwined, naked on the couch. The boy, sleek and lithe, arching up into the man, no longer so pretty, but still very attractive in his mature masculinity. The scarred hand gripping a thigh as the greying head bent to suckle on the extended throat, tempting him with the parody of feeding. Dark lashes parted to allow dazed dark eyes to peer up at him as a pink tongue licked at swollen lips. White teeth bit at those lips as the older man drove into the younger.

He watched as blunt nails dragged down the marked back, leaving bright red welts in their wake. His unneeded breath caught as legs wrapped around pistoning hips, drawing them tight into the young body. His eyes glazed at the sight of the two men going wild in their lust and the knowledge that they were being watched. He pulled out his own cock, desperate, and pumped it as he listened to hoarse moans, muttered imprecations, and slapping flesh. And when he heard his boy’s strangled cry as he arced up off the couch, head tossed back, the man’s head held to his outstretched throat, a deep, sparking ache shot to his balls, and he came to the sound of wood splintering.

Peace reigned, finally, in the sex-scented space. Man and boy still entwined, if lazily, on the couch, as the vampire reclined (sagged) on the stairs. A well-shaped, smooth-skinned hand skimmed slowly up the broad back, and the man shifted to lie beside the boy, and so they could both look up at the stairs and the recumbent vamp.

“I hope you know you’re paying for those repairs,” the boy said finally, smirking.

The vampire scowled as he inspected the damage. “Not my fault. His fault for having such shoddy workmanship, and your fault for being so bloody hot.”

Xander laughed. “Turnabout is fair play, don’t you think? So what do you want to do for Giles?”

The older man gawked at the younger, then looked up to the leering vampire. His mouth was now unnaturally dry. Maybe Buffy was right, and the three of them were something Hellmouthy. Or maybe he’d just been unfairly blessed with an incredible pair of lovers. In all fairness, it was most likely the former, but he was going for the latter. Much more fun. Much more sex, too. He smirked. Much, much more sex.