Festival!Verse 8
Xander wondered if it were possible to experience post–traumatic stress disorder from sex, if it were hot enough. Because he´d been having flashbacks all day and into the evening, daydreams of bare skin that robbed him of all ability to finish his sentences...leaving him braindead and helpless, and Willow kept giving him that knowing look.
It was almost like...he´d been in ´Nam. Naked ´Nam. Naked ´Nam with two sexperts who had twelve hands, each. And now all he could think about was....
Yeah.
Xander wondered if he could maybe sue for pain and suffering. Or...what was it called...disruption of lifestyle. Yeah, that was the ticket. Because God knows he´d never be able to go back to his old one after this week. He was pretty sure Spike had ruined him for sex with anyone except maybe a professional.
Which might present a cash–flow problem. Yeah, he should definitely sue.
Though, you really wouldn´t catch him complaining, no sirree. Yeah, sure, Spike was diabolical, but he was evil in the sense that extra–fudgy devil´s food cake was evil. So sinister that you didn´t even complain about the fact that ten years down the road, your body was going to keel over and give up from too much of a good thing. Begged for it, even.
Xander and Spike had woken up alone this morning, and Xander had. Begged for it, that is. Yup, Spike was an evil bastard...especially since Xander´s body had still been sore and wrung out from the night before.
He still tingled, a little.
Caught up in his reverie, Xander didn´t even notice that he´d wandered so far from everyone until he realized he had ended up in the alley behind the concession buildings. He turned and was startled to find Angel hulking four feet behind him.
"Jesus! Stalker much? Scared the shit out of me."
Angel was studying him with a particular intensity that may just have denoted rip–you–to–shreds anger, though it was impossible to really tell, since the big lug never wore an actual expression.
Xander swallowed hard. "Heyyy Angel, how´s my favorite mountain doing this evening?"
A transient look of bewilderment crossed the man´s face before his features set back into that inscrutable expression, and Xander was very aware that he was pretty much blocked in by 200+ pounds of immoveable muscle.
"Faith," Angel said, eyes still dark and focused on Xander´s face.
Xander blushed as a particularly clear image of Faith–all of her–came to mind. He drew a complete blank on everything else. "What about her?"
Angel was quiet for the space of a long, drawn–out breath. "I heard you fucking her last night."
Angel´s expression was still undefinable–his tone conversational but dark. Why would he...oh god, maybe Faith was Angel´s girlfriend, the way Willow and Oz seemed to be a couple. Xander immediately paled at the realization. He hadn´t thought so, but why else would Angel bring it up? The guy had decided he wasn´t ok sharing her with an outsider...which didn´t speak well to Xander´s continuing health and well–being.
Now was the time for blind panic.
"Oh God, please don´t kill me, I didn´t know that you and her were together and I just think she´s really hot and of course you would know how hot she is because she´s yours but I didn´t think about that and it was mostly Spike´s idea and I never would have...."
Angel watched his agitated babbling with growing amusement–at least, Xander thought it was amusement by the way his mouth curved up just slightly because god forbid there was an actual smile and you know, Angel actually had really nice lips, and Xander was so caught up in his own double–babble inside and outside of his head that he didn´t even notice the way Angel had stepped into him until he had
Cupped Xander´s face in his really big hands and taken control of his mouth.
Oh.
Oh.
It turned out, Angel was very happy to see him. Not angry or homicidal at all, if the gentle movement of his lips was any indication. They needed to buy this guy a mood ring.
Or maybe, he just needed to go around kissing everyone.
Angel kissed the way that Xander knew, with his own two eyes, that he fucked (oh god). It wasn´t anything like Spike or Oz. It was soft, gentle even, but...was there any doubt that Angel was in total control of him? Angel´s mouth was soft on Xander´s, no tongue, just the velvety slide of full lips on his own, and when Xander got excited by the gentle brush of large hands down his back and tried to increase the pressure of their mouths, Angel resisted the change effortlessly. Xander made a sound of frustration in his throat and Angel...Angel chuckled into his mouth.
Angel´s hands came up from Xander´s waist to weave into the shaggy hair just behind his ears, so that he was cradling Xander´s skull in his palms, and Xander felt...weak–kneed, sagging into Angel when the tip of the man´s tongue licked along his lips. Angel was supporting his whole body weight just by that careful touch along the base of his skull.
Angel pulled back, thumbs grazing Xander´s jaw, looking down at his slack face with a soft expression. His eyes seemed amused, remaining trained on Xander´s. His voice was pitched to carry.
