Here's [info]tgray's belated birthday ficlet

Disclaimer: It may come as a surprise but I'm not Joss Whedon or Mutant Enemy and therefore I do not own Spike or any of his many shagging and verbal sparring partners. I weep for the injustice of it all and play with these characters in the fiction I write because this is pretty much all the fun I have.

Beta'd by [info]kitty_poker1

Continues from Roadtrips That Make You...



Angel stopped what he was doing and propped his hands on his desk. The chair squeaked as he settled against the back. "Spike."

Spike rolled his eyes and shoved a reluctant Xander into the office toward the older vampire. "Pouf."

Xander glared at Spike, then slunk over to one side of the office out of their immediate viewing range.

Angel sighed. "What are you doing here? With...Xander."

"Take a good whiff, Angelus. What do your keen senses tell you?"

Angel's nostrils flared, then he was off his feet and around the desk, flying across the room toward Spike before Xander could blink.

"You sired him."

Spike gasped for air he didn't need, the hand tightening at his throat cutting off his ability to speak. All he could do was gurgle and choke as Angel pressed him harder into the wall he'd slammed him into.

Xander watched wide-eyed as Angel strangled his sire and wondered if he should be trying to do something.

He settled on standing against one wall, shaking like a leaf. He may've been a vampire but he was new at this gig and didn't know what power he held yet. Spike said he'd teach him all about it later.

Not that he'd even try to go against Angel. He was, like, a thousand years older and that much stronger than he was.

Angel stared good and hard into Spike's eyes then released the younger vampire. "What do you want? I'm sure the others would really like to know what you've been up to...where Xander is...that you killed him and can now officially dine on the populace..."

Spike scoffed. "Those idiot children will never notice the boy's gone till they need him to fetch coffee and doughnuts."

Xander's eyes fell to the floor. Despite the fact that he knew how little Buffy and Willow had needed him, what Spike said still hurt. But he saw the truth of it. He was little more than an errand boy on a good day.

"I saw the potential in him, Angel. I chose him and he's mine."

Angel's eyes narrowed but he didn't move from his position, pressing Spike into the wall with his own body. "How did you even take him? Don't you have some government chip in your head that leashes you or something?"

Spike growled, eyes flashing, in remembrance of that chip and how it had made his life a living hell for the past couple of years. "It fizzled out. Don't know how or why but it's gone. First thing I did was kill the rotten parents of the boy here. Didn't put up much of a fight, though, more's the pity, because they were so bloody drunk. Second thing was to go downstairs to the basement and turn this one. Was asleep and couldn't fight me off when he did wake. Easy peasy."

Angel turned momentarily to stare at Xander, who wished he could somehow melt into the background and this was not happening. Spike took the opportunity to slip out from between his sire's hard body and the wall behind him.

He lit up a cigarette.

Angel scowled. "Do you have to smoke that in here?"

"None of us has to breathe, you ponce."

Angel rolled his eyes and after walking around the desk he reseated himself in his chair. He steepled his fingers beneath his nose. "Yes, but the humans who work for me will smell it and think I've lost my soul or something. For some reason they think any kind of physical pleasure means I've lost all control and should be chained up."

Xander bit back a snicker.

Spike snarled, dropped the smoldering butt to the floor and ground it out beneath his boot sole. "Happy?"

A small smile flickered across Angel's face. "Extremely. Now, tell me what you two are doing here. What do you want from me, Spike? Why did you come here?"

For the first time since Xander had known Spike, the blond appeared uncomfortable and at a loss for words.

Spike looked down at his scuffed boots and trailed one toe across the linoleum. He sighed. "I want you to accept him into the family."

Angel inhaled sharply.

Xander frowned at both of their reactions. "Accept me how? I thought I was already in the family."

"Shut up, wanker."

Angel cast a glance at him and suddenly Xander felt about three inches tall. The steel in that look made him glad he no longer had to breathe, that his heart no longer beat, because he'd be giving the level of his anxiety away right now.

"You don't need me to do that. I'm not Angelus anymore, Spike. Take the boy and leave. I won't follow you. You've got an hour pass. I want you to leave. Get out of my city and don't come back."

"You always were a self-important bastard, you know that?"

Spike's eyes grew cloudy and glassy, his cockiness dissipating instantly, and suddenly Xander got the impression that whatever Spike had asked had been really important and mattered a lot to the blond vampire.

Spike inhaled unevenly. "Please, sire? I know you hate me, hate everything to do with...being a vampire, but I need this. He needs you to do this. Without'll be like he's a target. More so than he already will be given my...tarnished reputation. Please, just this one thing and you'll never have to see me or the boy again. If that's what you want."

