In Wake of the Curse
The vineyard was empty - not even a Bringer in sight. It made sense, Xander figured; now that Buffy had the weapon, there was nothing there to guard. The question was, where was the crazy preacher now?
"Well, I'm figurin' Buffy took something that he wanted to keep away from her, right?"
The darker-haired Spike spoke when they left the abandoned building.
"Yeah. So that means...?"
"It means, he's gonna try an' take it back. I know I would."
"He's right, Xan."
Blonde Spike agreed.
"We find Buffy, we find Caleb."
Xander sighed and then nodded his head.
"Alright, I'll drive; you two can ride with your heads out the window and play bloodhound."
He received twin looks of consternation from his mates, but ignored them and got in the car. The vampires scowled but did as Xander suggested and began scenting the air for traces of the slayer's scent. It eventually led them to a cemetery where Xander parked the car and got out with a huff of annoyance.
"Why am I not surprised? Just once, would it be too much to find the answers to your questions at the Dairy Queen or maybe the video store? I mean, why does everyone in this town hang out in the graveyards?"
The brunette vampire snorted his amusement and kissed Xander lightly on the throat. The blonde Spike opened his mouth to reply but then closed it with a snap as his eyes bled to yellow and he growled low in his throat. Xander spun around to look at him and asked what was wrong. The other Spike sniffed the air and a look of comprehension crossed his face.
"Angelus is here."
"No, it's Angel."
The blonde answered sullenly.
"Can sense he has a soul; doesn't explain why he's here though."
Xander's face flamed as he remembered what Angel had told him back in L.A. the day he had secured his soul, about welcoming him into the family properly. He blushed even harder as his cock twitched at the memory of Angel's lips on his, his hands roaming over him. It was obvious his mates had picked up on both his embarrassment and his arousal. The un-souled version of his lover just smirked at him and waggled his eyebrows, while the souled version pulled Xander to him and continued to growl.
"Stop that. We'll never be able to eavesdrop on them if you keep up that noise."
The brunette Spike grumbled. The blonde ceased his growling but did not lessen his hold on his human mate as they crept closer to the tomb in which the slayer and the elder vampire were ensconced. They heard Caleb speaking from inside.
"You know, I gave you ample warning. Told you not to interfere, but you chose not to heed. I was kind of hoping it'd go this way."
Then they heard another voice, an all too familiar one.
There were sounds of flesh hitting flesh and then...
"I was never much for preachers."
"You look good."
"You look timely. And also good."
"Heard maybe you needed a hand."
There was a scuffle and they didn't hear anything other than the sounds of battle for a few minutes. Then Buffy's voice again.
"See? Under control."
"Well...at least you could tell me you're glad to see me."
The threesome sneaked closer and peered inside just as Buffy pressed up against Angel and kissed him deeply. Xander blinked. Brunette Spike shook his head in disgust and the blonde just closed his eyes and turned away. He knew he was never the one she wanted, but to see her kissing his sire... it still hurt for some reason. Xander seemed to sense his distress and pulled him closer. He kissed his temple and then whispered in his ear.
"Let's go home."
On the way back to the car, brunette Spike sidled up to his blonde half and leaned in to talk to him so that Xander wouldn't hear them.
"Are you still in love with her?"
"Then what's with the brooding?"
"It's... I don't know what it is."
"Can I offer a theory?"
"Could I stop you?"
They exchanged pointed looks and finally the brunette grinned.
"Probably not. So, here's my theory. You ever wonder why you went after her? What it was about her that made you want her? Besides the not being able to kill her bit?"
He didn't wait for Spike to respond.
"What if she was your link? Like Dru was. What if you saw in her a way to keep Angelus in your unlife? What if the reason it hurts you to see them together is because of him, not her? Did you ever consider that?"
"'Cause, I hate the bloody poof! No way am I still pining after him, not now. I gave up on Angelus years ago."
"Yeah, I used to think that way too. Then he dropped everything and came for me. He stood up to the Initiative and the slayer for me. Soul or not, he's still Angelus. And he's still our sire. Think about that, Spike. If we still feel it, don't you think he might too?"