"So what do you say, Spike? Can I play, too?"
Xander´s eyebrows drew together for a moment in confusion before he heard Spike´s voice off to his right. His eyes rounded and he turned to find Spike standing there with his hands tucked casually into his pockets. Xander tried to pull away from Angel, but Angel held onto him easily.
"Polite to ask first," Spike replied dryly. Xander relaxed when he saw that Spike didn´t look angry.
"You would have said no," Angel teased, finally looking up at the blond.
Lazy blue eyes traveled from Angel´s face to Xander´s and back. "Probably. But only because you wouldn´t have asked nicely."
Xander caught the smirk on Angel´s face. "Probably not."
Spike sauntered closer. He flicked away his cigarette and slid up against Xander´s back, smelling warm like nicotine, skin hot even though the two layers of clothing between them. Angel was still pressed against his front, and Xander felt tense, in a pleasant way, about being trapped between the two of them. When Spike slid his arm around Xander´s waist, Xander felt a warm internal tug towards him and listed back into the embrace.
"Aren´t you just the popular one?" Spike teased at his ear. The smoky voice held a hint of laughter. A breathy kiss was brushed along the back of his neck. "All up to you, pet." Teeth ghosted along the rim of his ear. "What do you want?"
Angel´s head dipped then towards Xander´s throat and threads of heat spun out from both of their mouths to tug directly on his cock. Xander moaned, hips flexing forward to rub his erection into Angel´s thigh. He was nervous and overwhelmed and hell "Yes, please."
Spike laughed softly against his ear. "Back to camp, then."
Xander started to get even more nervous on the way back to the camp. Angel walked ahead, while Spike made them linger, arm wrapped around Xander´s waist, teasing touches making it increasingly difficult for Xander to walk at all.
When they stumbled together into the camp, they found Angel waiting for them on a spread–open sleeping bag in the middle of the tent circle.
He was already naked.
Xander gaped. "You don´t waste any time, do you?"
Angel shrugged. Xander wouldn´t have thought it possible, but sometimes he was even more economical with words than Oz. Xander found himself propelled forward by Spike´s arm around his waist, and soon he was standing at the edge of the bedroll, eyes glued to the well–muscled, tawny body sprawling there like a watchful but indolent cat.
Spike wrapped himself around Xander´s back, lavishing his neck with a wet mouth. He reached around and began to unfasten Xander´s jeans.
"Uh! Hold...hold the...." Xander craned his neck to look at Spike. "I don´t know if you noticed this? But we´re kind of outside, right now...and...everyone should all be getting back soon, so maybe we could–"
"Tents don´t have enough range of motion for poor ol´ Goliath, here," Spike teased against his ear. Angel scowled at him. "Trust me when I say, tryin´ to fuck this one in close quarters only leads to tears and knocked heads...´specially with there being three of us." Xander´s cock was freed from his underwear, and it sprang out, embarrassingly eager. "´Sides, the band that´s headlining tonight is brilliant...they won´t be back ´til late."
If Xander had any thoughts of further protest, they were demolished when Angel leaned forward and took the head of Xander´s cock between his lips–plump lips that Xander had already noticed a time or two were...fuckable. Xander could hardly swallow around the lump of horny disbelief in his throat.
The wet heat–the incredible visual–as Angel swallowed him down, was utterly unexpected, and Xander swore and buckled for a moment. Spike held him up with an arm banded around his waist.
Another hand curled around his chest, fingers rubbing over and around one excited nipple. Xander felt Spike smile against his ear. "Shoulda warned you. He does that, sometimes."
Angel´s dark eyes remained fixed on Xander´s face as his large hands pushed aside the jeans and boxers that still clung stubbornly to Xander´s hips. His grip burned Xander´s skin, though not as hotly as the mouth sliding up and down his dick.
God.
Whoever said a blowjob was a subservient act clearly had never met this man. He used it to dominate Xander´s body. And Spike was...busy being an accessory to the crime.
Spike´s hands slid under Xander´s t–shirt and pulled it upward, obscuring his vision for a moment as it went over his head. The temperature of the air was dropping as the sun dipped low on the horizon, and a breeze made his nipples pucker further. One of Angel´s hands slid up to span Xander´s abdomen–fucking huge bear–paw–pressing him back into Spike, whose hips thrust against his ass, teeth scraping over Xander´s neck.
Xander could hardly breath–and sure as hell couldn´t hold himself up. His head dropped back on Spike´s shoulder.
