Better Than Watching, kargrif, fic, Adult
This is the last one, just wanted to say a big thank you to Kat for jumping in and beta'ing for me at the last minute and making these last 3 fics worth reading!
This last one is basically smut which always makes me nervous to post. *walks away so I don't sit staring at the screen and freaking*
Title: Better Than Watching
Author: kargrif
Pairing(s): Xander/Spike/Giles
Warning(s): m/m implied/actual, threesome
Rating: R, adult content
Word Count: 4,199
Disclaimer: I only play with them, no ownership is implied.
Summary: Set during Season 4/5-ish. Xander is injured fighting a demon and Spike has the cure.
Feedback: Please, oh please!!
Beta'd by seductivembrace at the last minute! Thanks so much Kat! Any mistakes are me not being able to quit tinkering.
A/N: This fic was inspired by my previous threesome spike/xander/giles fic but is not a continuation or in the same verse.
Nommed at Fang Fetish Awards Round 9 for Threesomes/Foursomes/Moresomes and Best Heat!
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“I found it!”
All eyes turned toward the bouncing redhead.
“The book says that the victim must be ‘taken and cleansed with the seed of an unclean’. Guess that means Spike is our guy,” Willow said, her cheeks blushing red and eyes glued to the book in front of her.
“Hey now!” Spike shouted from the couch. “I bathe! Nothing unclean here!”
Tara raised her hand timidly. “I-I think it means more…m-morally unclean rather than physically. A-A demon.”
“Oh, well yeah,” the vampire shrugged, mollified. “Evil, ain’t I? That’s alright then.”
“No,” Giles said firmly.
“Am too evil-” Spike started to protest as Giles cut in.
“No, I mean this is not going to happen.”
“What? But Giles-” Willow stood up.
“No!”
“Hey! It’s okay, Giles.” Xander’s laughter was weak and strained. “I mean, when I came out I never thought it would happen this soon... or with a vampire… or with Spike. Although there was that one dream…er, I mean… it’s alright.”
The watcher’s glasses were off and being polished fiercely. “No, it is anything but alright. There must be another way and we will find it!”
Spike stared appraisingly at Giles before smirking. He turned halfway to Xander, keeping one eye on the watcher, before replying. “Don’t worry mate. Ol’ Spike will take good care of you.”
Xander blushed brightly even as Giles’ expression turned thunderous. “There will be no ‘taking care’ of anything, Spike,” Giles nearly growled.
Buffy stepped between the arguing men cautiously. “Um, I hate to interrupt-and I can’t believe I’m even saying this but- we could call Angel.”
“No!” the three men shouted at once causing the Slayer to jump back.
Giles turned back to glare at Spike. “I refuse to allow you to take advantage of him.”
“Don’t worry, Watcher. You can come… watch,” Spike smirked knowingly.
“What? No!” Xander’s horrified shout echoed around the apartment.
“If there are no other options available then I think that is the best recourse.”
“What?” the carpenter squeaked.
“Xander, I simply do not think it’s a good idea for you to be left alone with him,” Giles said, refusing to meet Spike’s knowing look.
“So you think a better idea is to…” Xander trailed off, looking pale. His gaze bounced back and forth between the two men. “I think I’m gonna be sick.”
“Oh! That could be the demon venom,” Willow offered, worriedly checking Xander’s forehead for signs of a temperature.
“No, I’m pretty sure it’s not the venom, Willow,” Xander replied dryly.
“Oh.” Willow blushed, retracting her hand.
“Xander I know this is very… uncomfortable, but I feel this is important. We don’t know what effect the venom will have on you. What if Spike decides to wait until the poison kills you so that he may drain you. For all we know the venom could let him bite you,” Giles added, knowing he was grasping at straws but unable to help himself.
“Oi! I’m evil but I’m not that much of a bastard.”
Giles could see that Xander wasn’t persuaded. “What if it makes you violent? What if you attack Spike? With the chip he wouldn’t be able to defend himself.” The watcher could tell by the look on Xander’s face that he had hit upon a winning argument.
“I-I don’t want to hurt anyone,” Xander whispered anxiously. “I mean, he’s a vampire and all but he’s been helping and well… would it really hurt him if he’s only trying to help?”
Giles quickly launched into several scenarios that all had equally horrible - at least to Xander - consequences. Eventually Xander reluctantly agreed.
“I think I need to go to the bathroom before we…,” Xander’s voice trailed off as his eyes glazed over and his face flushed red. Then he rushed to the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, Xander finally returned to find his friends leaving. He and Willow hugged before she grabbed her coat. “We’re going to give you some privacy for-um, yeah. We’ll be at the Magic Box getting ingredients for a stasis spell just in case this doesn’t work. Hopefully it will freeze you long enough for us to come up with another cure.”
“Cool, a Xandersicle,” he grinned.
“Sounds a right treat.” Spike smirked, causing the others to redden in embarrassment.
The three remaining men stood awkwardly, or rather Xander and Giles did. Spike’s gaze bounced between the other two men, wondering who would break first.
Giles cleared his throat, “Um, perhaps we should move upstairs.”
“Yeah. No need to give the girls a free show when they get back,” Xander laughed more than a little hysterically. “One show a night is my limit.”
“Xander-”
“No, it’s alright G-man, I understand. I’m just a little freaked… and a lot nervous. Let’s just…” he waved his hand at the stairs before turning and moving to the loft, not waiting to see if they followed.