Angel pursed his lips and dropped his hands to the desk top. He leaned forward, drumming his finger tips on the hard surface littered with papers. "Is it really that important to you, Will?"

Spike swallowed hard, nodded. "Yeah," he said softly.

Angel glanced at Xander again, resistance crumbling. "All right."

Spike's smile was brighter than the sun.

Xander scratched his head. "What the hell is going on?"


"You want Angel to what?!" Xander shrieked.

Spike clamped a hand over his mouth and dragged him further into the dark shadows just outside Angel's office. Angel had gone up to his bedroom to get ready for the event and had left them alone so Spike could tell Xander what was going on.

Angel had smirked. He'd known Spike hadn't told Xander what they were doing there and was enjoying the fact immensely.

Xander squirmed out of Spike's embrace and shoved both hands through his hair. He tugged hard, disbelief and horror written all over his face. He began to pace.

"You want Angel to fuck me into the family? How the hell is him fucking me logical? How is it even necessary? Can't we pay Drusilla a visit? I mean, I can do crazy...or she can do me, whatever. But Angel? I don't think so."

He started to run to the exit but Spike grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and yanked him back into an embrace of steel.

"Now, listen to me, boy," he hissed into Xander's ear. "This is quite an honour. Angel barely did it when he was soulless and to have him admit you into the family by a claiming after being souled is to be cherished and treated as the prestigious event that it is. You got me?"

Xander swallowed, then sagged against Spike. "I got it," he said glumly, lips forming into a pout. "I just don't like it."

Spike dragged his teeth along the bite mark he'd given the boy that would never heal -- not that he wanted it to. "You'd better not like it. Enough people have fucked me over because of Angelus and I don't need you leaving me too."

Xander turned in Spike's arms, wide grin on his lips. "Aww, Spikey, you do care!"

Spike growled.

Xander grabbed the back of Spike's head and shoved his tongue into Spike's mouth.

Spike moaned.


Xander stood in Angel's bedroom uncertainly, nervously, so nervous that his mind went blank when Angel looked at him pointedly.

"Take off your clothes, git," Spike urged from the chair he'd claimed not far from the end of the bed. He'd need a good view for this.

"Oh. Right."

Taking off his clothes. Right. Getting naked for Angel to fuck him. Yeah.

He didn't know how he'd get it up. He was so fucking terrified.

Even more so when Angel finally finished undressing, revealing a cock so huge he didn't know how the hell it would fit inside him.

And it wasn't even fully erect yet!

He whimpered.

"Xander, it's okay. I won't hurt you. I'm sure Spike's done a lot more damage than I will."

Spike growled.

"Shut up, William."

"I just...this is weird. I never thought I'd be a vampire and have to be fucked by you..."

Angel approached him slowly, as if he were a frightened animal, and put a large hand on his shoulder. He squeezed gently, trying to reassure Xander. "It'll be okay. We do this, that's all there is to it. Just the once. A bite and some sex to get my scent on you and you'll be a full-fledged member of this family, okay?"

Xander inhaled shakily, unable to meet Angel's eyes. His were almost hypnotically trained on the large cock that seemed to be filling and lengthening mere inches from him.

He swallowed hard. "How the hell's that going to fit in me?"

Angel chuckled at Spike's outraged 'oi! He's not that big!'. "Don't worry. I'll prepare you. Now, get undressed and lay down on the bed."

"Not much smaller than him, boy, as you fucking well know," Spike grumbled, more to himself than anyone else since no one was really listening to him. Xander hadn't put up such a stink when he'd taken him the first time. Made his pride sting a bit.

He crossed his arms and watched through narrowed eyes, lips pouting childishly as the boy began to take off his clothing and ready himself for Angel's claiming.

Xander climbed nervously onto the bed, every part of him seeming to twitch and shake uncontrollably. He flopped down on his front, squeezed his eyes shut and spread his legs. He waited.

The bed shook and he began to hyperventilate -- quite a feat for a vampire.

A large, cool hand gently rubbed up and down his spine, only serving to make him tense up even more. "Calm down. It's okay. You've got nothing to be nervous about."

Xander snorted. "Says you. You don't get to have a cock -- bigger than any you've seen, might I add -- stuffed up your ass just for the sake of vampire Lore or hierarchy or whatever."

Spike opened his mouth.

"Shut it, Spike."

Spike sneered and held up two fingers to his sire's back but said nothing.

Angel fingered the tube in his hand. "You want me to help you relax a little first?"


Angel gently turned the boy and leaned over him. When Xander shrank back he smiled slightly. "Close your eyes."