Chuckling at his predicament (bastard!), Spike pushed Xander´s pants and underwear off so that they pooled around his ankles. Angel pulled away, leaving his cock saliva–slick and chilled, to remove them entirely, along with his shoes. Spike kept him from tripping over himself.
Xander´s face felt hot at the way Angel´s eyes were meandering over his nakedness.
"C´mere."
Angel pulled Xander down and rolled them until Angel was on top, hovering above him. They slid against one another, skin to skin, kissing–Xander so excited by the full–body contact that he squirmed restlessly, trying to calm the crazy beat of his heart. Angel´s hand fisted loosely in Xander´s hair. There was nothing aggressive in Angel´s mannerisms, nothing to fear, but it felt inexorable: he was going to fuck Xander.
And Xander was going to like it.
With a moan and a grope, Angel rolled them onto their sides, holding Xander flush to him and running one hand smoothly down his body to pull his leg up and over the man´s hip. Xander shuddered at the open, vulnerable feeling until he felt Spike´s lips pressed between his shoulder blades. Spike´s nudity was pressed full–length against his back for just a moment before his hips shifted slightly away.
His finger pressed slickly into Xander´s hole.
Xander whimpered into Angel´s mouth and thrust forward, cock sliding against Angel´s, feeling trapped, skewered on a hook between the two of them, and Angel wouldn´t let him forget it, massaging the meat of Xander´s ass with one big hand so that his attention was drawn completely to where two of Spike´s fingers were crooked against his prostate.
As if he needed his attention directed to that.
"You´re ok, pet." At another distressed/pleasured sound, the soothing words were puffed against his shoulder over and over.
Xander relaxed marginally. Spike was here. Nothing bad would happen.
Still, all of the hands and hard muscle had Xander burning to hot. The thrusting of Angel´s tongue into his mouth mimicked the thrust–stretch of Spike´s fingers, which just kept going on forever until Xander felt sure you could drive a Chevy up his ass. It seemed like overkill, but good god, what a way to go.
Xander was loose and limp (and painfully hard) when they rolled him over with coaxing hands. Exhausted with lust, he looked drowsily at Spike, who was smiling at him, a hand stroking lightly over his face. Those blue eyes fixed intensely on Xander´s mouth, and then Spike was devouring it. This was so different from Angel´s kisses: biting, proprietary. Greedy. Xander moaned and drew Spike closer, wanting more.
But then Xander was gasping and pulling back for air, because Angel was pressing his cock, slicked and sheathed, into Xander´s body.
And it felt like he was driving a Chevy up Xander´s ass.
"Holy shit." His hand kneaded at Spike´s scalp, feeling...holy–"Holy shit."
Angel slowed his motion, but continued to press carefully forward. Xander´s breath grew shallow with the discomfort of the invasion, which wasn´t purely discomfort at all because his cock was swelling. Xander´s eyes pressed shut. The slow slide of that big cock against his prostate made his hips spasm forward against his will, Angel´s thick arm keeping him pinned back. And Angel just kept going. And going.
A hand stroked through Xander´s hair, and he opened his eyes to find himself staring into concerned blue ones. "You alright, pet? He´s a bit large."
Xander barked a laugh that was aborted by Angel´s teeth against his ear.
"Understatement. He´s a circus freak." How had Xander not noticed this? Objects in the ass may be larger than they appear.
Spike laughed at Angel´s indignant protest. "Not that bad, luv. You´ll be thanking him for it shortly."
Xander shook his head. He was having a hard time breathing. Angel had slid to a stop, presumably all the way in, and...god. All Xander could focus on was how full he was. "Easy for you to say. It´s not you with this club up your ass."
When Angel spoke into Xander´s ear, he jumped...having nearly forgotten that the other man was there. Well...obviously he knew he was there, just...he´d been quiet, was all. "Don´t let him fool you, he whined like a baby the first time, too."
Xander´s eyes grew round at the smug knowledge in the words. He had never even considered that Spike...took it. Ever. From anyone. "You–"
Angel grunted. "I´m started to get offended by all of this conversation," he grumped.
Spike snorted. "Tell me about it. He never shuts–"
"No more," Angel said with finality. "Now, Xander really, are you ok?"
Xander took a deep breath. His body was already beginning to relax a little. "Yeah, just...you should warn a guy before you–"
A thick tongue wormed its way into his ear, Angel´s hips shifting enough to distract him from his bitching. "I don´t usually get complaints," he laughed. "Spike...why don´t you make that big mouth of yours useful? I think he could use a little distraction from my gigantic cock."