Once they reached the bedroom, Xander stopped in the middle of the floor, unsure what happened next. Should he get naked? Wait for Spike to undress him? Should he undress Spike? Or would they try to do this mostly clothed? Coming out hadn’t come with an instruction manual, not that he figured it would have a chapter on demon poison and its cures, but he was sure it would have at least one chapter on voyeurism etiquette. “So! How do you want me?” he joked to cover the sudden silence.
Spike didn’t answer as he stepped closer to run a hand along Xander’s cheek and down the line of his throat. The hand dropped lower, running along his upper arms and chest appraisingly.
Xander flinched back. “W-what are you doing?”
“Shh, pet. Just trying to get you to relax a bit. Don’t wanna hurt ya, um, not sure what the chip will think,” Spike covered haltingly.
“Oh yeah, of course,” he nodded.
Spike circled around his prey, aware of the watcher in the corner taking in his every move with hungry eyes.
“Let’s lose this,” Spike said, tugging at the buttons on Xander’s shirt.
Quickly stripped of his shirt, Xander had to fight the urge to cover his body from the two men. A cool hand slid along his shoulders and back, mapping the dips and curves his construction work had brought about. He shivered helplessly as a fingertip ghosted along the top of his jeans.
Across the room, Giles studiously avoided looking at Xander, his eyes narrowed as he focused on the evil fiend seducing Xander instead. His fingers twitched with each pass of pale fingers on tanned skin, the barely-there touches that brought forth low moans and shudders from the younger man.
Spike pressed against Xander’s back and reached around to tweak one of the puckered nipples. “Like that, pet?” he asked as Xander let his head fall back onto his shoulder. “Gonna feel so much better,” he added, mouthing at the exposed neck. Spike’s other hand slipped down, deftly unbuckling and lowering the zipper of Xander’s jeans, then slipped beneath his underwear to run a firm hand down and back up the straining erection. Xander gave a choked moan, his face turning red when he remembered they had an audience.
He yelped, grabbing at his pants automatically, as Spike pushed them, along with his boxes, down off his hips. Spike batted his hands away gently.
“Sorry, sorry. Just instinct,” was Xander’s flustered response, right before he gasped as Spike ground against him, pressing his erection into Xander’s ass.
“On the bed, pet.” Spike could see Giles clenching his fists, his arms shaking from fighting the urge to run over and snatch Xander away. He could tell the man was hard, even though he was trying to hide the evidence by leaning against the large chest of drawers. Spike turned back to the boy scrambling to kick his pants the rest of the way off then hurriedly climbing toward the center of the bed.
Xander stopped in the middle, unsure what he was supposed to do. “Um, how…”
“Right there’s fine, luv. Stay on your hands and knees.” Spike turned to the watcher, arching his eyebrow. “I’m assuming you have lube.”
Giles cleared his throat to speak for the first time since they climbed the stairs. “I-In the side table.
Spike didn’t comment, just walked quickly to the small bedside chest and rummaged through the drawer until he held out the tube triumphantly.
He tossed the tube on the bed next to Xander and started stripping. Xander groaned as pale sculpted abs came into view. He had to close his eyes as a trail of light, baby fine hair appeared when Spike shimmied out of his incredibly tight jeans. When nothing else happened he opened his eyes to find Spike standing in front of him completely bare and stroking his cock.
“So pretty like that, pet. So very edible,” Spike muttered, never breaking his rhythm.
Giles gave a warning growl which had Xander turning to him in shock and then away again in embarrassment.
“Keep yer knickers on, Watcher. Not goin’ to just jump the boy. If we’re goin’ to do this there’s no reason a good time shouldn’t be had by all.”
Xander whimpered as Spike moved around the bed to climb up behind him. He kept his head down not wanting to see the disgust and disappointment on Giles’ face. Spike’s gaze, on the other hand, remained on the watcher seeing nothing but desire and jealousy.
Spike deliberately shifted the kneeling boy until they were lined up with the envious man in the corner. He stroked Xander’s back, eliciting involuntary arches and moans as he tried to calm the younger man. Spike grabbed the tube from the bed, flicking the lid open one-handed, trying to use little comforting noises to cover the sound.
“Shh, pet. Just gonna get you ready,” Spike whispered.
“OhGod!OhGod!OhGod! I can’t believe this is happening. Oh who am I kidding? Of course this is happening! It’s me, isn’t it? This stuff always happens to me! Mystical syphilis guy, demon dater and bug monkey extraordinaire is what you’ll find if you look up Xander Harris in the dictionary. That’ll probably be what they’ll list in my obituary. Of course they’ll have to add in that I couldn’t even turn gay right! That my first sexual encounter after coming out was a pity fuck from a drop dead gorgeous vampire with another hot older guy in the room…which now that I’m saying it sounds an awful lot like that gay porn that I rented last week, excluding the vampire part and oh God please someone shut me the hell up!”
Spike did the only thing he could think of and inserted a slicked finger inside the babbling boy. Xander shrieked at the sudden invasion, his stunned eyes open wide, and his mouth now silent. Spike smirked at the now fidgeting Giles, “Well, that was effective.”
“Spike…” Giles stalled, shooting worried looks between the two men on the bed.
“Just relax, pet,” Spike crooned, ignoring Giles as he began to work to loosen the trembling man. “’s just me. Goin’ slow. Just relax. Feel so good, luv. So warm, so tight.” He continued to chant, not really needing to say it but knowing Xander needed something besides the invading digit to concentrate on to avoid thinking of what was happening and to cover the fact that they weren’t alone in the room.
Spike could feel Xander’s tightness begin to give and gave a couple more thrusts before slipping out and reaching for the tube of slick once more. He added more of the clear gel to his fingers and reached around to hold Xander’s waist as he gently slipped two fingers in the clenching hole.
