Pairing: Spike/Xander of Buffy + OC
Rating: NC-17... for demon tail
Words: 2,200ish
Feedback: Please
Concrit: darkhavens @
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Um, see 'Rating' above
Summary: It's Club Night and someone wants to play
Notes: written for the [info]slashysummerfun angst-free community.

Hot In the City


It was Club Night again, the night when Xander put himself entirely in Spike's hands and let him play the ADHD punked-out vampire version of dress-up dolls. He was doing fine until the make-up bag came out.


"Oh, hush."


"Xander, in about three seconds this eyeliner pencil is going straight up your nose if you don't stop fussing! I keep telling you, if anyone at Epoch is staring at you, it's because they want you. Or because they want me so they wish they were you." Spike smirked, confident in his assessment, and brought the black kohl pencil up towards Xander's face for a second time.

"Spike, I'm allergic, remember? I'm not spending another three days with gummy eyes and the guys at work cracking jokes about me being pepper sprayed again."

Xander ignored the adorable pout of disappointment on Spike's face, knowing that any outward reaction would result in a wildly satisfying bout of cheer up sex. Which would be great, until Spike realised they'd left it too late to go clubbing, and then the pout would be real and the second bout of cheer up sex would have to be postponed due to Xander's unfortunately human refractory period.

So, instead of petting his supposedly domesticated vampire, Xander reached over into his bedside cabinet drawer and pulled out a small bottle of inky black fluid.

"Dawn says this is the best hypoallergenic stuff available and that if I still have problems, you'll have to knock me out and get me tattooed if you're that determined to make me pretty."

Spike looked as though he was actually considering the idea, and Xander tried not to imagine the reaction at work if he turned up in eye make-up that he couldn't just wipe off and excuse away as another of Dawnie's little 'games to play on Xander when he falls asleep on chick flick night'.

"I think she was joking. But anyway, I, uh, tested it out the other evening while you and Giles were out on your monthly tour of the local import shops." He grinned evilly. "I gotta say, I never thought you two would end up bonding over foodstuffs."

"What can I say? Ripper has taste. And good contacts. A word in the right ear and he can get practically anything shipped over, for a price. Now, unless you want me to cross your HP Fruity Sauce off the shopping list, hand that stuff over so I can finish tarting you up."

Xander passed the small glass bottle over without complaint. Sure, it would be fun to wind Spike up about his regular shopping expeditions with the man who'd repeatedly chained him up in a bathtub, but Xander wasn't a fool. He had his stomach to think of, and a recently acquired addiction to HP's fruity goodness.


Epoch's main room was eardrum-shatteringly loud and packed to the rafters with humans and demons of every creed, colour, species, sex and orientation. Xander kept a tight hold on Spike's arm as they ploughed through the crowd towards the bar. A quick dose of liquid courage always helped him forget to be embarrassed about wearing make-up, wearing silk, wearing clothes that clung to his body like a second skin, too close for underwear.

A shot of Jack and a beer chaser - and gods he hoped he never got to the stage where that wasn't enough - and he was ready to brave the seething dance floor. Spike knocked back whatever number shot he was on, grabbed Xander's wrist and towed him along, eager to get to the fun part of the evening.

A few 'excuse me's' later, having suffered a trampled toe and the unsettling experience of being goosed by what he hoped was just an un-aimed tail, Xander was happily ensconced on the dance floor, pressed tightly against his lover's lean frame.

The heat of so many bodies in such close, frenzied, company soon had his skin slick with sweat. The black silk, slash-necked tee that Spike had squeezed him into earlier now looked more like recently applied body paint, still wet to the touch and ready to smear beneath a grasping hand.

Spike leaned forward and licked a broad stripe from the base of Xander's throat, up along the corded tendons of his neck to his ear, where he paused to nip at the pierced lobe and tease the tiny topaz nestled there.

"Want to play, luv?"


Even with Spike so close, it was impossible to make out what he was saying over the pounding beat and thrum of modern rock, so Xander shook his head, shrugged in confusion and leaned in closer. Spike raised a hand and held Xander's head in place as his mouth hovered micrometers from the topaz-decorated ear.

"Want to play? You've got an admirer right behind you. He wants to know if he can join the party."

This time Xander heard enough to understand, and threw a lightning quick glance back over his shoulder before twisting back to stare at Spike. He mirrored spike's ear to mouth pose of a minute ago, and voiced his concerns.

"Spike, he's huge! And red! And there are horns!"

A second look made his eyes bug out. It looked like the tail that had touched him up earlier had not been aimless after all. Spike nipped his earlobe again to regain his attention.

