AUTHORS: dru & EvilWillow (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Mile High Club
PAIRING : Spike/Xander, Angelus/Spike, Angelus/Spike/Xander
RATING : NC17 (highly smutty
with plenty of salty goodness!)
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters. We just like putting them in lewd positions!
NOTE : dru wrote Spike and Darla, EvilWillow wrote Xander, Angelus (and Spike during the D/S scenes)
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I laugh
and roll onto my side to face him. "Well, I don't know. They at least
*heard* it... so now they know how it feels to be disturbed by other people's
loud sexual encounters.
"I'm
not sure about 'beating' them, though. Maybe we should try again?" I grin
and slide down his body. I lick the cum off his stomach and his thighs, taking
my time to make sure I get every drop. Because he tastes too good.
I avoid
his cock for the moment, which is rapidly getting hard again. Demon recovery
time is great. I suck his balls into my mouth, one at a time, and he whimpers.
I nip and lick them for a few seconds until he reaches for my head, I'm sure to
try to make me suck him.
And I
will. Eventually. After I'm done playing.
But I'm
*not* done playing, yet. So I sit up out of his grasp and pout at him, trying
to get that point across.
I put
my arms behind my head and look at him and that pout. "Bet you never
thought you'd be here about to suck my cock."
"Safe
bet," I reply. "Now shut up... unless you want to scream my name or
moan or whimper or something like that," I add with a grin. I make myself
comfortable on my stomach between his legs and then look up at him. He's
watching me very intently, which is what I wanted.
He
looks up at me and I smile, "'Course I never thought I'd be lying here,
letting you."
"Did
I say shut up?" I frown. "I thought I did. But I bet I can get you to
stop yapping and start screaming." I lower my lips around the head of his
cock into my mouth and suck it, using one of my hands to stroke him as I do.
"Ohshiiiiiit!"
I groan. His mouth- oh CHRIST his mouth!
No. I
*will* win this.
"Bet
the slayer'sssssssss turning in heeeeer graNDER!" I grab his head and hold
him to me. Oh fuck.
"Lovely
little mooooh! Fuck!"
I pull
away and he whimpers. I just grin up at him. "So...pain, huh?" I say.
Not letting him reply, I trail my tongue down his cock, adding little nips
along the way that make him shudder and moan. I have to bat away his hands
again and then nibble my way back up his cock, adding a little more pressure
with my teeth this time.
He
whimpers and yeah, this is fun. I notice out of the corner of my eye that he's
clutching at the sheets. I look up and wow. His head is thrown back, and his
chest heaves, as he pants for breath. Did I mention wow? That's so...
incredibly sexy. I get why Angelus turned him. One of the reasons, anyway.
I lick
away a bead of pre-cum and his hips buck off the bed. "Xander!" he
moans.
"Not
loud enough," I pout. And I suck him into my mouth again, using my teeth
to add more friction along his cock as I take him deeper. I hope it's not *too*
much use of the teeth. But considering how he's not pushing me away, I'm
thinking it's not.
It
takes a little concentration to relax my throat - stupid breathing habit can't
be completely broken yet. But I do, finally, and deep throat him. I purr and
work my throat muscles around his cock.
"FUCKMEXANDERFUCKME!"
I shout as I thrash arou- "SHIIIIT!"
Ohgod,
"Bloodyfuckin'hellboydidyoualwayshaveamouthlikethat?"
I'm a
fast learner. I was hoping it would keep Angelus more interested. But
*anyway*... I've got a few more ideas for how to make that volume increase even
more. And I should get to use my skills on someone...
And
besides, Angelus would beat me into the next century if I did... what I'm
thinking about doing.
I slide
a hand up to Spike's chest, pinching and twisting his nipples, as I continue to
purr and work my throat around him. And he moans and throws his head back.
Which gives me the opportunity to slip into gameface. Carefully, not to alert
him *yet*. I let him slide from my throat slowly and then I prick the underside
of his cock with a fang.
"OHFUUUUCKXXXAAANNNNDEEEERRRRR!!!"
I shriek as I- "BLOODYHELLLL!"
Ohmyfuckin'christonableedincross!
Shit.
I
don't think I've ever come *so* much, *so* hard, *ever*.
I
don't think any*one* has ever come *so* much and *so* hard in the *history* of
coming.
Ohmygod.
I just- fuck. Never woulda had to worry about Darla. If I had known... shit, he
woulda been mine years ago!
Did I
just say that out loud? I hope not.
I don't
think he meant to let me hear that. And I decide to let him think he didn't. I
crawl up his body and kiss him again.