Xander squinted up at him suspicously. "When Spike asks me to do that it's never good for me."


"Shut up, Spike!" Angel and Xander said simultaneously.

"Well, you don't have to worry about it with me. Unlike some people, I don't play tricks in situations like this."


Xander shut his eyes.

Angel leaned forward and gently pressed his mouth to Xander's tense one.

Xander gasped in surprise and opened the way for Angel to push his tongue inside, then moaned as Angel's tongue began an erotic little dance around in his mouth. He tentatively began to move his own.

Within moments they were kissing heatedly and Xander had forgotten all about his nerves. He wrapped his arms around Angel's shoulders and pulled him closer. Angel dropped his body down onto the boy's and they both groaned as their naked flesh came into contact.

Xander began to harden. He spread his legs and arched into Angel's body.

They broke the kiss to pant. Angel's eyes were dark with desire and piercing into Xander's being when Xander finally dredged enough courage up to open his.

Xander licked his lips; Angel followed the movement with dilated pupils. "Wow."

Angel smiled.


When Xander was finally flipped onto his stomach he was so aroused it hurt and his entire body tingled electric. Angel had decided to lick every available inch of him -- not including the one place that had really needed it -- and that had completely broken what ice was left.

Xander sighed as Angel pressed two lubricated fingers into his ass and began to thrust them in and out. He arched, moved his hips back, and muffled a groan into the pillow beneath him when Angel's fingers grazed his prostate.

And when Angel finally pushed his shaft inside Xander, he threw back his head and every muscle in his body tensed.

"Relax," Angel grit out from between clenched teeth, biceps trembling with the effort of keeping his weight still and hovering over Xander's frozen body.

Xander panted. "That's easy for you to say. You don't have a ginormous cock up your ass!"

Spike snickered even as he opened the front of his pants and began to stroke his own -- better than average! -- prick.

Eventually, Xander relaxed enough for Angel to finish pushing into him and they both rested there, tension easing gradually as Xander started to enjoy the sensation of having Angel inside him.

"Ready?" Angel growled, rolling his hips.

Xander gasped and shoved back. "Yeah. Think I am. Go for it, big guy."


Despite Angel not having anything but his hand for company over the decades since he'd been cursed and Spike and Xander both having very active sex lives and also perfecting the art of the three minute quickie, surprisingly, the fuck went on for a lot longer than any of them anticipated.

It was heaven with a large cock moving up his ass, stretching and filling him, and Xander hovered on the edge of climax for a long time before Angel finally reached beneath him and began to stroke his swollen flesh.

"When I tell you, I want you to cum. Do you hear me, boy?"

"Yeah," Xander panted, moving back onto Angel's cock and forward into his fist.

Angel shoved into him hard, stripped Xander's prick, and then changed into vampire face. "Cum and bite down on my wrist."

Angel shoved his wrist at Xander's mouth and sank his own teeth into the boy's neck as Xander bit into him.

They shuddered in completion, drew a few mouthfuls of blood to complete the ritual and then collapsed.

Spike spread his legs wide, played with his balls and stroked his cock and then came all over the front of his shirt and hand as he watched the scene taking place in front of him.

Xander lay there, replete, relaxed, utterly debauched and unable to move even if the hotel had been on fire. He hummed his appreciation of the last couple of hours and felt the bed move as Angel left it and Spike sat down in his place.

Spike and Angel shared a glance, then a kiss, and Angel turned away to dress.

Spike pushed some hair from Xander's face, stared down at the closed eyes and lax features. "Xan?"

"Angel..." Xander purred, body stretching sinuously against the sheets.

Spike scowled. "Xander," he barked sharply.

Xander opened his eyes and grinned. "Knew it was you, asshole."

Angel hid a grin and pulled his shirt on. This kid would keep his childe on his toes.

Spike's eyes narrowed. "Now, is that any way to treat the one that made you, boy?"

Xander nibbled his tender, swollen bottom lip. "I don't do you want me to treat you, Spike?"

Spike stood up, stripped off all of his clothing and was positioning himself between Xander's legs before Xander could inhale to say anything else.

Spike pushed his legs up and slid into him easily on the sea of semen from his sire. He groaned.

"Like this. Welcome me into you. Squeeze and take all of my cock. Buck and writhe beneath me and never hold back when I fuck you."

Spike began to thrust hard and fast.

Xander cried out, arching, lifting his bent knees into the crook of Spike's elbows so Spike could open him up and plunder him more readily. "I think...I can do that."

Angel watched them from the door, small smile turning up one corner of his mouth. He closed the last few buttons of his shirt. "Welcome to the family, Xander."

He shut the door behind him.

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