“Oh God!” Xander gasped, all at once wanting to move away from the intruding fingers and thrust back to feel them deeper. He jerked clumsily not knowing which way his body wanted to move but settled when Spike tightened his hold.
Spike could see Giles’ jaw clenched and his hand shaking from the effort he was exerting trying to pretend to ignore what was happening in the room. He continued to work the boy, sighing in relief when he felt the give that signaled that Xander was loosening even further. He had dared not touch his own cock while preparing the youth, knowing that he wouldn’t last.
“Oi, Watcher! Need a bit of help here,” Spike grinned evilly.
“W-what?” Came the stuttered reply from both Xander and Giles.
“He’s too tense,” Spike lied. “Need something to distract him when it’s time. He needs something else to focus on.”
Xander blushed heavily, his wide eyes staring at Giles fearfully, his body still slightly rocking with the rhythm that Spike set for him.
“I-I…No, Spike!” Giles insisted. Nervous from the look in the blond’s eyes, he began inching toward the stairs.
“Signing the boy’s death sentence,” Spike said calmly. “You leave. I go ahead. The boy gets hurt. The chip goes off. The show’s over, in more ways than one.”
Giles paused at the door, indecision written plainly on his face.
“G-Giles, please!” Xander begged. He wasn’t even sure what he was asking for but knew that he didn’t want the other man to go, no matter how uncomfortable it was for him to be there.
Wearily the man stepped back from the door. “What are you proposing?”
“Boy will need some…diversion, something to concentrate on.”
“And this diversion would be?”
“Figured the boy could suck yer prick,” Spike announced flatly.
Even though both men had expected something similar from the vamp, they both froze in shock at the matter-of-fact delivery.
“Absolutely not!”
“W-what?”
Spike continued to stare at Giles even as he leaned forward trying to persuade Xander, knowing the watcher could hear every word. “Just blame it on the crisis of the moment if you need to, go back to pretending to be indifferent to each other once this is over if it makes you feel better but right now you need this, pet. I can’t guarantee that I can do this without at least a little pain and I need to make sure I don’t get a blast from the chip. I got a theory that if you’ve got your mouth full then you can’t cry out. No cry of pain, then I can tell myself and the chip that things are fine. Not a foolproof plan but it’s all I got.”
When both men remained silent Spike rolled his eyes, humans were so uptight. His fingers continued to work in and out of the boy as he pressed against his back, stroking soothing circles along his flesh. “Look at him, luv. He’s all hard for you, wanting you, just can’t admit it. He always gets all hot and bothered every time you come close, gets all stiff and pheromones practically fill the room. And you,” he said, enjoying the shudders as his lips grazed Xander’s ear. “Every time the old man get’s close enough to touch, your heart starts beating so fast it’s a wonder it doesn’t explode. You want this, you both want this.”
Xander shot Giles an incredulous look. “Giles?” he breathed.
“Xander, I don’t-“
“Don’t dare deny it, Rupert,” Spike growled.
“I-I wasn’t. I just don’t know what to say. Xander, I’m so sorry. I never meant for you to… to find out that I-” Giles cut off, finally breaking down and stripping off his glasses so that he didn’t have to see the disgust in the eyes that he so often fantasized about.
“Bloody hell! It’s a wonder anyone ever gets their end away around here.” Spike brushed his erection against Xander’s ass, losing patience with their dithering. “Look you both want it, no time like the present, drop the pants already, you git!”
Giles shoved the glasses back onto his nose, avoiding looking at the two men writhing on the bed. “Xander?” he asked hesitantly, not sure what answer he was expecting or wanting.
“G-Giles, please!” This time the lustful tone of the cry was unmistakable.
Giles stepped forward, placing a trembling hand on Xander’s cheek, moving along his jaw and up to his forehead to wipe away the gathering perspiration. “Xander, are you sure?” He knew that he was being repetitive but couldn’t seem to help himself. “There’s no going back after this. No way that I could ignore the fact that we… that you and I were…intimate.” He found himself struggling for words to reassure himself and Xander that what they were about to do was right.
Xander moaned at the dual sensation of Spike at his back, touching and probing and Giles in front of him, his desire and worry evident, along with the erection straining against his trousers. The soft, caring touches of the watcher almost making Xander come undone. “Please… I need… Giles… please,” he panted, his voice breaking.
Giles knelt by the bed, grasping Xander’s face in his hands and kissing him forcibly. Spike used the opportunity to press another finger inside the warm hole he so desperately wanted to be inside. When Xander gasped with the added pressure Giles slipped his tongue in quickly, wanting to taste the younger man.
Xander alternated between bucking back into Spike’s hand and leaning forward into Giles’ kiss, not wanting to lose connection with either man. Giles broke the kiss, slowly rising to stand beside the bed to meet Spike’s challenging look.
“Well, watcher?”
“I-yes…yes,” Giles all but whispered.
Xander steadied himself on one hand, lifting the other to hurriedly unbuckle Giles’ pants, afraid the other man would change his mind. Giles tried to slow Xander but found his hands knocked away as Xander fumbled to get the button worked free.
“Xander. Xander, slow down. I’m not going anywhere-”
“Yeah, you say that now,” Xander interrupted.
Giles grasped Xander’s hand with his own, bringing it to his mouth to place a gentle kiss on his palm. He nuzzled the hand to his cheek and bent down to place a kiss on the swollen lips that he had bruised earlier in his fierce need to claim the boy. “I am not going anywhere,” he repeated firmly. Straightening, he kept his eyes locked on Xander as he reached to open the clasp on his pants and then tug the zipper down slowly.