Spike gave his double a look that clearly said he was serious about this and left the blonde to consider what he had just told him. It wasn't easy for him to accept his feelings about Angel either, but he had. He had not only made up with his own sire, he had shared his lover with another version of him in a different reality. He remembered well what had gone on between this Angel and Xander a few weeks ago in L.A., and was expecting Angel to show up at their door at some point tonight.
Spike was unusually quiet on the drive home. He was thinking over what the other him had said. While he refused to believe that the only reason he had fallen in love with Buffy was because of Angel, he had to admit that it might have been one reason why he had pursued her in the beginning. Whether it was to piss Angel off by taking her from him, or to try and feel close to him again by being with her, he wasn't sure. He knew that with Angel in town, he was bound to show up looking for them. He had unfinished business with Xander, something Spike wasn't wanting to dwell on.
Back at the apartment, the dark-haired vampire sent their human mate off to shower so he could have a moment alone with the other Spike. He fetched them both a beer and paced the room as he tried to figure out what to say. Finally he came to a stop and just looked at the other vampire.
"This is stupid. You know he's going to show up here tonight, and you know why. What happens then? Are you honestly going to turn him away? Not allow him to accept Xander into the clan properly?"
"Yes. No. Argh, I don't know. I haven't come to this great understanding that you have. Your sire might have come for you, taken you back to L.A. and coddled you, but mine never did. I was chipped and left defenceless, and he didn't do a damn thing to help me. Yes, I know you had it way harder than I did, but it doesn't change the fact that he didn't even care enough to check up on me. This Angel doesn't give a rat's arse about us. The only reason he wants to welcome Xander is 'cause he wants to get his end down and make sure his soul is stuck on tight before he slips it to the cheerleader. Or Buffy. Or that wannabe watcher of his. Trust me, it has nothing to do with the lore, nothing to do with us, and certainly nothing to do with Xander. He doesn't even like the boy."
Just then the shower turned off and the two vampires eyed one another before silently agreeing to table this conversation for now. Thoughts of Angel would have to wait; there was a warm, wet, clean-smelling Xander available - and they planned to take advantage of that.
After unsuccessfully trying to get Xander into bed, the two vampires sulked as they watched their lover consume the better part of a large frozen pizza and a litre of cola. Xander knew that there were things they needed to discuss - namely Angel and the fact that he was liable to show up looking for them - but he didn't want to get into it on an empty stomach. Plus, any stall tactic he could come up with was all good, as far as he was concerned. Finally, as his stomach protested the consumption of any more food, he wiped his hands and face and then cleared his throat to get his lovers' attention.
"We need to talk about Angel."
The dark-haired Spike nodded his agreement, while the blonde snarled in annoyance. Xander turned his gaze on him and smiled softly. He knew that Spike didn't want Angel touching him, and he was fine with that decision, but they needed to present a united front to the older vampire when he arrived. Xander knew - it had been made painfully aware to him back in L.A. - that he was no good at reasoning with his lovers' sire, especially once he was distracted with the touching and the kissing. He didn't want to risk them doing something that Spike would regret.
"I know you don't want him to touch me; I understand that. I promise you, he won't - not unless you say so."
Spike dragged Xander onto his lap and wrapped his arms around him before burying his face in his mate's neck.
Xander carded his fingers through the short, blonde locks and waited for Spike to calm himself. The other Spike watched all this with a cold look in his eyes.
"Do I get any say in this?"
Xander looked up at him and blinked.
"Do I get any say in this? I may not be this reality's Spike, but nevertheless, I am Spike. Therefore, Angelus is still my sire - therefore I should have some say as to whether you get a formal acceptance into the clan or not. So, do I?"
Blonde Spike looked up at his darker-haired double with hate-filled yellow eyes. Xander could hear the fan starting up; could smell the shit approaching. He just hoped he could pull the plug on it before it hit.
"Whoa! Hold up; everyone calm down. First, explain to me what the big deal is about getting the Angel seal of approval, then we'll go from there. Okay?"
Both vampires nodded and the blonde continued to hold Xander on his lap as the brunette thought about the best way to explain why he wanted his sire's approval of his choice of mate.
"If I had claimed you unwillingly - if you hadn't wanted it - I would need Angel's approval to keep you, but since you accepted my claim, and claimed me back, it's not necessary."
