Title: Xander Sammich
Author: Chickalupe
Email: chickalupe@juno.com
Feedback: ooh, makes me feel all tingly... chickalupe@juno.com
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Spike/Xander/Angel
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Spoilers: General Season 4, Season 1 of Angel
Warnings: alternate universe, slashy goodness (that means male on male, people), vampy bloodplay, threesome
Disclaimer: Lord Joss, god of the Buffy-verse, owns everything you see here. I just make the pretty boys do naughty things without his permission, but the boys secretly enjoy it.
Summary: After Anya leaves, Xander finds himself unable to deny certain feelings involving two incredibly sexy vampires. What could come of this?
{{A/N: The Ring of Amara/Spike torturing Angel thing never happened (even though I love Spike's monologue from that ep. and hate to lose it, I need less tension between the boys.) Also, Oz has gone and ow how has hooked up with Tara, just as Buffy is with Riley. Assume Anya left a little bit ago, and Xander moved out of the basement a little earlier.}}
{{PS- Angel is Spike's Sire, because I say so. So there, Joss! Nyah :p. }}

Xander was feeling so many things at once. His head swam with confusion, panic, shock, and lust. Angel was kissing him, *Angel*; and he was certain it had to be another dream. Or the same one. Maybe he had never woken up. Maybe he never wanted to. And sweet Moses, it was heaven; //or maybe hell, since these were demons, not heavenly beings// but wherever he was, Xander never wanted to leave, never wanted for reality to come intruding and end it like it always did.

Angel’s mouth was cool on his; not quite cold but in no way mistakable for human. As Xander allowed Angel to draw his tongue out of his mouth, and felt the slight grazing of sharp fangs, he knew this was all very real. This kind of thing hadn’t entered into his dreams, but the element of danger was an unexpected turn-on. He knew Angel was too noble to bite him without permission, but just the thought of what those sharp points of bone could do made a shiver run down his spine, and his cock give a twitch.

Angel used his bulk to press Xander harder against Spike, who was rubbing himself against Xander’s back like a cat demanding to be petted. Xander was drowning in the mouth that was pressing against his almost questioningly, the silken glide of the cool tongue; and oh gods, the things that tongue was doing. //Apparently, not having to breathe makes you a pretty good kisser.//

Speaking of breathing, he began to remember that humans had to do so from the screaming of his lungs. Angel must have realized the same thing, because he finally released Xander’s mouth, if somewhat reluctantly.

Xander gasped for air. //Oxygen is good, oxygen is my friend.// He was slightly in shock as he panted heavily. He spoke, still struggling to return his breathing to normal. “W-well…that is…a v-very interesting argument you’ve…g-got there.”

Spike gave a chuckle from deep within the chest Xander was still resting on. “Yeah, but as usual, Peaches here forgot somethin’.”

“Oh really?” Angel raised an eyebrow at Spike over Xander’s head.

“Yep. Forgot *my* turn.” At this, Spike whirled Xander around and tugged on his chin, pulling him into a kiss. //Here we go again.// It was similar, but nothing like Angel’s gentle ministrations. Spike was rougher, almost greedy in his possession of Xander’s mouth; claiming him forcefully, branding Xander’s lips with his own. Spike took, he didn’t ask, but he was persuasive. Xander didn’t complain; Spike wasn’t hurting him. It was incredibly sexy, this powerful demand Spike made for his attention.

Angel did not remain passive behind him, caressing Xander’s shoulders and back, rubbing the muscles there with his strong fingers. Xander moaned helplessly with arousal into Spike’s mouth when Angel’s huge hands massaged the cheeks of his ass. Xander felt the brush of cool lips at his nape, and then in a move eerily reminiscent of his dream, Angel ripped his shirt in half and tossed it aside.

The vampires took advantage of the expanse of Xander’s skin now exposed for their perusal. Spike rubbed slim, cool fingers over Xander’s nipples, teasing them into hardness. Angel continued his exploration of Xander’s back, trailing light kisses across his neck and shoulders. He set himself to the task of slowly running his tongue over each vertebrae in Xander’s spine. Xander tore himself away from the kiss, groaning at their torture. Spike gave him little time to recover, recapturing his lips with a growl, stroking his tongue over the roof of Xander’s mouth.

Xander felt trapped, pinned between the two men; and he loved it. He liked the feeling of giving up control, not having to think so hard about everything. He had firmly shut off his brain and was letting the tide of sensation carry him away.

That was why it was such a shock when they stopped.

Both Spike and Angel seemed to stiffen, then simultaneously released him. Spike began cursing fluently, and got up and started pacing. Angel remained seated, but looked as if he wanted to join his Childe in his foul language. Before Xander could ask what was going on, he heard a knock at the door. Somewhat dazed, he got up, once again having to force away an erection. //I haven’t had this many hard-ons in one day since the summer I was fourteen and discovered my dad's nudie mags,// he thought wryly.

He opened the front door, and echoed one of Spike’s invectives. “Well, shit.”

Standing on his doorstep was the entire Scooby gang.

{{A/N: I know, I know, I'm evil!! teehee, poor Xander. I promise he *will* eventually get to have sex...maybe. Heh!}}




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