Xander’s eyes were wide as Giles eased his erection out. Unconsciously Xander licked his lips, moaning as he felt Spike’s fingers flexing inside him.
Giles stood, if not proud then at least not ashamed, as he stroked his cock. His desire heightened by the sight of gentle rippling of muscles as Xander thrust back experimentally on the probing hand.
Xander was so much stronger, physically and spiritually, than they gave him credit for. It was so much easier to consign the man to the role of jokester and delivery boy than to place him on the frontline wondering and worrying if it would be the time when the boy’s luck finally wore out.
Giles lovingly stroked Xander’s jaw line, nudging his lips with his thumb, indicating to the younger man to open his mouth. “That’s it, love. Open for me,” slowly pushing the tip of his erection into the warm cavern.
Xander moaned, relaxing back into Spike’s fingers as his mouth was filled. Spike was rubbing comforting circles on his back and hips making Xander forget his reservations and lose himself in the sensations that Giles and Spike were creating. Slowly the fingers inside resumed their shallow thrusts while Giles waited for a sign that Xander wasn’t distressed and was breathing alright.
When the mouth holding him vibrated with a low moan, Giles pulled out and push back without thought except for the feel of wetwarmtight that enveloped him. He began to move in time with Xander’s rocking motion, making sure to keep his movements small and controlled. Muscles tightened and released as the men found a rhythm, Xander clenching and releasing the sheets as the sensations increased with each slide of long fingers and the gentle filling of his mouth.
Giles pushed deeper, knowing he was being too rough, but it was taking all his willpower not to shove his entire length down the boy’s throat. They continued the pace for a few minutes more, none of the men wanting to lose the easy slide of bodies even though they each craved more.
Finally it was too much for Spike to wait, he removed his fingers, grasping around on the bed for the dropped bottle of lube. He squirted a generous amount onto his fingers, coating his cock as quickly as he could manage and lined himself along Xander’s opening. Taking a calming breathe he asked, “Ready, pet?”
Xander’s moan caused Giles to throw his head back, digging his fingers in the boy’s hair to ground himself.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” the vampire smirked.
Giles pulled himself together long enough to send the vampire a warning glare. “Spike-”
“I know, Watcher. Ain’t gonna hurt the boy.” Spike bit his tongue, concentrating hard on his current task. The first try sent him slithering down the boy’s body in a slip and slide of pre-come and lube. “Dammit, used too much slick,” he muttered to himself. He positioned himself again, this time slowly pressing into Xander, making sure to hold himself in place until he finally breached Xander’s tight entrance.
Three small thrusts and he was firmly pressed against Xander’s ass. “Bloody hell!” Spike shouted, ignoring the excess of lube that was now running down his balls, his sole focus on the burning heat that surrounded his cock.
Xander’s arms trembled from the feelings overwhelming his body and the effort to keep himself upright. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer and prayed the other men knew this as well. From the way Spike was cursing and the heavy breathing of Giles he didn’t think either man would be far behind. The fire of Spike’s infiltration had dulled to a burning pleasure, spreading along his body and setting it alight with need.
He could feel the wiry roughness of Spike’s pubic hair each time the vampire thrust in, only to feel an aching emptiness when Spike retreated before pressing deep once more. Each bump of Spike’s pelvis against his ass forced Xander’s mouth farther than he thought possible on Giles’ hard cock, grinding forward until the hairs at the base of Giles’ cock tickled is nose.
Xander felt Spike reach around to grasp his erection. He tried to shake his head to stop the vampire, knowing it was going to be over very soon, but couldn’t move his head without risking hurting Giles before Spike made contact. Spike gave one firm stroke and Xander screamed out his completion around Giles’ still thrusting member. The watcher quickly followed, moaning low as the vibrations from the younger man’s mouth moved over his skin. He swallowed as much as he could, the rest left to dribble down his chin.
Spike continued to pound into the warm hole, cursing in broken dialog, some of which Xander didn’t think was entirely human. He was only slightly startled when Spike roared, not able to move away from the tight grip that Spike still had on his thighs. He could actually feel Spike coming inside him, and more so when Spike pulled out of him, shooting the remains streams of semen down his back. He started to protest until he felt Spike weakly smearing the rapidly cooling liquid onto the long cut on his back and upper arm, barely catching Spike’s muttered, “Not takin’ any chances.”
Giles stumbled over to the bureau where the small scrap of paper he had brought with him earlier still sat. He gasped out the incantation through ragged breaths, wanting to ensure that the ‘cure’ had indeed worked. Xander glowed a hazy green for only a moment before a flash of bright light filled the room.
“It worked,” Giles sighed out his relief. The watcher stumbled to the bed, gathering the still shaking boy in his arms. Giles pressed his lips against Xander’s. When Giles felt Xander respond, the tension that had filled his body only a few hours earlier while he’d frantically searching for a cure, drain away.
Both men turned as they heard the wrestle of fabric to find Spike dressing quickly. “Spike?” Xander called out worriedly.
Giles’ arms tightened around the younger man. “You don’t have to go, Spike.”
“My work here is done, Watcher,” the vampire smirked, hooking his thumbs into his unbuttoned jeans, making his cock press against the opening provocatively.
“T-thank you, Spike,” Xander stuttered, snuggling up against his not-so-secret-crush.
“My pleasure, Whelp. If you boys need my services again you know where to find me.”
“I hardly think it will be necessary, Spike.” Giles growled. He sighed as Xander turned his kicked puppy look in his direction. “But we will keep it in mind should further… services be needed.”
“You gotta admit….” Spike paused as he grabbed his duster and headed for the stairs.
“What is that, Spike?” Giles asked warily.