I pull
away and rest my chin on my arms, which are folded over his chest. "So I
forgot, did we ever decide what to do to keep Angelus from killing us after
we...."
OH my
god. I had a thought again. I just love it when that happens.
"Wait!"
I sit up, straddling him. "Maybe *we* don't have to kill her, after
all," I say. "Spike... would he ever choose - and I mean
*permanently* choose - between her or us, do you think? If he *saw* or ...
heard what she was planning about killing me and you, if you don't go along
with what she wants, is it possible that we could make him see her for what she
really is?"
Oh
his lips! Look at them move.
Oh,
wait. I think he actually said something. Or is *saying* something.
Oh
right. The plan.
"Well,
is there anything that could make *you* kill *your* si-"
Okay.
I slip my hands up his chest and start rubbing his nipples. "Alright.
Didn't he kill her once before? He did it for the slayer, right?" He nods
as I rub and pinch. "Okay. So why did he do that? Because she went after
her. So, although the sire-bond was there, but it was different. He had a soul,
he loved the slayer- he hadn't *had* Darla in a while...
"Shit,
we need something more. We need- we need to be absolutely sure he wants us
both. He needs to know what an incredible shag you are. He needs something to
compare her to."
I run
my hands over his abs and then they land on his thighs.
Delicious
thighs.
"Wanna
take a ride?" I ask him, since he *is* hard anyway. "Ride while we
think?" I ask sheepishly.
God,
he's horny. Not that I'm *not*. But in my defense, I was only twenty-two when
Angelus turned me. Still a typical, young, horny, male. Guess Spike wasn't that
much older. And I'm thinking *waaaaaaay* too much at the moment.
"Lube
is in the drawer of the table," I nod over to his right.
Well,
I normally would just tear my wrist open, but the blood might bring back bad
memories, and we want only good ones.
I
hand him the lube and watch as he coats my cock with it. "Throw some on
yourself too. Make it juicy."
He frowns
at me and I wink. Yes, I'm one raunchy bloke.
"Okay,
hop on, Ducks. Nice and slow. It'll hurt a little, but let it come to
you."
I take
his cock in my hand and guide it to my hole. I lower myself slowly, moaning as
I'm reminded of how fucking *big* he is. I take just the head of his cock
inside me and pause for a second.
"Shit...
Spike..." I gasp. I open my eyes - when did I close them? - and look down
at him. I can tell it's taking all his restraint not to just force his way
inside me. But that *really* wouldn't go over too well with me, so I'm glad
he's got some self-control.
I
keep eye contact with him. "Just go slow, Pet. Take your time." I
stroke his cock slowly; it passes through my palms easily. I relax back into
the bed and I hope *he* feels relaxed. There's no rules that say sex has to
last less than ten minutes. Is there? No.
"So,"
I continue to move my hands on him, down to his balls, along his thighs...
"Like I was saying, he needs something to compare it to. I thought I'd go
to her, ask her for one night with just the three of us. I'll tell her I'll do
it tonight, but that I just want one night with the three of us.
"Then,
you and me? We'll make *him* writhe in pleasure. Between the two of us, we'll
have him comin' all night."
"Guh..."
is all my helpful brain manages, in response. For two reasons. One: His cock.
Sliding deeper inside me. Fuck. And two: Really nice mental image of Spike.
Angelus. And me. Naked. Guh! is quite appropriate, I think.
And
GODS! "Spike...." I moan as I finally take him all the way in. I take
a moment to gather what few brain cells are still in working order, and move. I
raise myself up, whimpering a little at the loss, and then come down again,
harder. "SHIT!" I scream as his cock hits my prostate. My muscles
contract around him, as I shudder.
Don'tthrust.
Don'tthrust. Don'tthrust. Don'tthrust. DON'T BLOODY THRUST!
I say
it to myself, but- I thrust up anyway. I can't help it. It's my cock. His ass.
Who *wouldn't* thrust?
And
"OHFUCK" is all I have to say. Except for, "SQUEEZEMETIGHT"
and "OHBLOODYFUCKINGHELLRIDEME!" and an occasional,
"SHITXANDER!"
I
pump him in my hand, furiously, as if it'll help my own orgasm in coming.
And I
don't even have time to laugh at my own joke because I'm just being *pounded*
with pleasure. Shit, this boy knows how to fuck.
"Spike....ohfuck...."
I moan as I start to fuck myself on him. "Shit..." I lean forward
slightly to pinch and twist his nipples and "FUCKME!" that's *such* a
better angle.
And
when he starts to pound up into me, that's just SO much better.