He saw the triumphant look on his double's face and continued.
"However, it's my right as a Master vampire of the line of Aurelias to have my sire acknowledge my mate. I've never taken a mate before, Xander - never wanted to - but now that I have, I want that approval, that acceptance. I want every demon out there to know that you are a member of the Aurelias line, that to mess with you is to mess with not only me, but the entire clan, as well. You know I would never do anything to hurt you, love. And if you really don't want this, I won't force the issue. I just... I want this."
Xander nodded his understanding and then turned to face his other mate. He could tell that the blonde was torn, that at least a small part of him understood, and maybe even felt the same way.
"Spike? Why don't you want this?"
Spike blew out a frustrated breath and stood up; he set Xander back down on the sofa and paced the length of the room. He couldn't explain why; he didn't know. He was still coming to terms with having his soul back, Xander being the only thing keeping him sane, the world coming to an end, having an evil twin from another dimension, and being mated to a human. Throw in the complications of still having feelings for Buffy, and now Angel showing up - not to mention that his double might possibly be right about what he still felt for his sire; well, he was so confused he didn't know which way was up.
"I don't know. I don't know how I feel about Angel; I resent the hell out of him. I hate him with every fibre of my being - the thought of him touching you makes my cold blood boil. He's taken everything from me, my life, my princess, the slayer, and now he wants you. I know it's not the same - Dru was his to begin with, so was Buffy - but you... You. Are. Mine. I don't want to share you. Not with him."
"Then you won't."
Xander looked at the dark-haired Spike and begged him with his eyes not to make an issue of this.
"Well, this is just fuckin' peachy!"
Spike spun on his heel and stormed out of the apartment. Xander looked from his lover to the door and then back again. He felt his eyes fill and then hot, salty tears were running down his cheeks.
"He'll be back, love. He just needs to blow off some steam."
Xander nodded. He hated this - having to choose between them.
"No, it's not your fault. You have a right to feel this way; he has a right to feel the way he does. We're just going to have to learn to deal with these things - compromise. This obviously means a lot to him; more than I realised."
"It does. I just... I think a part of me - maybe - still loves him. What happens if I let that part out, if I allow Angel into my heart again? He doesn't love me. I was chipped and left defenceless, love. He didn't care. Didn't come to see if I was getting on all right, if I was feeding. He just turned a blind eye, ignored me. If I let him, he'll destroy me. I just don't know if I can take it again. Not now with this... soul in here. I'm too weak."
Xander kissed Spike softly and then looked into his eyes.
"Not weak, Spike. You are the strongest man I know. And if it helps... Well, Angel knew about the chip. Giles called him after it first happened; Angel offered to come and take you back to L.A., but at the time, we were still trying to find out about the Initiative, and you were so sure you could find a way to get it out... "
"I guess we should have told you, but we all assumed that you hated Angel, and that you wouldn't go anyway. I'm sorry."
Spike blinked and looked at Xander with wide, astonished blue eyes.
"He offered? Really?"
"Yeah, he even asked about you a few times after that. At the time, I thought it was because he was worried you were bothering Buffy, but I've come to know him a lot better since then. He was worried about you. He does love you, I'm sure of it."
Spike's mouth twitched up at the corners and he struggled not to smile.
"You sure you aren't just saying that so's you can get to shag him again?"
Xander spluttered indignantly and Spike lost the battle not to grin. In fact, he laughed out loud.
"Alright, we'll do it then. When Spike comes back, we'll tell him that Angel can do his Master of the line of Aurelias shtick, and welcome you properly."
"Are you sure?"
"I am. He's right, you know; it is our right as Master vampires to have our mating acknowledged by our sire and the head of the line. Besides, it gives you an added measure of protection - not that you need it now, what with you being Mr. Wizard an' all - but the more people looking out for you, the better I like it."
"I love you."
Xander kissed his mate deeply, savouring the taste of him in his mouth. Finally he had to pull back for breath and smiled at the look on the vampire's face. The door opened and a sullen Spike strode back into the apartment and flopped down on the sofa. Xander smiled at the blonde Spike and then crouched down in front of his sulking brunette mate.
"You okay now?"
Spike pouted and crossed his arms in a childish manner. Xander felt his lips twitch and bit the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning.