“That was much better than watching,” Spike laughed as his feet pounded down the stairs and into the night.
~End~
This last one is basically smut which always makes me nervous to post. *walks away so I don't sit staring at the screen and freaking*
Title: Better Than Watching
Author: kargrif
Pairing(s): Xander/Spike/Giles
Warning(s): m/m implied/actual, threesome
Rating: R, adult content
Word Count: 4,199
Disclaimer: I only play with them, no ownership is implied.
Summary: Set during Season 4/5-ish. Xander is injured fighting a demon and Spike has the cure.
Feedback: Please, oh please!!
Beta'd by seductivembrace at the last minute! Thanks so much Kat! Any mistakes are me not being able to quit tinkering.
A/N: This fic was inspired by my previous threesome spike/xander/giles fic but is not a continuation or in the same verse.
Nommed at Fang Fetish Awards Round 9 for Threesomes/Foursomes/Moresomes and Best Heat!
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“I found it!”
All eyes turned toward the bouncing redhead.
“The book says that the victim must be ‘taken and cleansed with the seed of an unclean’. Guess that means Spike is our guy,” Willow said, her cheeks blushing red and eyes glued to the book in front of her.
“Hey now!” Spike shouted from the couch. “I bathe! Nothing unclean here!”
Tara raised her hand timidly. “I-I think it means more…m-morally unclean rather than physically. A-A demon.”
“Oh, well yeah,” the vampire shrugged, mollified. “Evil, ain’t I? That’s alright then.”
“No,” Giles said firmly.
“Am too evil-” Spike started to protest as Giles cut in.
“No, I mean this is not going to happen.”
“What? But Giles-” Willow stood up.
“No!”
“Hey! It’s okay, Giles.” Xander’s laughter was weak and strained. “I mean, when I came out I never thought it would happen this soon... or with a vampire… or with Spike. Although there was that one dream…er, I mean… it’s alright.”
The watcher’s glasses were off and being polished fiercely. “No, it is anything but alright. There must be another way and we will find it!”
Spike stared appraisingly at Giles before smirking. He turned halfway to Xander, keeping one eye on the watcher, before replying. “Don’t worry mate. Ol’ Spike will take good care of you.”
Xander blushed brightly even as Giles’ expression turned thunderous. “There will be no ‘taking care’ of anything, Spike,” Giles nearly growled.
Buffy stepped between the arguing men cautiously. “Um, I hate to interrupt-and I can’t believe I’m even saying this but- we could call Angel.”
“No!” the three men shouted at once causing the Slayer to jump back.
Giles turned back to glare at Spike. “I refuse to allow you to take advantage of him.”
“Don’t worry, Watcher. You can come… watch,” Spike smirked knowingly.
“What? No!” Xander’s horrified shout echoed around the apartment.
“If there are no other options available then I think that is the best recourse.”
“What?” the carpenter squeaked.
“Xander, I simply do not think it’s a good idea for you to be left alone with him,” Giles said, refusing to meet Spike’s knowing look.
“So you think a better idea is to…” Xander trailed off, looking pale. His gaze bounced back and forth between the two men. “I think I’m gonna be sick.”
“Oh! That could be the demon venom,” Willow offered, worriedly checking Xander’s forehead for signs of a temperature.
“No, I’m pretty sure it’s not the venom, Willow,” Xander replied dryly.
“Oh.” Willow blushed, retracting her hand.
“Xander I know this is very… uncomfortable, but I feel this is important. We don’t know what effect the venom will have on you. What if Spike decides to wait until the poison kills you so that he may drain you. For all we know the venom could let him bite you,” Giles added, knowing he was grasping at straws but unable to help himself.
“Oi! I’m evil but I’m not that much of a bastard.”
Giles could see that Xander wasn’t persuaded. “What if it makes you violent? What if you attack Spike? With the chip he wouldn’t be able to defend himself.” The watcher could tell by the look on Xander’s face that he had hit upon a winning argument.
“I-I don’t want to hurt anyone,” Xander whispered anxiously. “I mean, he’s a vampire and all but he’s been helping and well… would it really hurt him if he’s only trying to help?”
Giles quickly launched into several scenarios that all had equally horrible - at least to Xander - consequences. Eventually Xander reluctantly agreed.
“I think I need to go to the bathroom before we…,” Xander’s voice trailed off as his eyes glazed over and his face flushed red. Then he rushed to the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, Xander finally returned to find his friends leaving. He and Willow hugged before she grabbed her coat. “We’re going to give you some privacy for-um, yeah. We’ll be at the Magic Box getting ingredients for a stasis spell just in case this doesn’t work. Hopefully it will freeze you long enough for us to come up with another cure.”
“Cool, a Xandersicle,” he grinned.
“Sounds a right treat.” Spike smirked, causing the others to redden in embarrassment.
The three remaining men stood awkwardly, or rather Xander and Giles did. Spike’s gaze bounced between the other two men, wondering who would break first.
Giles cleared his throat, “Um, perhaps we should move upstairs.”
“Yeah. No need to give the girls a free show when they get back,” Xander laughed more than a little hysterically. “One show a night is my limit.”
“Xander-”
“No, it’s alright G-man, I understand. I’m just a little freaked… and a lot nervous. Let’s just…” he waved his hand at the stairs before turning and moving to the loft, not waiting to see if they followed.
Once they reached the bedroom, Xander stopped in the middle of the floor, unsure what happened next. Should he get naked? Wait for Spike to undress him? Should he undress Spike? Or would they try to do this mostly clothed? Coming out hadn’t come with an instruction manual, not that he figured it would have a chapter on demon poison and its cures, but he was sure it would have at least one chapter on voyeurism etiquette. “So! How do you want me?” he joked to cover the sudden silence.