"SPIKE!" I scream. And I'm all wound up, from not coming for a
while... That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
I just
need... I flip us over, keeping him inside me, by wrapping my legs around his
waist. "FUCKMESPIKEANDDRINKMENOOOOOOOOW!" I demand, pulling his face
to my throat.
Well,
when ya put it that way- What's a vamp to do?
I
slam into him one last powerful thrust and savagely tear into his jugular. The
blood rushes into my mouth. Our blood. Mine. His. Angelus'. Everything. It's
all in the blood.
And I
drink my fill and I think he's drinking me too. Whatever. Drinking and coming-
two things we're *very* good at.
His
fangs tear into my throat and "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKSPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE!"
I scream, as I come. I think I felt the house shaking. Or maybe that was just
*me*. He roars as he comes, shooting inside me and shit. That was...
Add
Angelus and we *will* make the house shake.
I just
would love to see Darla's face right now, because there's no way she didn't
hear that. "I think we beat 'em, *that* time."
How
the bleedin' hell does he even expect me to think?
Fuckme!
Eternity with him is gonna be like attending a Sex Pistols concert!
Shit.
I just gotta take a minute to just- HOLY FUCK!
I open
my eyes. Oh. I passed out. So did Spike. He's still on top of me. I glance over
at the clock and realize we did more than pass out. We fell asleep for several
hours.
In fact
the sun set an hour ago, and we haven't even figured out the plan. Damn it!
"Spike."
"Mrgh."
"Spike!"
I trry again.
He
raises his head and looks at me.
"Sleep,"
he frowns.
"No!"
I yell, startling him into looking at me. "Look at the time, Spike. We
can't. We need to figure something out,. And I would have thought I'd get a
little more attention after those..." I look over at the clock "...
four hours we spent together before passing out."
Oh.
Right.
"Sorry,"
I say. "I was just- dreaming about those four magnificent hours."
Magnificent?
He thinks it was that good? Well, okay, from his screaming and all that, I'd
guess yes. But... never thought he'd actually compliment me.
Yes, I
know, I can add that to a long list of 'Never thought *this* would happen'
moments.
But
wow, still. Because he's well over a hundred years old. And if I impressed him,
then wow.
He was
right, earlier. I am *such* a girl. I'm going all weird over a compliment. At
least I'm not doing it verbally. And I'm not planning on it either. Because that
*would* be *so* embarrassing.
So much
more embarrassing than everything else I did with him today? And the night
before? Not that I regret it. Any of it. It was... really wow. Magnificent is a
good adjective. So is amazing, intense, incredible, unfuckingbelievable and a
bunch of other words that my brain can't seem to send to my mouth at the
moment.
No,
instead, I'm going to just lie here. And okay, that's nice when he rolls us
over and pulls me on top of him. But then I have trouble making words come out
of my mouth. Because there's Spike and there's me and we're both naked and SHIT
how can I be getting hard again? This is just so unbelievable. Did I say that
already? I think I did. But I can't remember. And I really wish Spike would do
or say something to stop the internal babble because I don't know if I can stop
myself. When I start, I usually need someone to snap me out of it. And I hope
he'll--
"XANDER!"
I growl, before slap his ass. "Snap out of it! We need to think!"
I
whimper because *that* really helped the internal thought processes. Big, evil,
sexy vampire making me think about sucking and licking and kissing and biting
and fucking and licking... ARGH!
"Think?"
I ... squeak. I try again. "About how to get Darla to let us have sex with
Angelus?" Oh, fuck. I hate my overactive imagination. Naked sire. Naked
Spike. Naked me. Oh, now Xander's *all* ready to play some more. What a
surprise.
"Fundamentally
speaking, yes." I feel him, hard, against my thigh. Again. "Do I
*need* to get a cock strap for you or can you control the beast?"
I pout
and roll off him onto my back. "I have self control. If I didn't, I'd have
jumped you and tried to chain you to the..." Shit, Xander will you STOP!
Gods, yet *another* mental image to deal with.
But a
really pretty one.
There
was a question. An important one. But now I'm just thinking about Spike and
chains and the bed and -- ARGH!
Ohmy.
I sit
up and look at him. "*No* one *puts* me in chains, Luv."
I pout.
"But... even if I promised to let you do anything you wanted to me,
afterward?" Holy shit, did that just come out of my mouth? And I have the
immediate urge to add 'as long as it's not completely un-enjoyable for me' ...
but I don't. Because I trust him.
Holy
shit, when did *THAT* happen?!
I
can't help eyeing him lasciviously at that one, full eyebrow raise and
everything, because- DAMN!
I
lean into him and press my lips against his ear. I place my hand over his cock
and squeeze before whispering, "We'll talk chains later, Luv."