"He's harmless, Xan. 'S protective colouration to scare the beasties off. He just wants a chance to touch what's mine. Trust me?"

Xander nodded slowly and so did Spike, and immediately Xander felt a presence at his back. Spike lifted his arms and draped them over Xander's shoulders just as two huge hands fastened solidly onto his hips and snugged them back against a pair of massively muscled thighs.

Hard, heated flesh blanketed Xander's back from nape to coccyx, and a prominent bulge pressed firmly against the base of his spine. Something he guessed - hoped - to be the tail wrapped twice around the upper portion of his right thigh and gave a strangely reassuring squeeze. Xander suddenly felt like the meat in a pornographic sandwich as Spike leaned in even closer and stole his breath - his senses - with a kiss.

Lips, teeth and tongues clashed and tangled, tasted, nipped and stroked, and Xander almost forgot their unusual third. Almost. The hot wet tongue that was busy counting his upper vertebrae managed to prevent him from dismissing the demon entirely. And then the hands on his hips moved, one slipping forward to span the width of his stomach, the other sliding up over damp silk to tease his nipples.

Spike pressed one thigh between Xander's own and rocked up and back in time to the music. Xander whimpered and felt his knees go weak. The unexpected brush of prehensile tail along his zipper sent Xander's system into overdrive. He was being dry-humped and groped by two demons on a crowded dance floor and he suddenly didn't give a damn who saw it.

Leaving one of his hands tucked inside the waistband at the rear of Spike's jeans, he sent the other one reaching back behind him. He needed to reciprocate - to touch not just be touched - and he managed to grab a tiny piece of tree trunk textured thigh.

His touch was rewarded with a fervent tail squeeze and a string of biting kisses laced across his exposed nape. The demon behind him ground forward as the demon in front of him did the same, and he almost whited out from sensory overload. His cock was already hard enough to cut diamonds, and with every movement the fabric of his jeans chafed a little bit more. Xander knew he must be a very sick puppy when that friction only served to make him even harder.


"Xan? Xander!" A tap to the cheek brought his eyelids up from where they'd fallen, and he stared out at Spike with lust-glazed eyes. Spike grinned.

"C'mon, luv. Let's grab a booth."

Xander allowed himself to be moved, still sandwiched tightly between two demons, into one of the unlighted booths that ringed the dance floor. Each was furnished with a table and padded benches and sturdy walls, with a variety of lighting possibilities if an audience was required. This time Spike left the lights off.

Their new friend settled himself comfortably on the end of one bench, then reached out and swiftly lifted Xander onto his lap, arranging the horny human so that he straddled the massive thighs, ass snugged back against groin.

Too stunned - and too aroused - to protest at being handled like a child, Xander could have sworn he heard his pelvis creak as the demon's thigh opened and forced his own to spread even wider, and then Spike stepped forward and they were practically groin-to-groin. Xander decided the position was more than worth the strain.

Once again, Xander almost lost himself in Spike's kiss, one hand tangled in loosely curling hair as the other slipped back beneath the waistband of Spike's jeans and moulded to the contours of his well-formed ass.

The lap he was perched atop began to rhythmically rock and thrust, and hands the size of dinner plates came up to join the fun. The left began to trace the length of Spike's spine between Xander's hands, pausing every few inches to stroke and tease. The other settled high on Xander's thigh and began to squeeze, the thumb pressing hard into his groin.

Xander twitched as a similar presence made itself known around his left thigh, and he realised he'd momentarily forgotten about that sneaky tail. Great. Twin lines of pressure framed his aching cock but didn't quite touch, and his hips began to flex in search of contact.

The more he squirmed the tighter he was held and very soon he was gasping helplessly into Spike's mouth, begging and pleading for a touch, just one stroke, a finger, anything, just enough so that he could actually come.

A glance was shared over his shoulder and then the tail was slipping away to be replaced by the demon's other hand, and Xander watched through barely focussed eyes as Spike drew down his zipper, exposing Xander's cock to the night club air before doing the same with his own.

And then Spike stepped up onto the bench and lowered himself onto the tree trunk sized thighs in front of Xander, his own thighs draped over Xander's and looped behind the tangle of bodies. He reached over Xander's shoulders, linked his hands behind their new friend's thick red neck, and nodded. Xander shuddered at the feel of Spike's cock against his own as that marvellous tail wrapped tightly around them both from root to tip and began to ripple and pump them to a mutual screaming climax.

When Xander came to, he found he was still being cradled on the demon's lap, while Spike had apparently had ample time to go to the bar for drinks. He'd been zipped back into his pants and from the feel of it, he'd been wiped off first, and he finally recovered the ability to be embarrassed. He struggled to find a way to phrase the 'who, how and when' question but was no closer to a solution when Spike finally took pity.