"Couldn't even find something to pound on. This town is bloody dead."
"Spike, Spike and I talked while you were gone. He's changed his mind. When Angel shows up, we'll go through with the ritual or whatever it is. Okay?"
The brunette blinked and looked at the blonde sceptically.
"You sure, mate?"
"Yeah. I am."
Spike grinned and launched himself at his blonde doppelganger and kissed him soundly on the mouth. Xander smiled. Things were never going to be easy among the three of them, but it would always be worth the small conflicts to see them together like this. Blonde Spike blinked in shock when his double first kissed him, but then gave himself over to the gentle pressure on his lips. Xander was just about to suggest they take this into the bedroom when a knock at the door broke him out of his thoughts of naked Spikes.
Angel stood outside the door and waited. He was still in shock after what Buffy had told him; Spike had a soul. He wondered why Xander had neglected to mention that fact when he had been in L.A. Hell, for that matter, he wondered why no one had called him when they first found out. Angel remembered all too well the way he had felt when he had first been cursed - the crushing guilt, the insanity, the nightmares, the visions of every single person he had ever killed coming back to haunt him over and over again. He could only image how much harder it had to have been on his childe.
The First had tried - and almost succeeded - in getting him to kill himself years ago. It was only Buffy's dogged determination that had kept him from following through on it. He had been used to having his soul at that point, so when he thought about Spike - being newly souled and up against The First as well - he had to admit his childe was stronger than he gave him credit for. It did hurt though, that their relationship was so non-existent that Spike wouldn't turn to him for guidance. It was his fault; he was the one who had walked away, abandoned his childer and lived on the fringes of humanity for decades on end. He knew that even though Darla had shunned him, Drusilla and William would not have.
Angel shook himself out of his thoughts of what could have been; he needed to focus on the here and now. On the other side of that door was his childe - two versions of him, actually, one souled and one not. Plus there was Xander. Xander, who was mated to both versions of his childe, who had secured his soul and then gone back to Sunnydale. Xander, who was still not an official member of the family, something Angel was planning to remedy tonight. If he ever got up the courage to knock on the damn door.
There was a noise in the stairwell and Angel ducked into the empty apartment across the hall and watched through the peephole as a dark-haired Spike walked into Xander's apartment and slammed the door behind him.
"William?" Angel whispered. He had expected both vampires to look the same, but it made sense to him now that he thought about it. Of course Spike would have changed his appearance; he would want to distance himself from what he had been before. Gathering his courage, knowing that his childe surely needed him, Angel walked across the hallway and knocked on the door to Xander's apartment.
Xander watched, fascinated as his lovers both shifted momentarily to game face and then back again as they looked at the door. He had a pretty good idea of who it was on the other side, even before they both confirmed it was Angel. He took a deep, calming breath and opened the door.
"Hello, Xander. May I come in?"
Xander stepped aside and Angel entered the apartment. Both Spikes were already on their feet and watching the by-play. It was quite unexpected though, when Angel walked directly to the dark-haired Spike and drew him into his arms. Xander and the blonde both blinked as Angel began to speak.
"I'm so sorry, William. I didn't know; if I had, I would have come sooner. You have no idea how proud of you I am; you're much stronger than I gave you credit for. Are you all right? Is there anything I can do for you?"
The brunette had finally gotten over his shock and looked up at the older vampire with a smirk on his face.
"Well, for starters, you could tell me what the hell you're talkin' about."
Angel looked at him in confusion, then looked at the room's other two occupants hoping for some explanation. They too looked as if they wanted an answer to Spike's question.
"Buffy told me about your soul."
The brunette jumped back as if he'd been burned.
"Oi! No soul here. You've mistaken me for the other Spike."
Spike pointed to the blonde who was now snickering in Xander's arms.
"He's the one with the soul."
"But your hair...?"
Angel trailed off as the blonde started to howl with laughter. Even Xander couldn't help but giggle.
"Oh, that's it! I'm getting rid of this damn hair just as soon as I can find a box of colour."
He turned and glared at his lover and his twin.
"Quit yer bloody snickering. This is not funny."
Angel finally seemed to clue in to the fact that he had just embraced and tried to comfort the wrong Spike. He took a closer look at the blonde and shook his head.