Then
I pull away. "But for now, I'd better go down and- offer myself up on the
altar of- the Queen. You try and figure out how we're gonna get *Angelus* to
'overhear' what he needs to."
I
stand up and grab my trousers.
"Spike,
how are you going to convince her to let Angelus near us?" I ask.
I'm not
stalling or anything.
Okay,
maybe a little. I'm worried that she's going to see through his playing-nice
and hurt him. He's the first person in a long time that I've liked having
around. Besides Angelus, but there are a few hundred complex 'issues' between
*us*. And I guess I can admit it, I don't want to lose the one true ally I have
in this fucked up situation.
I
shrug. "Hadn't really thought about it, yet."
I grab
my shirt but realize *it* wouldn't do much good. It's torn in half.
"You
think it's a good idea to just go in there and improvise?" I ask.
"Not that I don't have faith in your persuasive powers but I just don't
want anything toooo--" Almost said it, but I stopped myself in time.
"We should have a plan. You should have a plan. Don't go without a
plan," I plead.
"'You
don't want anything tooo-' what?"
Damn
it.
But
considering everything else we've done tonight, I guess I could... But what if
I do, and it's too clingy for him? What if he just gets mad, because he only
likes me around so he can fuck me and what if this is just sex to him, and all
the other stuff was just a means to an end?
Wow.
Insecure much?
And I'm
not being fair to him. Because he's basically putting his ass on the line for
me. He didn't have to do that, he chose to. If he'd wanted to kill her, he
could have done it and gotten *me* outta the way too. Then he'd have Angelus
all to himself. But he's willing to share. So this is *not* something to freak
out about, it's just a simple question and--
"tohappentoyou,"
I say quickly and ooh look there's a rip in the sheet. Did he do that, or did
I?
"Awwww,"
I say, giving him *my* puppy dog look. "Xannie's got a crush! Pet, I'm
touched."
And I
expected what, exactly?
But I'm
still a little angry. Because I *thought* we were getting somewhere. Maybe even
close to being friends. But whatever. "Fine, go get yourself staked.
Excuse me for trying to keep it from happening."
Damn.
I didn't- "Xander," I walk over to the edge of the bed where he's
sitting. "I didn't mean it like that."
And
why exactly do I care? This *is* after all the slayer's bloody friend!
Shit.
I care because he's family, because he's got a part of Angelus inside him and
now a part of me. I care because he's a hell of a good shag and because *no*
one should have to face the bitch.
I
look down at him as he tries to not- to what? Cry? Show his feelings? It's
funny to see those emotions even *on* a vampire. But as I well know, Angelus
makes strange, emotional childer, which is probably why Darla hates us so much.
I
care because I care. Simple as that.
I put
a finger under his chin and make him look up before pressing a sweet kiss to
his lips.
"I'm
sorry. I was just kiddin'. I do that. You should remember that. I don't want
anything to happen to you either, Luv."
I
pull away from him. "We're family and I'd like to think- friends? And it's
because of all that that I need to go downstairs. Plan or not, I've gotta get
her when she's in a good mood and post orgasm is the best time.
"I
guess I'll just have to be charming, and perhaps a little sensual? And play
nice. 'Sides, until you're gone, she *needs* me."
I'm mad
at him.
*Was*
mad at him.
How
does he *do* that???? Oh, wait. I know. It's those really blue eyes that make
you want to - NOT going there because he has important things to do.
"Fine,
just don't let her stake you again. I don't want to have to make a habit out of
cleaning you up, afterward. Not that I won't..." Okay, shutting up now.
"Just
go, Spike, but come back soon because sleeping alone sucks and I won't ever
mind if you want to sleep here - but you don't have to, if you don't want to.
But if you *do* want to you can and yes we're friends, because even though you
are a jerk you're really good in bed and-" gods, I did NOT just say that -
"and you're fun to hunt with and I like having someone to keep me from
getting staked by Darla and--"
I roll
my eyes before pouncing on him and attacking his mouth. I grind my crotch
against his aching cock as I loom above him.
"Xand,"
I whisper between kisses. "I have to go."
I
groan as I roll off him. I stand up and look down at him. "You paint such
a pretty picture, Luv. Lying stretched out, cock throbbing, lust in your eyes-
stay just like that for me. I'll be back, because you're not so bad in bed,
yourself."
Then,
I wink and head for the door. "Oh, if this *doesn't* work out and we're
exiled from the clan, we'll run away together! Yeah? Go to Europe and take over
a country or two, sound good?"
"Uh-huh?" I say. Don't
have a clue what I just agreed to but fuck me, right about now, after *that*,
I'd agree to anything.
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