"I cleaned you up and tucked you in while Darden fetched the booze. When he got back and saw you were still out, he asked if he could hold on to you for a while. You didn't seem to mind so I said yes."

Darden? Xander blinked. Huh. It seemed kind of odd to be learning the demon's name after they'd had mind-blowing three-way sex in a night club, but he decided it was better than never knowing his name at all.

He wriggled, slightly uncomfortable at sitting in someone's lap now the sexual buzz was fading, and Darden helped him slide off and onto the bench next to Spike.

"Um, thanks."

"Is good. Again, maybe, yes? Club to come often, you and vampire? Is part mine. Always you are welcome. Ask Darden at door. No charge."

Xander's sex addled brain struggled to translate the broken English into meaningful sentences, and failed, miserably. Spike apparently didn't have the same problem, offering his hand and a broad grin.

"So you're one of the owners here. Nice setup. We try and get back this way every couple of weeks. Can't promise you the fun and games every time we come, but maybe, when my boy is in the mood again, we'll look you up. Nice meeting you, Darden, now I'd better get him home, he's starting to crash."

Xander tried to complain but was foiled by a yawn and settled for a mega-watt pout.

"I hope see soon, Xander."

Xander turned to answer and was surprised by a butterfly soft kiss on the cheek and then Darden was gone, disappearing into the crowd on the dance floor.

"That was… Wow."

Spike laughed and tugged Xander, yawning again, to his feet.

"C'mon, luv, you can sleep in the car on the way back. Then, when I get you home…"

The End

Pairing: Spike/Xander, Xander/OMC, with hints of future 3some/4some action.
Rating: NC-17, Adults Only
Words: 2900
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Tail porn (again), and not quite twincest.
Summary: Spike and Xander return to the demon-owned club Epoch and have a very unusual encounter with a very familiar demon.
AN1: Sequel to 'Hot In The City', though you need not have read that to follow this story.
AN2: Written for [info]fall_for_sx

Very Familiar 1/2

Xander was feeling a little nervous about Club Night. It had been two weeks since their first trip to Epoch and Xander still had vivid sense memories of that prehensile tail wrapping around his thigh, around his cock - his and Spike's cocks - bringing him so much pleasure he'd passed out, and all in public.

Two weeks - barely the blink of an eye - and suddenly it was Club Night again. He shivered, and Spike paused, jet-black liquid eyeliner beading at the tip of the brush held a finger's width from his eye.

"I've told you, Xan, even if Darden's there you don't have to do anything. He's not gonna expect you to put out every time he sees you. He probably picks a different pretty boy each time he's horny, so don't go working yourself into a lather over nothing. If you'd rather, we can go somewhere else entirely. It's not like Epoch's the only mixed club in town. I heard there's a new one opened, just off Alameda, so we'll drop in there and see if it's worth our time. If not, we can catch a cab across town to Epoch. If Darden makes another pass we'll deal."

Taking the silent blink as acquiescence, Spike reapplied himself to putting the finishing touches to Xander's face. Then, artistic endeavour completed, he turned to the stack of boxes piled haphazardly in the corner and began to unwrap his latest finds.

"Oh God, Spike, there's nothing in there with chains on is there? You know I get embarrassed if I rattle when I walk." Xander's plea for reassurance went unanswered.

Curious brown eyes watched as Spike peeled back layers of tissue paper without actually lifting anything up so Xander could see.


Spike grinned, and reached into the closest box, lifting out a pair of burgundy leather pants. Xander barely registered the colour, his eyes too busy studying the crotch.

"They're lace-ups? Spike, you barely have enough control to open a zipper. The one time I wore pants that laced you tore the damn things off. I had fabric burns in very uncomfortable places for a week!"

With a sniff, Spike turned the garment so the bedroom light glinted off the zippers that ran from anklebone to hip on either side.

"Oh." Xander frowned. "Why bother with laces if you're going to use zippers anyway?"

"Stand up and drop the towel and I'll show you."


So, according to Spike's hands-on show and tell, the laces were to prevent you from rearranging yourself after your vampire lover stroked you off until you were hard and then closed your pants up so tight you could barely breathe.

Xander had tried slipping a hand down in front, trying to make his erection a little less noticeable. Spike had promptly retaliated by tightening the laces, so now everyone who cared to look could see his rock hard cock, neatly outlined by the criss-crossed thongs.