"Well, I suppose there's no point in repeating what I just said to him, to you, is there?"
"Maybe not, but you could try it anyway."
Spike looked at Angel, searching his eyes for any trace of the affection that he once had for him; he must have found it for he smiled and stepped closer to him.
"Well? What are you waiting for, Peaches?"
Spike smiled at his sire and Angel smiled back. The older vampire quickly pulled Spike into his arms and breathed in his scent.
"I've missed you, boy. I'm sorry I've been such a horrible sire."
"S'okay, I get it now. I don't think I'd be able to be around my childer either now. If I had any, that is."
"You don't hate me then?"
"No. I did though; thought you hated me, so I hated you back. It was easier than admitting that I still loved you."
"Oh, William. I'm so sorry."
Xander and Spike watched the reunion with smiles on their faces. They both understood what this meant for the other two; a century-long rift was finally being mended. Spike knew how miserable he had been when he'd lost Angelus, and how he had buried any feeling he still had for his sire behind his budding feelings for Dru. He had made her the centre of his world, knowing that she needed him. It was the only thing that kept him from greeting the dawn those first few months. He turned to Xander and tilted his head toward the kitchen; Xander nodded and they quietly left the room - giving sire and childe some privacy to reacquaint themselves.
Eventually, Angel let go his death grip on Spike and stepped just slightly away from him. He cupped the side of Spike's face and tilted it up as he slowly lowered his own, giving Spike time to withdraw if he didn't want this.
Spike stood still, his eyes never leaving those of his sire, waiting for the one thing he never thought he'd feel again - his sire's kiss. Finally, Angel's lips brushed over his own and he sighed with relief. He hadn't realised quite how much he still needed Angel, not until that moment. He parted his lips in invitation, and was thrilled when Angel pulled him closer and deepened the kiss.
In the kitchen, Xander and Spike stood with their arms around each other, heads resting on each other's shoulders. They were both wanting to do more than just hold each other, but didn't want to distract the pair in the living room from their reunion. Finally, Spike pulled back and kissed Xander softly on the lips.
"I think it's time we move this to the bedroom, love. Come on, we'll gather the other two en route."
Xander licked his lips and nodded his assent. He followed Spike out of the kitchen, stopping dead in his tracks, his mouth going dry at the sight of his blonde mate and his sire devouring each other with lips and tongues. The brunette was watching the scene with more than just a casual interest as well.
"Gah." Xander whispered, and Spike grinned at him.
"You can say that again, pet."
Spike and Angel broke apart, both turning feral gazes on the other two men before stalking toward them. Angel grabbed the other Spike and kissed him almost brutally as the blonde demon claimed the lips of his human mate. Both couples continued the kiss as they walked toward the bedroom.
Xander found himself suddenly the focus of three master vampires. His brain wasn't quite sure how to react to this, but his body seemed to be carrying on just fine on its own as he grew impossibly hard, his breath hitching in anticipation. His mates approached him slowly, circling him as they trailed light caresses over his still-clothed form. Gently they began to remove the barriers that kept them from seeing all of Xander until he was finally standing naked before them.
Xander swallowed down the sudden burst of panic and embarrassment that overcame him at being the only one who was sans clothing. He figured this had something to do with the ritual or whatever it was they were about to do. He looked over at Angel as his mates left his side and made their way toward him.
With heads bowed in supplication, they began to undress the older vampire, being careful to fold and stack his clothing as each piece was removed. Xander's eyes swept over Angel's naked form and he grinned. While he was not the lean, sculpted perfection of his mates, Angel had a classic beauty, and certainly nothing to be embarrassed about below the belt.
Angel allowed Xander to study him, enjoying the frank admiration he could read in his hungry gaze. It had been far too long since he had taken anyone to his bed, and longer than that since it had actually meant something. Eventually though, he had to break the silence.
"Go lie down on the bed, Xander."
Xander nodded, looked toward his mates who were watching with aroused expressions on their faces, and then walked to the bed and crawled over to the middle of it. He lay on his back, head propped on the pillows, and waited. Angel turned to his childe - childer - and they both nodded and stripped out of their own clothing.