Spike didn’t answer as he stepped closer to run a hand along Xander’s cheek and down the line of his throat. The hand dropped lower, running along his upper arms and chest appraisingly.
Xander flinched back. “W-what are you doing?”
“Shh, pet. Just trying to get you to relax a bit. Don’t wanna hurt ya, um, not sure what the chip will think,” Spike covered haltingly.
“Oh yeah, of course,” he nodded.
Spike circled around his prey, aware of the watcher in the corner taking in his every move with hungry eyes.
“Let’s lose this,” Spike said, tugging at the buttons on Xander’s shirt.
Quickly stripped of his shirt, Xander had to fight the urge to cover his body from the two men. A cool hand slid along his shoulders and back, mapping the dips and curves his construction work had brought about. He shivered helplessly as a fingertip ghosted along the top of his jeans.
Across the room, Giles studiously avoided looking at Xander, his eyes narrowed as he focused on the evil fiend seducing Xander instead. His fingers twitched with each pass of pale fingers on tanned skin, the barely-there touches that brought forth low moans and shudders from the younger man.
Spike pressed against Xander’s back and reached around to tweak one of the puckered nipples. “Like that, pet?” he asked as Xander let his head fall back onto his shoulder. “Gonna feel so much better,” he added, mouthing at the exposed neck. Spike’s other hand slipped down, deftly unbuckling and lowering the zipper of Xander’s jeans, then slipped beneath his underwear to run a firm hand down and back up the straining erection. Xander gave a choked moan, his face turning red when he remembered they had an audience.
He yelped, grabbing at his pants automatically, as Spike pushed them, along with his boxes, down off his hips. Spike batted his hands away gently.
“Sorry, sorry. Just instinct,” was Xander’s flustered response, right before he gasped as Spike ground against him, pressing his erection into Xander’s ass.
“On the bed, pet.” Spike could see Giles clenching his fists, his arms shaking from fighting the urge to run over and snatch Xander away. He could tell the man was hard, even though he was trying to hide the evidence by leaning against the large chest of drawers. Spike turned back to the boy scrambling to kick his pants the rest of the way off then hurriedly climbing toward the center of the bed.
Xander stopped in the middle, unsure what he was supposed to do. “Um, how…”
“Right there’s fine, luv. Stay on your hands and knees.” Spike turned to the watcher, arching his eyebrow. “I’m assuming you have lube.”
Giles cleared his throat to speak for the first time since they climbed the stairs. “I-In the side table.
Spike didn’t comment, just walked quickly to the small bedside chest and rummaged through the drawer until he held out the tube triumphantly.
He tossed the tube on the bed next to Xander and started stripping. Xander groaned as pale sculpted abs came into view. He had to close his eyes as a trail of light, baby fine hair appeared when Spike shimmied out of his incredibly tight jeans. When nothing else happened he opened his eyes to find Spike standing in front of him completely bare and stroking his cock.
“So pretty like that, pet. So very edible,” Spike muttered, never breaking his rhythm.
Giles gave a warning growl which had Xander turning to him in shock and then away again in embarrassment.
“Keep yer knickers on, Watcher. Not goin’ to just jump the boy. If we’re goin’ to do this there’s no reason a good time shouldn’t be had by all.”
Xander whimpered as Spike moved around the bed to climb up behind him. He kept his head down not wanting to see the disgust and disappointment on Giles’ face. Spike’s gaze, on the other hand, remained on the watcher seeing nothing but desire and jealousy.
Spike deliberately shifted the kneeling boy until they were lined up with the envious man in the corner. He stroked Xander’s back, eliciting involuntary arches and moans as he tried to calm the younger man. Spike grabbed the tube from the bed, flicking the lid open one-handed, trying to use little comforting noises to cover the sound.
“Shh, pet. Just gonna get you ready,” Spike whispered.
“OhGod!OhGod!OhGod! I can’t believe this is happening. Oh who am I kidding? Of course this is happening! It’s me, isn’t it? This stuff always happens to me! Mystical syphilis guy, demon dater and bug monkey extraordinaire is what you’ll find if you look up Xander Harris in the dictionary. That’ll probably be what they’ll list in my obituary. Of course they’ll have to add in that I couldn’t even turn gay right! That my first sexual encounter after coming out was a pity fuck from a drop dead gorgeous vampire with another hot older guy in the room…which now that I’m saying it sounds an awful lot like that gay porn that I rented last week, excluding the vampire part and oh God please someone shut me the hell up!”
Spike did the only thing he could think of and inserted a slicked finger inside the babbling boy. Xander shrieked at the sudden invasion, his stunned eyes open wide, and his mouth now silent. Spike smirked at the now fidgeting Giles, “Well, that was effective.”
“Spike…” Giles stalled, shooting worried looks between the two men on the bed.
“Just relax, pet,” Spike crooned, ignoring Giles as he began to work to loosen the trembling man. “’s just me. Goin’ slow. Just relax. Feel so good, luv. So warm, so tight.” He continued to chant, not really needing to say it but knowing Xander needed something besides the invading digit to concentrate on to avoid thinking of what was happening and to cover the fact that they weren’t alone in the room.
Spike could feel Xander’s tightness begin to give and gave a couple more thrusts before slipping out and reaching for the tube of slick once more. He added more of the clear gel to his fingers and reached around to hold Xander’s waist as he gently slipped two fingers in the clenching hole.
“Oh God!” Xander gasped, all at once wanting to move away from the intruding fingers and thrust back to feel them deeper. He jerked clumsily not knowing which way his body wanted to move but settled when Spike tightened his hold.