Spike snorted and rolled his eyes, but he slid down Xander´s body anyway, and then Xander cried out against the slick heat and scorching tongue under–over–around his dick. He couldn´t thrust into it because Angel held his hips fast.
One thing was sure. Xander was no longer thinking about discomfort. He let out a long moan, body twisting in Angel´s grip.
Xander´s head lolled to the side, cradled by Angel´s shoulder, and that deep, soft voice spoke confidentially in his ear.
"Let me share Spike´s dirty little secret with you, Xander. Because I like you, and because I can tell already that you´re going to be a great fuck. Makes me all...chatty. See, the thing is, Spike actually likes to be topped. Loves it."
Xander´s eyes popped open at this revelation. Spike´s head was buried in his lap, and Xander realized Angel was no longer holding his hip. Instead, his fingers were tangled in Spike´s hair, loosing it from its gel. It gave the illusion that Angel was taking control over the way Spike was sucking him off.
Xander shuddered in full–body pleasure.
"Don´t get me wrong," Angel continued. He began to ease his cock out of Xander´s body so slowly, and Xander moaned like he was dying. Which he sincerely thought he might be. "He´s a top, first and foremost. He´s good at it...from what I understand. He enjoys it. But you already know that part."
Angel´s hips reached an imaginary fulcrum, and began to swivel back into Xander. So fucking slow...burning slow in contrast to the flash heat originating in Spike´s mouth.
Angel continued to talk, the words resonating in Xander´s empty skull. He couldn´t imagine why the man had suddenly morphed into a chatterbox. He apparently wanted to brag about how many times he´d had Spike´s ass.
Wasn´t that a hell of an image
"He cries for it, when I fuck him." The head of Angel´s cock hit a particularly happy angle, and Xander made a surprised cry. "Yeah, just like that. So don´t let him fool you. The thing is, Xander, that he likes it, wants it...to be penetrated...dominated...but he doesn´t let just anyone do it. Our boy here, he´s got trust issues."
Xander didn´t realize that Angel had been speaking louder until he saw Spike´s eyes flashed up to Angel´s. They bore into Angel, who didn´t seem bothered. The man grew even more smug, if anything.
"So it takes a certain...technique, to give Will what he wants. The way I´m fucking you right now?" Angel´s hips were beginning to swivel with more of a pace into Xander´s ass, and Xander found he couldn´t get enough oxygen...was gasping for it. He was on fire from the fucking, and the sucking, and the images of Spike in his place, being manipulated gently into a quivering mass.
God knows he´d like to see that.
"This is the way I´d fuck Will. The way he likes it. Firm, but careful. Gentle hands, hard strokes. Even a little rough sometimes, but not too much. Not even as rough as he´d be when he fucks you. He needs it lighter, when he takes it."
The words were ghosted across his ear, painting a picture worth millions of words, and Xander moaned at the steady, accelerating thrusts of Angel´s body into his own. Gentle hands, hard strokes: broad palms stroked over Xander´s body in a way that made Xander forgetful of the outside world, one big hand sweeping down to palm his balls and fondle with just enough pressure to be a threat...but an idle one. Xander was startled to realize that Spike´s face was once again right in front of his own, but Spike wasn´t looking at him. He was looking at Angel, irate and riled.
"No one´s interested in your prattle, you great berk."
Angel ignored the light threat in his voice entirely. Someone should tell them this was the weirdest dirty–talk ever.
Angel smiled and brushed his mouth over Xander´s skin. "Remember the way I´m fucking you, Xander. Pay attention." Xander gave a choked little laugh, because...that had to be a joke, right? But Angel started striking his prostate more directly and nothing seemed all that funny.
Xander´s eyes were still focused on Spike (Will?), who was looking back at Angel strangely, and Xander wondered if he´d missed something. Spike nearly seemed to be blushing.
"You´re daft," he grumbled at Angel.
"Spike?" Xander asserted. It came out as more of a gasp than Xander had hoped, but it got Spike´s attention, and it got Spike kissing him, swallowing all of the sounds he made at the impact of Angel´s body.
A large hand slid under Xander´s thigh to support its weight, making room, and Spike´s body insinuated itself right against Xander, pressing close. They were all pressed together, and Angel´s fucking rocked Xander forward repeatedly into Spike´s cock, making them gasp against each other. Angel was panting into Xander´s neck, teeth closing over the sweaty skin there.
Everything spun faster and faster until the world consisted of the two bodies thrusting against Xander´s own. Fast, hard, sweaty. It was almost a relief when one particularly determined thrust of Angel´s cock against his prostate sent Xander off like a rocket, shuddering with a cry, painting Spike´s chest and his own with come. All he could see were the dilated pupils of Spike´s eyes.