Every time he moved, the brush of leather sent another shot of pleasure shooting hotly down his spine and though his balls, and Xander knew he'd stay this hard, or harder, until Spike let him come, but first, knowing Spike, there would be dancing and a fight or two. Somehow, he just couldn't seem to mind.

The rest of the boxes revealed other treasures. Ankle boots in softest kidskin, laced and dyed to match. A shirt, as light as gossamer and equally transparent, barely tinting his skin a darker hue. The largest box contained a leather coat - three-quarter, burgundy - that Xander was convinced was made to measure. It hugged his shoulders like a second skin, with room to move, and fell in perfect lines to finish just below the knee.

Spike slapped his hands away when Xander went to fasten it.

"Did I say you could cover yourself up? No, I didn't. Leave it open, let them see how gorgeous my boy is, with pretty pierced nipples and a hard, hard cock."

Two sets of eyes dropped to Xander's chest where the solid silver hoops and capture beads were clearly visible.

"I still don't know why I let you talk me into that. I'm sure the guys at work are going to notice sometime soon."

"I didn't talk. If you think back, I had my bloody mouth full. Sucked you off while Loubech stuck his needle though your tits, threaded those lovely rings through your new holes, and then healed you up. And if anyone at work starts mouthing off just send them my way. I'll introduce the wankers to Loubech, he'll make them scream."


The club on Alameda was lively but not their kind of place. Demons were outnumbered ten to one by human, and most were either trophies, pets or toys. They left quickly.

Darden was just inside the door when they finally got to Epoch, and Xander was immediately overwhelmed by his size. Somehow he'd forgotten how big - how red - Darden was, and he was positive the horns hadn't been quite that obvious.

As Xander stared, Darden's nose twitched and so did his tail, and he turned towards the door with a beaming grin.

"Xander! You back! Spike, you bring Xander back! Many thanks. Please, meet new… krushka? How say? Mate? Lover?" The happy demon pulled a tall, dark haired youth from behind him and pushed him towards Spike and Xander.

"Sasha, this is Xander. Xander, Spike, my Sasha. Is good, yes?"

Both of them blinked in surprise. Spike spoke first.




Xander turned to stare at Spike, who was busy examining Sasha from head to foot and back to front.

"Really bloody amazing. If you don't mind me asking, what exactly is Sasha? I know of a few demons who can mimic human appearance, but I can't think of one that can mimic a person they've never met."

Darden beamed.

"Pullar. Is rare. Only six, maybe seven left in world. They not reproduce in polluted air. They die out soon - two, maybe three hundred year. But Sasha like it here, like Darden. Make Darden happy by being whoever Darden want. So, for now, Sasha look like Xander. Take picture, memory, out of head through eyes and go to changing pool. Three day later is Xander, more or less. I hope is not offending to you?"

In the lengthening silence Xander realised the question was aimed at him. Huh. Did he mind that a demon he'd had public sex with liked it so much he got another demon to wear his face? And his body, and his… Oh, gods. No doubt Darden's memory had supplied other details too. He barely had time to begin hyperventilating before Spike's hand landed solidly on his arm and tugged him into a tight, reassuring embrace.

""It's not a perfect copy, luv. Sasha doesn't smell like you. He doesn't have your twinkle in his eyes." Spike paused and searched until he found the elusive twinkle. "Even in a room full of fakes I'd know my Xander, my white knight with his kinky little soul. So let Darden off the hook, Xan, and tell him you don't mind. After all, I've never seen a Xander with a tail."

He laughed as Xander twisted round to check out Sasha's ass. True enough he found a tail disturbingly like Darden's. Huh. That was hot!

Darden rumbled, a belly laugh that seemed to shake the room.

"Tail is good. Sexy, yes? Xander, you like last time. We had fun. Sasha much fun with extra tail. You want see?"

Xander looked down at the tail and back up to Darden, puzzled by what the demon thought he couldn't already see.


"He wants to know if you'd be interested in a little demon tail action, luv, like the last time we were here, but with Sasha too. Or maybe instead of, we can sort the details out once you've said yes."

"Yes? Spike, I …"

Xander started to shake his head, but Spike rolled over his less than enthusiastic response.

"Great! Lead the way, mate, but somewhere quieter this time, eh? Maybe a private room in the back?"

Darden, shadowed by Sasha, led the way, weaving through the crowds, glancing back over his shoulder every few steps to check their progress. Xander trailed along in Spike's enthusiastic wake, still not too sure about what he had agreed to. A foursome, a threesome, some kinky twincest thing? He needed a drink. In fact, he thought he probably needed several.

