Discoveries chapter 13

Chapter 13





With Angel insisting that Xander ride back to the apartment with him, Spike felt the pang of jealousy in the pit of his stomach and tried to swallow it down. Once they made it outside the club, he waited until Angel was inside the car and pointedly threw his arms around Xander, hugging their bodies tightly together, running his fingers along the curve of his back, down to the waistband of his pants.

"Do something for me, Xan?"

Xander was trying desperately to hook onto Spike's lips, watching them with his eyes as the other man spoke.

"Hmm?"

"Hands off 'til we're home, okay?"

Xander smiled. "You're not jealous, are you?" He reached out and cupped the bulging leather. “You really don’t have any reason to be.”

Spike's eyes darkened and his mouth opened to accept the other man's greedy lips. "Mmm."

"Would it help if I said I've thought about you every time he was inside me? When he was fucking me? Wanting it to be you?"

"Doesn't hurt."

Xander left the wonderment of Spike's cock to smooth the blond hair falling against the nape of the other man's neck, leaving his hands to rest there. He leaned in, his forehead resting against Spike’s and sighed, a sound that implied a world of longing. "Tonight is about fucking. I get that. But tomorrow..." Xander raised his eyes, focusing on the blue ones already staring at him. “Tomorrow we need to talk, you and me for real.”



Spike bit his lip and nodded in agreement, then turned his attention to the man sitting impatiently inside the car. “Angel’s waiting for you.”



“No, Angel’s waiting for you. I just figured it out, but I see the way he looks at you… the way he wants you. He was just using me.”



“Xan…”



“It’s okay, Spike. I can’t say I blame him.” Xander ran his hands slow and seductive down the plains of the muscular back, finding the tight, round ass, giving it a squeeze. “This has been my fantasy since I met you.”



“Do you want to fuck me, Xan?”



“Hell, Spike. I was so wrong before. I’ll take anything you’ll give me. Just don’t tell me we can’t do this anymore.” He met warm lips for another kiss, deepening the intensity once their tongues met, circling and dueling for control.

Spike pulled away and pushed Xander's body off, shoving him in the other direction. "Go. I'll be right behind you."

Xander whimpered, not wanting the contact to end, feeling an overwhelming closeness to Spike. He wanted to stay there with him, wrapped around him. He always wanted to fuck him, but right now he felt content just to sit and talk, to hold and pet the other man for as long as he’d have him. If this was the effect of Ecstasy, he wanted enough for a daily dose.

True to his word and to Angel's objections, Xander remained on his side of the car all the way home.

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No sooner did the door slide open before three men were hungrily intertwined, hands gripping bodies, lips finding other lips, the sounds of panting and heavy breathing echoing in the open loft.

"Fuck, I need a shower," Spike complained, pulling his shirt over his head. "Find something to keep yourselves busy, yeah?"

Angel let go of Spike's waist and turned his attention to the younger man. "Oh, I can keep him busy. Take real good care of him while you're gone."

Spike met Xander's eyes, nodding approval when it seemed permission was silently being asked. As long as he was around, Xander’s pleasure, whether from Angel or himself was all that mattered. Letting his jealousy subside, he decided if Xander wanted it, Angel could have his fun. He left them, stripping the rest of his clothes on the way to the shower stall.

Angel wasted no time in ridding the brunet of all his garments, admiring his naked body as Xander stood proudly hard in front of him. He smiled when his own shirt was quickly unbuttoned and pushed down his arms. "I'm gonna make you forget about Spike." Xander's brow rose. "For a few minutes, anyway," Angel added with a coy smile.

Angel's pants were soon to follow, leaving him naked and just as erect as the man in front of him. He moved in closer, easing their cocks together. With one hand, he enclosed both organs, rubbing up and down hardened flesh, mixing their leaking fluids to make the glide smoother. The other hand pulled Xander by the back of the neck into a deep, wet kiss making him moan in excitement. "Hell with the foreplay, I just want to fuck you," Angel remarked.

Another moan and Angel was leading them backward into the living room area of the apartment.

"Condoms?" he asked, still caressing Xander's body as if he were afraid to let him go.

"Nightstand," came the answer through muffled lips swollen from kissing.

Angel smirked. "I want you ready and begging when I come back." Angel turned and wandered into the bedroom section of the loft, digging through the drawer until he found the hidden strand of packages and small bottle of lube. By the time he returned, Xander was sitting in the reclining chair, his hand firmly stroking his cock, his eyes wild and intense. Angel followed Xander's gaze and saw the object of appreciation. Spike. Through the glass of the shower stall, he could plainly see the outlining form of the body soaped and wet, hands traveling over arms, legs, solid muscles and rock hard abs.