Spike could see Giles’ jaw clenched and his hand shaking from the effort he was exerting trying to pretend to ignore what was happening in the room. He continued to work the boy, sighing in relief when he felt the give that signaled that Xander was loosening even further. He had dared not touch his own cock while preparing the youth, knowing that he wouldn’t last.
“Oi, Watcher! Need a bit of help here,” Spike grinned evilly.
“W-what?” Came the stuttered reply from both Xander and Giles.
“He’s too tense,” Spike lied. “Need something to distract him when it’s time. He needs something else to focus on.”
Xander blushed heavily, his wide eyes staring at Giles fearfully, his body still slightly rocking with the rhythm that Spike set for him.
“I-I…No, Spike!” Giles insisted. Nervous from the look in the blond’s eyes, he began inching toward the stairs.
“Signing the boy’s death sentence,” Spike said calmly. “You leave. I go ahead. The boy gets hurt. The chip goes off. The show’s over, in more ways than one.”
Giles paused at the door, indecision written plainly on his face.
“G-Giles, please!” Xander begged. He wasn’t even sure what he was asking for but knew that he didn’t want the other man to go, no matter how uncomfortable it was for him to be there.
Wearily the man stepped back from the door. “What are you proposing?”
“Boy will need some…diversion, something to concentrate on.”
“And this diversion would be?”
“Figured the boy could suck yer prick,” Spike announced flatly.
Even though both men had expected something similar from the vamp, they both froze in shock at the matter-of-fact delivery.
“Absolutely not!”
“W-what?”
Spike continued to stare at Giles even as he leaned forward trying to persuade Xander, knowing the watcher could hear every word. “Just blame it on the crisis of the moment if you need to, go back to pretending to be indifferent to each other once this is over if it makes you feel better but right now you need this, pet. I can’t guarantee that I can do this without at least a little pain and I need to make sure I don’t get a blast from the chip. I got a theory that if you’ve got your mouth full then you can’t cry out. No cry of pain, then I can tell myself and the chip that things are fine. Not a foolproof plan but it’s all I got.”
When both men remained silent Spike rolled his eyes, humans were so uptight. His fingers continued to work in and out of the boy as he pressed against his back, stroking soothing circles along his flesh. “Look at him, luv. He’s all hard for you, wanting you, just can’t admit it. He always gets all hot and bothered every time you come close, gets all stiff and pheromones practically fill the room. And you,” he said, enjoying the shudders as his lips grazed Xander’s ear. “Every time the old man get’s close enough to touch, your heart starts beating so fast it’s a wonder it doesn’t explode. You want this, you both want this.”
Xander shot Giles an incredulous look. “Giles?” he breathed.
“Xander, I don’t-“
“Don’t dare deny it, Rupert,” Spike growled.
“I-I wasn’t. I just don’t know what to say. Xander, I’m so sorry. I never meant for you to… to find out that I-” Giles cut off, finally breaking down and stripping off his glasses so that he didn’t have to see the disgust in the eyes that he so often fantasized about.
“Bloody hell! It’s a wonder anyone ever gets their end away around here.” Spike brushed his erection against Xander’s ass, losing patience with their dithering. “Look you both want it, no time like the present, drop the pants already, you git!”
Giles shoved the glasses back onto his nose, avoiding looking at the two men writhing on the bed. “Xander?” he asked hesitantly, not sure what answer he was expecting or wanting.
“G-Giles, please!” This time the lustful tone of the cry was unmistakable.
Giles stepped forward, placing a trembling hand on Xander’s cheek, moving along his jaw and up to his forehead to wipe away the gathering perspiration. “Xander, are you sure?” He knew that he was being repetitive but couldn’t seem to help himself. “There’s no going back after this. No way that I could ignore the fact that we… that you and I were…intimate.” He found himself struggling for words to reassure himself and Xander that what they were about to do was right.
Xander moaned at the dual sensation of Spike at his back, touching and probing and Giles in front of him, his desire and worry evident, along with the erection straining against his trousers. The soft, caring touches of the watcher almost making Xander come undone. “Please… I need… Giles… please,” he panted, his voice breaking.
Giles knelt by the bed, grasping Xander’s face in his hands and kissing him forcibly. Spike used the opportunity to press another finger inside the warm hole he so desperately wanted to be inside. When Xander gasped with the added pressure Giles slipped his tongue in quickly, wanting to taste the younger man.
Xander alternated between bucking back into Spike’s hand and leaning forward into Giles’ kiss, not wanting to lose connection with either man. Giles broke the kiss, slowly rising to stand beside the bed to meet Spike’s challenging look.
“Well, watcher?”
“I-yes…yes,” Giles all but whispered.
Xander steadied himself on one hand, lifting the other to hurriedly unbuckle Giles’ pants, afraid the other man would change his mind. Giles tried to slow Xander but found his hands knocked away as Xander fumbled to get the button worked free.
“Xander. Xander, slow down. I’m not going anywhere-”
“Yeah, you say that now,” Xander interrupted.
Giles grasped Xander’s hand with his own, bringing it to his mouth to place a gentle kiss on his palm. He nuzzled the hand to his cheek and bent down to place a kiss on the swollen lips that he had bruised earlier in his fierce need to claim the boy. “I am not going anywhere,” he repeated firmly. Straightening, he kept his eyes locked on Xander as he reached to open the clasp on his pants and then tug the zipper down slowly.
Xander’s eyes were wide as Giles eased his erection out. Unconsciously Xander licked his lips, moaning as he felt Spike’s fingers flexing inside him.