They passed in single file beyond a thick fire door, which cut off most of the noise from the dance floor once it closed. Xander felt the click clear through his spine to his toes, and would have stopped moving if he could, but Spike was bounding on, dragging him determinedly onwards.

A mile or so of corridor and thick carpet later, they finally reached their destination. Darden unlocked a plain green door and waved them in, his tail twitching wildly in what might have been delight. Then he ushered everyone over to the matching sofas, seated Spike and Xander on the one and Sasha opposite.

"Drinks for all, I thinking, yes? Fire-apple brandy. Is warming, sweet and easy on the stomach, with bonus of no hangover in morning."

Glasses were filled and passed in seconds and Xander took a mouthful. Spike was seated now but still bouncing with excitement, eyes flicking from Sasha to Xander and back several times a second. Xander had figured out that it was a freaky twincest thing - he'd finally remembered Spike's reaction to Toth's splitting spell.

Of course, he also remembered his own reaction to Spike's fantasies, spelled out in painful detail as Spike staked out his claim. Two Xanders, two mouths, two pretty cocks for Spike to play with, two asses to explore with eager fingers, cock and tongue. Oh yeah, he remembered. He squirmed.

"Drink! Drink! Is good, fire-apple brandy. Is only one supplier on the coast." Darden expounded on the manufacturing process, and the difficulty of obtaining fire-apples in large enough quantity, pausing every so often to top up their glasses.

Xander listened with half an ear, too busy watching Sasha snuggle up to Darden like he was his personal teddy bear. The brandy was warm and sweet and very easy on the stomach, tasting of apples and liquorice and an indefinable sharpness.

By the time Darden had cracked open the third dusty bottle, Xander was feeling very relaxed indeed, and horny too. He dropped a hand onto Spike's thigh and started to stroke, tracing the inner seam from knee to crotch and back again. Spike slid lower in his seat and spread his thighs, allowing Xander more room to play.

The conversation ebbed and flowed outside of Xander's focus. He watched his fingers tiptoe up the fly of Spike's tight jeans, pausing every so often to scratch and pinch, just hard enough. He could feel the flesh inside thickening, quickening to fullness, and the images Spike had painted in his head bloomed anew. One of Spike and two of him - the tail was new but workable - writhing in a tangle of limbs.

Xander whimpered and Spike took the sound as a sign.

"Darden, mate, have you got a bed in this place? Somewhere we can make ourselves more comfortable, spread out a bit?"

Surprisingly agile, the bulky demon bounded to his feet and opened a door that was hidden behind a curtain. The room beyond was large but still looked small around the circular bed it held - easily ten feet wide at its diameter.


Spike grinned and nodded his agreement.

"There's certainly enough room for four on there." He grabbed up Xander's hand and tugged him in for a kiss, then pulled back and caught Xander's eye.

"You sure, luv? I know you've figured out how much I want this, but getting you drunk to do it was never in the plan."

Catching the tip of his tongue between his teeth Xander thought hard, measuring his level of drunkenness against his aching need.

"I'm not really drunk, Spike, just enough, you know? I don’t think I could do this if I was sober, but I'd want to! It's weird seeing Sasha pretending to be me, but it's actually less freaky than the Toth thing. What's really wierding me out is that he hasn't said a thing yet. Not even a 'hello' or 'are you crazy? I'm not fucking him!' I'd kinda feel better if I knew this was his choice as much as mine."

Darden stepped forward with Sasha hanging compliantly from his arm.

"Sasha cannot talk. Pullar have not vocal chords. You wish to know Sasha say yes to this, yes?"

Xander nodded. Sasha reached out a hand and touched his temple, and suddenly, once again, someone else was inside Xander's head, pushing thoughts and images at him, just like the hyena. But this was different in that Xander still retained control, he was able to reject the wilder thoughts and choose some milder ones.

Seconds later Sasha pulled his hand back and winked, and an evil-looking grin was repeated on identical faces.

Pulling free of their respective demon lovers, they stepped in close and brought their lips together in a kiss, hands locked on biceps until the strangeness faded. Angling their heads brought them closer, turned the heat up, and suddenly hands were roaming wild and free across familiar territory, touching places each knew to be sensitive.

Spike and Darden watched their boys move from innocent touches to urgency, stumbling sideways until they hit the bed and toppled over. Xander clawed at his laced up pants and growled in frustration.

"Zips, Xan, remember? Don't bother with the laces." Spike rolled his eyes as Darden chuckled fondly.

"Pretty boys. In and out of clothing very pretty."

"Yeah. Think we should join them or just watch this first round?"

"Somehow, I think is show just for us. We watch."