Once naked, the two younger vampires joined their mate on the bed - one on each side of him. Angel watched as they petted and kissed and stroked Xander into a frenzy of lust and need. As the blonde slicked and stretched Xander's opening, the brunette reached into the bedside table drawer and removed a cock- ring before quickly attaching it to the writhing human.
At Angel's soft-spoken command, both vampires ceased their attentions and moved to flank Xander's sides. Angel crawled up the length of the bed until he was hovering just over Xander's prone form. Without any encouragement, the younger vampires each took one of Xander's legs and opened them up revealing him to their sire and master. Angel sat back on his heels and looked at the image Xander presented. He was hard, sweaty, and flushed with arousal. Angel could hardly believe that this was the same boy that had made his life a hell while he was dating Buffy. He shook his head in wonderment and then promptly forgot all about the slayer as Xander moaned and thrust his hips up wantonly. Angel swallowed.
"Xander, by taking you, I am acknowledging you as mate to my childer and accepting you as one of my clan. You will be a member of the line of Aurelias, and expected to hold to the lore. You will be mine as well as my childer's and be expected to treat me accordingly. Do you understand the commitment you are making, to not only your mates, but to myself and the clan, as well?"
Xander nodded his head, but when Angel remained silent and simply watched him, he realised that he probably had to say the words. He licked his suddenly dry lips and cleared his throat.
"I understand. I accept that I am yours as well as my mates; I will uphold the lore and will submit to you as Master of the line of Aurelias."
Angel nodded once, looked at both versions of his childe and then smiled.
"Welcome to the family, Xander."
Then he drove himself into the young man in one swift stroke. Xander cried out and arched his back, baring his throat to the hungry gaze of the three vampires. Angel growled low in his chest and then struck swiftly. As his fangs pierced Xander's throat, he felt the human's muscles clench around him and knew that Xander would have cum, had he not been wearing the ring. Gently he removed his fangs, bit into his wrist and presented the dripping wound to the writhing man beneath him.
"Drink, Xander. Accept my blood as your own."
Xander fastened onto the wound and drew on it as Angel roared and spilled himself deep within him. As soon as Xander let go of his wrist, Angel slid from Xander's body and the brunette Spike moved into his place. Xander's eyes widened in shock as Spike slid deep inside him and began to move with hard, fast strokes. He bared his throat and Spike bit directly over the mark left by Angel. He didn't take much blood - barely a mouthful - before removing his fangs and biting his wrist. He, too, presented it to Xander who fastened his still-bloody lips to it and drank. Spike barely managed another stroke before he, too, came.
Xander, who was still hard and desperate for release, turned his head in time to see that Angel had pinned the blonde vampire to the bed and was fucking him through the mattress. Spike turned his head to look at Xander at the same moment. Their eyes met and then they both leaned forward a fraction until their mouths met as well.
Xander could taste Angel's blood in Spike's mouth; he wondered if his mate was being reclaimed by his sire while he was being reclaimed by the other Spike. Then he had no time to wonder as Angel pulled Spike's mouth away from his and the two Spikes changed places. This time, before Xander was entered, Spike leaned over and placed a soft, reverent kiss to his lips.
"I love you."
Was whispered against his mouth and then he was taken once again. Xander wondered if he was ever going to be able to cum. Not that he wasn't enjoying this, but he felt like he had been hard forever.
Spike looked over to Xander's other side and saw that Angel and the dark-haired version of himself were likewise engaged and grinned; Angelus always did have stamina. He brushed his lips over Xander's again and then nudged his head to the side before placing a soft kiss over the angry-looking bite mark on his throat.
"Last one, love; don't worry, you get to cum too, this time."
Spike chuckled as he heard Xander's softly-muttered "thank God" and then he sank his fangs into the mark. He withdrew his fangs, slashed his wrist, and as Xander's mouth fastened over the wound, he reached between them and released the clasp on the cock ring. As Spike increased both the force and the speed of his thrusts, Xander finally came with a loud scream, his back arching off the bed, and then fell back to the mattress just as his mate spent himself inside of him.
There was a muted howl and a loud growling noise to the left of him. Xander barely managed to turn his head in time to see his dark-haired mate lick the blood from his lips before they were covered by Angel's - as the eldest man in the room kissed his other-dimensional childe. The blonde vampire sprawled across Xander's chest, sated and at peace. He had his mate - now a fully accepted member of the line of Aurelias, and he had made up with his sire.