Angel gripped his cock in his hand, stroking it to full hardness and quickly slid a condom over the jutting length.

"C'mere, Xander," he said, holding out his hand to be taken. He pulled him up and slid behind him into the chair, fussing with the lid to the tube of lube. When he had enough to coat his fingers, he pulled Xander back toward him. Xander attempted to turn, to face him, but Angel held his hips.

"No, keep watching him."

One finger eased its way up the inside of Xander's leg, brushing his balls, circling the puckered hole. With gentle force, Angel pushed in.

"He's perfect, isn't he? His body, the way he moves, the way he talks... that fucking accent. Is that what it is, Xander? Does he talk to you while he's fucking you? His cock filling you up while that voice is getting you off?"

Xander hadn't even realized the second and third fingers entering him, plunging inside and out, stretching him. He began pushing back, fucking himself on Angel's hand, his eyes never leaving the body bending and moving gracefully in the shower. Then the fingers were gone and he was being guided downward, positioned... a moment to align the entrance and then finally breeched. Angel grabbed Xander's hips, forcing his cock deeper inside. Xander spread his legs to either side of Angel's, placing his feet flat on the floor to help the other man rock inside his body. He rose with Angel's help, and then sunk down again, impaling himself on the massive hardness.

"Oh, fuck. That's right, Xander. Use my cock. The more you ride, the harder you make it." Angel leaned back in the recliner so the angle was better for thrusting, rocking his hips, rising up as Xander pushed back. He wanted to reach around, to grab Xander's erection between his fingers, but Xander's position facing the opposite direction kept him from it. He released his hold, grabbing the arms of the chair and leaned his head back against the headrest, turning his eyes toward the shower.

Spike stepped out and half-heartedly ran the towel over his hair, his eyes glossed over at the sight in the chair. Xander's grunts and deep moans had Spike crossing the distance within seconds. The younger man was working his body, back arched, fingernails digging into Angel's legs, almost to the point of drawing blood. Angel sat back up; his cock still imbedded deep inside and stared directly into Spike's eyes.

Spike knelt down, trailing his fingers up the outside of Xander's thighs and came to rest on his hips, gripping firmly. Angel's hands moved to lie on top of his and together they helped to raise and lower Xander's ass, all the way to the tip and then back down to bury the cock inside again. Without warning, Spike bent down and took Xander's erection between his lips.

"Oh holy hell," Xander moaned, trying to thrust into the wet heat but not wanting to lose the feeling of being filled. Spike complied and opened wider, easing the pulsing cock all the way to the back of his throat.

"Fuck, that's nice," Angel purred into Xander's ear. "A huge dick up your ass, having your cock sucked, doesn't get much better does it, Xander? You see how hard he is? Just from watching us?"

Spike licked up the underside, letting his teeth scrape slightly along the skin until he reached the head of Xander's penis. He gathered the pre-cum onto his tongue and swallowed, allowing his voice to hum, the vibration making the entire member twitch and jump. When he heard Xander begin to whimper, he swallowed around his shaft, hollowing his cheeks to add just the right amount of suction.

Xander stilled, his muscles clamping tight around the object buried deep inside, his head thrown back against Angel's shoulder, lolling uncontrollably from side to side. His incoherent babbling turned into words, "fuck, yes, more... " His back arched and his hips began to move again, fucking Spike's mouth in time to Angel's thrusts. With a last cry, streams of milky thickness erupted, the feel of Spike desperately swallowing around his cock sending sparks of light into Xander's line of vision. When the blond head finally lifted, releasing the softening shaft, Xander collapsed back against Angel to catch his breath.

He turned his head and looked up at the larger man. "Fuck, Angel, you didn't come."

"Didn't want to. Not yet."

Angel's eyes found Spike's and glistened with intent. He shuffled, allowing Xander to raise himself up and quickly pulled the empty condom off, throwing it beside the chair. He turned Xander to face him, pushed him down onto his knees and locked onto his lips. "You're ass is so sweet."