By the time they looked back at the bed, Xander had clawed himself free of his pants and skinned the rest of his clothing off his shoulders onto the floor. Sasha had done the same and they were lying on their sides facing one another, fingers lightly tracing across pecs and ribs and biceps, as Xander became accustomed to the wierdness of it all.

He knew from Sasha's sharing that this wasn't the first time he'd been in bed with the person he was mimicking for someone. And even though Xander knew that 'he' was a misnomer - Sasha had been female just as often as he'd been male - he couldn't get his mind around a gender that was neutral. A quick flash of laughter and reassurance from Sasha let him know that 'he' was perfectly acceptable. Pullar were by nature transgendered, switching often, as whim or breeding time or mate requested.

A warm hand on his cock grabbed his attention and made him jump - the only other hands besides his own to touch him there were cool. The heat reflected back his own increasing body temperature and he felt himself begin to lose control. Quickly he dropped his hand to copy Sasha's actions, and moaned as Sasha's strokes increased.

Needing to get closer, Xander hooked a leg over Sasha's hip and dragged himself closer to his body twin. It wasn't enough. Frustrated, he inched closer, wanting, needing, something else and suddenly his mouth was full of tongue and there it was. The lingering taste of fire-apple brandy sent his senses reeling, blended, as it was, with something definitely not him. Spice and copper, sharp and slightly bitter but enticing, Sasha tasted only of himself, not like Xander. The difference was enough to shred the last of Xander's apprehensions, letting him relax completely into the experience. He barely even stiffened when Sasha's tail curled under his thigh and slid between his buttocks to caress his lower back.

Spike watched from the corner of his eye as Darden fidgeted, obviously eager to join the boys at play, but he knew - they both did - that this was something special, their boys were putting on a show as well as seeking pleasure. Their time would come, he knew, and he looked forward to it, but this was something he had longed to see for quite some time.

He inhaled sharply as Sasha's tail first appeared and then disappeared between the tight tanned lower cheeks of his boy. An insane burst of pride swelled his chest when Xander didn't shriek, but barely even twitched before accelerating his stroke.

Hands and elbows moved even faster than before, as pelvises bumped and ground together. The two tanned bodies on the bed squirmed in tandem, pushing against each other, against the bed, straining for release. A sudden flick of the tail across Xander's tensed buttocks was enough to send him over the edge into pulsing orgasm, and his unmeasured grasp on Sasha's cock did the same. They came together, Xander vocalising for them both in wordless groans.

Spike's cock twitched in eagerness to join in. He wanted some of that tail action for himself. He turned to Darden.

"Shall we?"

Very Familiar 2/2

Aftershocks were still rippling through Xander's frame when he felt the bed shift down by his feet. He rolled his head on the pillow, not quite finding the strength to lift it, and peered down the length of his and Sasha's naked bodies.

Spike, on his hands and knees and also completely nude, paused and grinned in wicked anticipation before diving forward, slotting himself neatly into the middle of the pair.

"That was bloody hot, Xan, that bit with the tail. Tail-spank kink's a new one on me."

Too drained even to attempt to blush, Xander watched as Spike dragged a single pale finger through the slowly drying splashes of come on Xander's tanned belly, before lifting it to his mouth and fellating it obscenely. Xander's cock twitched.

As he watched Spike savour the mingled tastes of him and Sasha, Xander felt the bed dip again, this time behind him. A second later, Darden's hand was resting on his hip and a string of butterfly kisses was being pressed along his spine.

"Xander, thank you. Was humbling gift. Will live in Darden's memory forever, Spike's too, yes?"

Spike pulled his finger from his mouth with a wet pop and leaned forward to press a fast, hard kiss to Xander's lips.

"Damn right, mate. Never seen anything prettier in my life than my boy with a tail between his legs."


"What?" Spike blinked innocently. "It's a good look on you, luv. Might have to ask around to see if anyone knows a spell. Nothing permanent," he hurried to reassure. "Maybe just for high days and holidays - and club nights. Then everyone would want a piece of… Hmm, maybe not. I don't really want to spend entire evenings breaking grabby hands, and you always get wound up when I get jealous."

Wriggling closer to Xander, Spike's hand slipped around Darden's and lightly scratched at Xander's tailbone where the tail would be.

"Plenty of time to talk about this later, eh, luv? Right now I think it's time for round two, don't you?"

Darden rumbled happily against Xander's back, and Sasha's tail curled round to stroke Spike's flank.

Xander swallowed, hard. His demon magnet status had never been this obvious before - he was now sharing a bed with three completely different species, and somehow couldn't bring himself to care all that much. He wondered if the fire-apple brandy was to blame for his total lack of worry about where this might end up, but the tail sliding up between his thighs and across his stomach wiped his brain clean of higher functions and he let it go.