Giles stood, if not proud then at least not ashamed, as he stroked his cock. His desire heightened by the sight of gentle rippling of muscles as Xander thrust back experimentally on the probing hand.
Xander was so much stronger, physically and spiritually, than they gave him credit for. It was so much easier to consign the man to the role of jokester and delivery boy than to place him on the frontline wondering and worrying if it would be the time when the boy’s luck finally wore out.
Giles lovingly stroked Xander’s jaw line, nudging his lips with his thumb, indicating to the younger man to open his mouth. “That’s it, love. Open for me,” slowly pushing the tip of his erection into the warm cavern.
Xander moaned, relaxing back into Spike’s fingers as his mouth was filled. Spike was rubbing comforting circles on his back and hips making Xander forget his reservations and lose himself in the sensations that Giles and Spike were creating. Slowly the fingers inside resumed their shallow thrusts while Giles waited for a sign that Xander wasn’t distressed and was breathing alright.
When the mouth holding him vibrated with a low moan, Giles pulled out and push back without thought except for the feel of wetwarmtight that enveloped him. He began to move in time with Xander’s rocking motion, making sure to keep his movements small and controlled. Muscles tightened and released as the men found a rhythm, Xander clenching and releasing the sheets as the sensations increased with each slide of long fingers and the gentle filling of his mouth.
Giles pushed deeper, knowing he was being too rough, but it was taking all his willpower not to shove his entire length down the boy’s throat. They continued the pace for a few minutes more, none of the men wanting to lose the easy slide of bodies even though they each craved more.
Finally it was too much for Spike to wait, he removed his fingers, grasping around on the bed for the dropped bottle of lube. He squirted a generous amount onto his fingers, coating his cock as quickly as he could manage and lined himself along Xander’s opening. Taking a calming breathe he asked, “Ready, pet?”
Xander’s moan caused Giles to throw his head back, digging his fingers in the boy’s hair to ground himself.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” the vampire smirked.
Giles pulled himself together long enough to send the vampire a warning glare. “Spike-”
“I know, Watcher. Ain’t gonna hurt the boy.” Spike bit his tongue, concentrating hard on his current task. The first try sent him slithering down the boy’s body in a slip and slide of pre-come and lube. “Dammit, used too much slick,” he muttered to himself. He positioned himself again, this time slowly pressing into Xander, making sure to hold himself in place until he finally breached Xander’s tight entrance.
Three small thrusts and he was firmly pressed against Xander’s ass. “Bloody hell!” Spike shouted, ignoring the excess of lube that was now running down his balls, his sole focus on the burning heat that surrounded his cock.
Xander’s arms trembled from the feelings overwhelming his body and the effort to keep himself upright. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer and prayed the other men knew this as well. From the way Spike was cursing and the heavy breathing of Giles he didn’t think either man would be far behind. The fire of Spike’s infiltration had dulled to a burning pleasure, spreading along his body and setting it alight with need.
He could feel the wiry roughness of Spike’s pubic hair each time the vampire thrust in, only to feel an aching emptiness when Spike retreated before pressing deep once more. Each bump of Spike’s pelvis against his ass forced Xander’s mouth farther than he thought possible on Giles’ hard cock, grinding forward until the hairs at the base of Giles’ cock tickled is nose.
Xander felt Spike reach around to grasp his erection. He tried to shake his head to stop the vampire, knowing it was going to be over very soon, but couldn’t move his head without risking hurting Giles before Spike made contact. Spike gave one firm stroke and Xander screamed out his completion around Giles’ still thrusting member. The watcher quickly followed, moaning low as the vibrations from the younger man’s mouth moved over his skin. He swallowed as much as he could, the rest left to dribble down his chin.
Spike continued to pound into the warm hole, cursing in broken dialog, some of which Xander didn’t think was entirely human. He was only slightly startled when Spike roared, not able to move away from the tight grip that Spike still had on his thighs. He could actually feel Spike coming inside him, and more so when Spike pulled out of him, shooting the remains streams of semen down his back. He started to protest until he felt Spike weakly smearing the rapidly cooling liquid onto the long cut on his back and upper arm, barely catching Spike’s muttered, “Not takin’ any chances.”
Giles stumbled over to the bureau where the small scrap of paper he had brought with him earlier still sat. He gasped out the incantation through ragged breaths, wanting to ensure that the ‘cure’ had indeed worked. Xander glowed a hazy green for only a moment before a flash of bright light filled the room.
“It worked,” Giles sighed out his relief. The watcher stumbled to the bed, gathering the still shaking boy in his arms. Giles pressed his lips against Xander’s. When Giles felt Xander respond, the tension that had filled his body only a few hours earlier while he’d frantically searching for a cure, drain away.
Both men turned as they heard the wrestle of fabric to find Spike dressing quickly. “Spike?” Xander called out worriedly.
Giles’ arms tightened around the younger man. “You don’t have to go, Spike.”
“My work here is done, Watcher,” the vampire smirked, hooking his thumbs into his unbuttoned jeans, making his cock press against the opening provocatively.
“T-thank you, Spike,” Xander stuttered, snuggling up against his not-so-secret-crush.
“My pleasure, Whelp. If you boys need my services again you know where to find me.”
“I hardly think it will be necessary, Spike.” Giles growled. He sighed as Xander turned his kicked puppy look in his direction. “But we will keep it in mind should further… services be needed.”
“You gotta admit….” Spike paused as he grabbed his duster and headed for the stairs.
“What is that, Spike?” Giles asked warily.
“That was much better than watching,” Spike laughed as his feet pounded down the stairs and into the night.
~End~