Xander smiled as the vampire on his chest started to purr. Much like cats, the other two vampires curled into his warmth and echoed the rumbly noise. Xander wondered if this was just going to be a one-time thing, or if he could expect to be sharing his bed with Angel again anytime in the future. He had read the watchers' diaries - along with anything else he could get his hands on that had to do with Vampires - and he fully understood the commitment he had made tonight. Angel was now his master - his sire in a way - and he knew that as such, he was entitled to do whatever he wished to him, including taking him to bed.
"You're thinking too much, Xander. Go to sleep."
Xander blinked and turned his head to see Angel smiling at him.
"Eh, you know, just practising up on my brooding. Thought I'd get an expert's opinion on whether I'm doing it right or not."
Angel chuckled softly and Xander smiled sheepishly.
Angel's eyes bled yellow and he growled softly.
"Unless you want to be taken again, I suggest you don't call me by that name."
Xander swallowed and shook his head even as his cock twitched at the thought. Angel sniffed the air, smiled and moved closer to the wary human.
"Angel... I… The spirit is willing, but the ass is sore. You know?"
Angel laughed and shook his head.
"Sleep, Xander. Anything else can wait until morning."
"Okay. Are you staying then?"
"I thought I might. You don't mind?"
"No. No, of course not."
Xander smiled softly and closed his eyes; he was somewhat startled when the man on his chest began muttering.
"Good; now that that's settled, can we shut up and sleep now?"
"I second that."
Came an identical voice from beside him.
"Okay. G'night Spike. G'night Angel. G'night Spike."
"Good night, love."
"Go to sleep, git."
There were soft chuckles and then silence as the foursome drifted off to sleep. The only sound in the apartment was Xander's soft snores.
When Xander woke the next morning, Angel wasn't in the bed. He carefully extracted himself from the tangle of bodies without waking his mates and made his way to the kitchen. He found Angel - wearing only his slacks - making coffee.
"I'm sorry, Xander. Did I wake you?"
"No. How come you're up?"
"Sorta used to keeping human hours - Cordelia insists that I do the office stuff during the day."
They were silent for a few minutes, both watching the steady drip-drip of the coffee until Xander finally broke the silence.
"Angel? Can I ask you something?"
"What's going on with you and Buffy? I thought you and Cordy..."
Angel looked uncomfortable for a moment and then sighed softly.
"She slept with my son. I know that she was being influenced, but that doesn't change what happened. Besides that fact, Conner loves her.
He's my child; I won't be the reason that she hurts him. I can't hurt him that way; he's already lost so much because of me, I can't take Cordelia too."
"But if she doesn't love him..."
"She doesn't. But I won't be the reason she ends it with him."
"I get that, but what about Buffy? I mean you guys were kissing."
"You saw that?"
"We all did."
"She was just saying hello."
"Most people don't say hello with their tongues."
Angel gave Xander a pointed look and the man realised what he just said.
"Never mind. Not what I meant. So, what now? With Buffy I mean.
"Buffy and I... I love her; I will always love her, but she isn't ready. She needs to live, to grow, to... finish baking."
Angel smiled sheepishly.
"There was a cookie-dough analogy; I didn't really understand it myself at first. She said she wasn't ready to be eaten."
Angel grinned and Xander did as well.
"I have time to wait for her; when she decides she's ready, if I'm the one she wants, I'll be there. Otherwise, well, I've been alone for the better part of a century. I'll survive."
Xander had a sudden pang of sympathy for the vampire right then. Being in love with someone like Buffy couldn't be easy. She would always have to put her duty before her personal feelings; it made Xander glad that Buffy had never returned his boyhood affections.
"Hey, you have us. You don't have to be alone."
Xander said that in all seriousness. He was surprised to hear his statement confirmed by his lovers. He hadn't realised they were awake.
"Hey, did we wake you?"
"Nah, love. Smelled the coffee."
The brunette kissed Xander on the cheek on his way to the kitchen. He grabbed two mugs out of the cupboard and passed them to the blonde Spike who had followed him into the kitchen before grabbing another two out of the cupboard for Angel and Xander.