The tip of Darden's tail was flicking at his nipple rings as Darden nibbled delicately across his nape and shoulders. Spike was teasing his ass with wickedly flicking, tickling fingers as he mouthed the fragile skin below Xander's ear. That would mark.

Over Spike's shoulder, Xander saw Sasha give a lurid wink before eeling down the bed along Spike's back. A moment later, tanned, callused hands lifted Spike's leg and bent it forward, angling it across Xander's upper thigh, hooking his ankle neatly in the crook of Darden's knee.

Spike swallowed a gasp and Xander recognised the tiny sound. It happened every time he licked Spike's ass. A tiny pang of jealousy fluttered, then was gone, as Xander realised he had the chance to watch Spike's shifting face. He knew that Sasha, in his earlier trip through Xander's mind, had learned exactly how Spike liked to fuck, and be fucked. And that meant that whatever had caused that blissful eye-roll was something good that Xander often did. It was amazing.

Releasing Xander's neck after one last, sharp nip, Spike licked his way up Xander's throat to his mouth. He caught Xander's lower lip between blunt, still-human teeth, and sucked in matching rhythm with his ass-grabbing hand. Then his tongue forced its way inside, as did his finger, and Xander found himself skewered neatly at both ends.

Yet again, Xander thanked the gods of gay sex that Spike insisted he be thoroughly prepped before they ventured out. Club nights, patrol nights, nights out at the Bronze - the only nights that Xander refused lube were Dawnie's chick flick nights. They both knew that fighting, dancing, even playing pool, would end up with a bout of frantic sex against a wall. After Spike had lost the tube a second time while kicking ass and Xander had been waddling for a week, they planned ahead. Thankful, Xander pressed back into Spike's grasp, taking his finger as deep as it would go. He whined into the kiss, and Spike understood. He quickly added a second slim digit and brushed Xander's prostate gland.

Xander nearly swallowed Spike's tongue from the stimulation, squirming on the slowly thrusting fingers, wanting even more. Darden's hand rode lightly on his hip, one finger gently tracing the crease that joined his thigh to his groin, and Xander grabbed it hurriedly, tugged it down and curled it round his cock and Darden groaned.

Darden began to pump the hard flesh in his hand, his tail flicking back and forth between Xander's pierced nipples. The back of Spike's hand as it worked in Xander's ass was welcome pressure on his swollen groin.

Sasha's tongue licked and probed and thrust into Spike, over and over, synchronised with his tail around Spike's cock. He felt Spike's climax building and applied extra pressure - a tighter tail grip as his thumbs slid in beside his tongue. Spike screamed and came, hard - twitching, thrusting blindly against the back of Darden's now-still hand.

Only Darden's grip stopped Xander from following Spike over and into his second orgasm of the night. He trembled on the plateau for a moment, almost there, then slipped back, panting, throbbing, wondering what else there was to come.

It took several minutes for everyone to catch their breath and ease back from the razors-edge sensation they were balanced on. Sasha wriggled up to rest his chin on Spike's shoulder, sharing a sweet smile, first with Xander then with Darden.

Kisses were exchanged between the four once they could move, and then Spike verbalised what Xander was thinking.

"Darden, mate, looks like you've been giving not receiving. Everybody else has popped their cork, but not you. Can't say I've heard much about your species' mating habits. Anything we can do to get you off?"

Okay, so maybe Xander wouldn't have put it quite that way, but still, he was curious to hear the answer.

Reluctantly, Darden uncurled his fingers from Xander's cock and pulled his tail back down Xander's belly and between his thighs. Then he shuffled back and up until he reached the headboard, settling himself against its padded high support.

One hand moved down to rest motionless beside his groin and three pairs of eyes followed the movement. Where a cock would normally be there was a knot of flesh, easily the size of two clenched fists. It pulsed slowly, echoing the rise and fall of Darden's chest, and every third expansion caused a tiny slit to show.

"My species is asexual, or maybe this is mono? We have same equipment… genitalia? At time of breeding, karsheena - is like sperm - is produced. Then tail is used," - his tail curled up and round and slipped inside the slit, reappearing slick with demon sperm - "transfers karsheena to other of our kind. Is fast, simple way to reproduce. Is no fun."

Spike and Xander both reached for their groins in silent sympathy - the thought of being cockless was cruelly obscene. Sasha watched the tail waving gently in the air until Darden nodded and flicked the tip his way. Lightning fast, Sasha moved, swallowing it down. Spike and Xander watched the hungry rippling of his throat.