Xander moaned, pulled from the warm mouth and in one quick motion lowered his lips to Angel's straining erection. The dark eyes widened and then settled, closing in pleasure. As Xander began working his skilled mouth, he felt Spike's arms sliding up his ribs, around his chest, squeezing and caressing the naked flesh. He felt the warmth as a body molded along his backside, gentle kisses being placed strategically along his upper back and shoulders. Hands ran back down, massaging his hips until they finally reached the globes of his ass, pulling and parting. He felt the wetness as a naked cock was pushed into his crack, not entering but rubbing, leaving moisture in its tracks as Spike tightened the cheeks around his length, using the friction for his own pleasure.

Xander squirmed, wiggling, trying to push against Spike's cock, begging to be breeched. Spike leaned forward. "No, Xan. No condom."

”Gah geh on…” came the reply with a mouthful of Angel's cock.


"Hmm?"

Xander let go long enough to answer again. "Go get a fucking condom." Words said, he was back to work as quickly as he'd stopped. Spike smiled, squeezed the man into a tight embrace and chuckled against him.

"I have a better idea," Angel offered, rising up, pushing Xander's mouth away. "Let's move this." He stood and let both men follow him to the other room, plopping onto the raised bed. "Better?"

Xander crawled up beside and pushed their bodies together, lying halfway on top of Angel as he again dove for the other man's lips. He reached an arm back, looking for Spike and smiled when he felt the bed dip behind him. Spike eased next to Xander, his tongue and lips running alongside his neck, his fingernails trailing down the length of the naked back, feeling goose bumps rising to his touch. Angel turned his head, searching, his hand moving around to pull Spike over to him. Inches apart, Angel took the blond's lips deep, Xander still connected, the three men sharing kisses between them. Hands began frantically searching, grabbing, stroking...until Spike stopped and pulled away.

Xander looked up, afraid they'd done something wrong and found the eyes of a predator staring back at him. Spike was staring as if he wanted to devour him. Xander smiled, moved away from Angel and rolled onto his back, his legs wide. He placed his hands under his knees and pulled them up to his chest. "Is this what you want, Spike?" he asked, wiggling his ass playfully in the air. He could have sworn he'd heard a growl as Spike darted for the nightstand. A package was ripped and Spike returned, swollen and ready. He stood at the end of the bed and grabbed Xander's legs, pulling him to the edge. The height was perfect, allowing him to push straight inside.

"You're still so slick, Xan."

"Was waiting for you."

They both moaned in unison as Spike began slowly easing out, knowing exactly how to angle himself to make Xander's eyes squeeze shut. He watched Angel approach, crawling cat-like down the length of the lean body to take Xander's erection into his mouth. The position was perfect for Xander to do the same and he grabbed Angel's cock dangling above his face, pulling it back to suck the head in.

"Bloody fucking hell," Spike cursed, the sight making him want to fuck Xander into the mattress. He sped his thrusts, pistoning deeply in and out of the tight channel as he watched the two men sucking each other into oblivion. He tangled his hands into Angel's hair, forcing him to raise and lower his mouth on Xander in time to the thrusts of his own cock. "That's it, Angel. Make it good."

Angel stopped, bent his head up to look at Spike and climbed off Xander's body, disappearing from the bed. Xander whined at the lack of stimulation and the loss of the cock in his mouth but closed his eyes to concentrate on the feel of Spike fucking deep inside him. He spread his legs wider, as far as they would go to allow Spike's body to move forward, wanting to feel the soft, wet lips against his. Spike obliged, reaching and succeeding, locking their mouths together. They kissed deeply, exploring each other amidst whispers of want, both needing the closeness, knowing they wanted it to be more than just a fuck. Just as the pleasure began to heighten, Xander opened his eyes when Spike's head suddenly jerked back. He felt Spike's thrusts speed up and heard a loud moan escape the blond’s lips. Xander lay on the bed, his back arching as he erupted, spilling a pool of cum between their bodies. Spike spasmed in orgasm above him until he finally collapsed fully sated against his body. Xander's eyes hazed over, a pained look of betrayal when he realized Angel was standing behind Spike, his cock buried inside him, his lips curled into a devious smirk. He watched as Angel pulled away, the whole time knowing the other man had just found release inside the place Xander desperately wanted to be.

Xander pulled his body out from underneath Spike, glaring as he pushed him away, the thought that he’d let Angel fuck him cutting him deep to the bone. Spike had said he didn't bottom for anyone and never would. The anger spread as Xander acknowledged the fact that Spike had allowed Angel to take the one thing he wanted.

Angel shrugged and opened his mouth. "What's wrong, Xander?" He smiled, the slant of his eyes giving away the evilness in the question. "It's not like I haven't already been there before."