The vampires drank the blood that the dark-haired Spike had prepared for them before refilling their mugs with coffee. Xander just sipped at his own overly-sweetened beverage and watched them as they interacted. It was amazing how easily they all seemed to get on with one another. He wondered where the angst, sorrow, and anger from the night before had gone. Then again, they were vampires; maybe it was just easier for them to accept change and move on.
"You're brooding again, love."
The blonde whispered in his ear before nipping the lobe softly and then kissing it better.
"Gonna give Peaches here a run for his title of Brood Master, you are."
"Sorry, Spike. Just thinking."
"About what, love?"
"How easy this all is. Shouldn't it be harder?"
Spike chuckled and turned Xander around so he could look at him.
"It's simple, pet. I love you. Spike loves you. You love us, yeah?"
"Well, it's the same thing with Angel. He's our sire. We love him, he loves us. Not the same as it is with us, but it is love. You are part of us now, a full-fledged member of the line of Aurelias; we're all family here, Xander. That's why it's so easy. Family forgives you. Family loves you, protects you, and fights for you. Family drifts away sometimes, but it always comes back to you. Always."
"Yeah, you'll never be alone again either. No matter what happens with The First. None of us will be alone again; we're all family now."
Xander smiled and kissed his mate soundly. He didn't want to think about The First or the battle ahead of them. He knew that they wouldn't all make it out alive, that some of them would be lost. He just hoped to God that his little family - scoobies included - would survive it.
"Let's take this to bed, love. I want to feel you inside me."
Xander nodded and began walking his mate back toward the bedroom, his lips never leaving the vampire's for even a moment. Angel and the other Spike exchanged a look and then silently followed behind them.
Spike and Xander had torn off their clothes and were already sprawled across the bed. Xander had the blonde pinned beneath him and was pistoning two slick fingers in and out of him. The blonde was panting, begging his mate to hurry.
Angel and the other Spike wasted no time in removing their own clothes and joining the couple on the bed. The elder of the two newcomers took up the discarded tube of lubricant and began preparing Xander thoroughly. The human continued to stretch and tease his mate while moaning and pushing back onto Angel's fingers. Finally, the blonde vampire could take no more.
"Xander, if you don't shag me now, I'm going to go shag myself."
Xander giggled at the silliness of that statement but then decided to take pity on his mate and removed his fingers and pushed his cock inside of him. He felt Angel move behind him and held still while he was filled as well. He looked over at the dark-haired Spike who was slowly stroking himself and watching the three men on the bed. Xander grinned and beckoned him closer.
Spike allowed Xander to move him into position and then smiled. He was sitting astride his double's face while Xander was sucking him off. It wasn't the easiest of positions, or the best blow-job he'd ever had, considering Xander was being fucked by Angel and fucking Spike at the same time. But it was getting more interesting by the minute, especially when he felt the tip of his doppelganger's tongue flick over his hole.
"Fucking yes! Oh hell, do that again."
Angel was slamming himself into Xander; which made Xander slam into the vampire beneath him. It also made Xander moan a lot - something that felt incredibly good on Spike's shaft as he sucked him. The blonde vampire was rimming him with abandon and he couldn't remember when he'd ever felt this good. Having someone who knew exactly how to touch you was amazing.
Xander couldn't hold back any longer. Having all three vampires taking their pleasure from his body was such a turn-on. He wondered if he looked as hot as he felt at that moment. His passionate cries were muffled by the cock in his mouth, but still loud enough that had he still had neighbours, they would be wondering what the hell was going on in his bedroom.
Xander's climax triggered Angel's and he stiffened suddenly, his eyes bleeding yellow as he howled and emptied himself into the warm channel that surrounded him. The blonde Spike was next to let go; he, too, changed to game face as his orgasm ripped through him, turning his head and burying his fangs into the other Spike's thigh, which, of course sent him over the edge as well.
Soon enough, the four men lay sprawled in a tangle of limbs on the messy bed. Xander could barely keep his eyes open; he was sated and exhausted. His mates curled up on his chest and Angel spooned behind the blonde Spike. He wished that it could always be this simple, that they weren't facing the possible end of the world. He kissed the top of each vampire's head - even Angel's - and drifted off to sleep.
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