Angel´s hand was closed over Spike´s cock, pumping him as his own thrusts into Xander´s ass became erratic, breathing loud and harsh in his ear. Angel stiffened and grunted in a series of machine–gun thrusts, and then pumped Spike quickly to completion. Spike growled, chewing on Xander´s bottom lip as he came in messy ropes.
All motion ceased. They all lolled in an exhausted pile of sweaty flesh. Xander heard crickets. He thought he might be blind, but...nope, those were just his eyelids.
"Wow. If I´d known this was the show going on back home, I woulda skipped the headliner."
Xander´s head shot up. Faith was standing over them, flushed and horny.
Behind her stood Darla, Lindsey, and Oz.
Oz was smiling. Lindsey looked pale and for some reason, ill.
Darla was livid.
"This is the last fucking straw!" she shouted, presumably at Angel. Xander watched, bemusedly, as she actually stamped her foot in anger. "I put up with you whoring yourself all over the place, but now I find you fucking this...URGHHH!"
With a rather unflattering animal grunt, she stomped away. And then there were three.
Xander knew he was bright red, but...he was pretty sure he was too woozy to be truly embarrassed. He´d already had sex with Faith, he´d kissed Oz, and Lindsey...looked kinda like he´d blown a fuse.
All told, not the end of the world. He was pretty sure he´d be embarrassed later, but...he was skilled in the art of procrastination.
No one was speaking. Spike was just grinning like a jackass, stretching and caressing his own stomach in the afterglow. Xander rolled his eyes. A look at Angel revealed him to be of no use either...half asleep and apparently unconcerned by Darla´s conniption.
Something had to be done before everyone froze to stone and they became the kinkiest living statue on the planet.
Xander cleared his throat. If he had the energy, he would have taken a bow. "So...that concludes this little demonstration of the Big Gay Sex. If you´ve enjoyed what you´ve seen here, feel free to put a donation in the hat."
Crickets. Oz smiled and waved off.
Spike laughed and pulled Xander in for a lazy, self–satisfied kiss. When Xander finally managed to detach his face from Spike´s, everyone was gone but Faith, who squatted next to the bedroll, watching them unapologetically.
When she had his attention, Faith grinned sharply and crawled closer, running a teasing finger around Xander´s cock. It showed no interest. At all. Xander was mildly concerned that they´d finally broken it.
"Got me awfully worked up, you know. It´s not nice to leave a girl hanging. How long´s it gonna take you to recover, Romeo...fifteen, twenty minutes?"
Xander groaned and collapsed back. He immediately decided rolling onto his stomach would be a Very Good Thing. Owww.
"Bugger off, Faith," Spike laughed. "Go find Lindsey. Reckon he´s prime to stick his cock in a warm hole, right about now." Faith complained about sexual discrimination, but wandered off after the others. Xander didn´t move when Spike nuzzled into his ear.
"Xan–der," he sing–songed. "Time to get up and go inside properly. ´Less you want Willow and Cordelia to see your bare arse as well."
"Five more minutes," Xander mumbled tiredly.
Spike snorted. "Christ knows I´m not your mum, and if you wish I was, you´re sicker than all of us combined."
That made Xander crack a grin. "You mean there´s actually something you don´t go in for?"
"Cheek," Spike scolded.
Xander wiggled his butt.
"Mmm. Don´t tempt me, I think it´s a bit overused yet. ´Sides, now you´re probably so loose I´d get lost in there."
Xander found the strength to sit up and push Spike over in mock outrage. Spike fell, laughing, and dragged Xander closer.
"Sorry bout that lot. Didn´t think they´d be back, truly."
Xander shrugged. "I´m over it." He lay down next to Spike.
Spike stared up at the canopy of tree branches of their heads and suddenly began to laugh.
"What?"
"I don´t think Lindsey ever will be. Reckon we´ve turned him. Probably run off to the men´s to have a wank."
Xander blushed in the darkness. "Really?"
Spike´s face turned towards Xander. "Sure. Been desperate for Angel to shag him for fucking ever, and he fancies you. Probably planning to smother me in my sleep for having you both. Simultaneously." He teased his tongue between his teeth, teasing, and Xander grinned despite the idea being an odd one–someone jealous over his attention.
Spike read his mind, somehow. "Better get used to it, pet. They´ll all want to shag you, here on out." He captured Xander´s bottom lip, worrying it. "They´ll just have to wait their turn."