"Yeah, that's… uh… Okay, I have no words. Well, except that's kinda hot but kinda squicky. I mean…"

Darden reached down and patted Xander's closest shoulder.

"Is okay, Xander. Is odd. Is why I prefer other species for fun. First time, you sat on Darden's lap, on karsh." Darden patted the bulge at his groin. "Pressure, movement - both feel good. And tail is very sensitive. I like see you, others, have sex, be happy. Is pleasure for me, up here." He touched his temple, and shivered as Sasha let his tail slip free.

"Now I think is time for Spike sandwich, yes?"

Spike made his support of that plan very clear, and quickly rearranged everyone to his liking.

Darden stayed seated, while Sasha lay on his back with his head on Darden's karsh and Darden's tail across his chest. Sasha's legs were folded up and draped over Spike's shoulders as Spike discovered that Sasha too was stretched and pre-lubed. Darden grinned and shrugged at Spike's cocked eyebrow.

"Is play night."

Slowly, Spike eased his renewed erection into Sasha, noting the tiny differences between this body and Xander's. The heat was slightly off, a degree or two cooler, and the skin was just the tiniest bit rougher to the touch. The tail was also odd, brushing back and forth beneath his cock, the friction adding frissons to the waves of intense feelings. No, there was no way he'd ever mistake this boy for Xander, but the similarities were good enough to fill his fantasies.

Once he was deeply embedded, Spike spread his thighs and wiggled his ass at Xander crouched behind him.

"Come on, Xan. It's not like you've never topped before. Climb aboard and let's get this orgy started."

"I… Spike… What about lube?"

"Trust me, luv, I really don't mind a bit of rough." He wiggled his ass again and Xander inched forward.

"Look, I know you like it, but it really hurts my dick. When you're too dry I end up getting friction burns!"

"Xan, luv, please just…"

Darden's tail appeared slick with something Xander made the immediate decision not to recognise.

"Uh, thanks."

Hesitant fingers gathered up the proffered - stuff - and applied it to the waiting tight white ass.

Spike pressed back, then forward into Sasha once more, and clenched his buttocks hard around Xander's digits.

"Get on with it!"

Obediently, Xander shuffled forwards into place, and gritted his teeth as Spike's snug passage rippled around his cock.

"Jesus, Spike, that's… oh, yeah!"

It took a few tries to establish a rhythm that made everybody happy. Coordinating that amount of limbs took practice.

As Xander pulled back, so did Spike, and then they'd both thrust forward, crushing Sasha deep into the mattress and Darden's karsh. Darden's tail moved from back to thigh to neck to shoulder, touching, stroking, tickling and scratching. Occasionally it slipped back into Darden's karsh and came out slick, and each time Sasha swallowed it straight down, like it was chocolate.

The fourth time it appeared, Xander must have licked his lips, because instead of curling down to Sasha's mouth it aimed for Xander's.

Damp with sweat, his arms and thighs trembling with fatigue and passion, Xander paused and swallowed in indecision. The unexpected feel of Sasha's tail snaking out between Spike's thighs to wrap around his balls and cock made him gasp, and Darden's tail slipped between his lips into his mouth.

Sugar, spice, honey, chocolate, something rich and tingling - flavours by the dozen played a symphony on his tongue. His hips began to pump harder, faster, as he sucked the tail, trying to swallow every single drop and draw out more.

Xander whined when the tail pulled free, but kept on pounding, needing, more than anything, to come, to feel Spike come.

"Now, Spike… Please, I… Now!"

Darden's tail cracked across Xander's flexing buttocks and, once again, that was enough to push him into freefall. The feel of Xander's teeth in his shoulder did the same for Spike, who gave the final bump and grind that Sasha also needed.

He may have yelled - he certainly didn't shriek - and then his legs collapsed, and Xander toppled slowly off Spike's back onto the bed. Spike went the other way, sliding out of Sasha, and Sasha lay replete in the middle, dazed and happy.


In the end, Spike had to help Xander back into his trousers; his fingers were too jittery to grasp the zipper tabs. Spike sat him in a chair and left him lacing up his boots while he went and cornered Darden near the bar.

"Cheers mate. I owe you one. You helped fulfil a fantasy. I won't forget this night in a hurry, that's for sure."

"Was good, indeed. Much fun to watch, and even more to play. I hope to play again, sometime, maybe, if Xander like."

They looked across the room at Xander, slumped in the chair, Sasha on his knees retying the mis-laced boots.

"Oh, I'd say he definitely liked this evening's fun and games. It's his birthday soon. I'll call and make arrangements."

The End

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