Pet fic for charity
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thebratqueenHerein lies the first of the fics that I'm doing for charity. This one is for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
minitrog, who donated twenty pounds to the Disasters Emergency Committee in exchange for "a 2,000 word kinky, scorching, Pet verse with Angel, Spike and Wes". And for zortified, who provided the inspiration for people to use ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fandom_charity to help out the tsunami victims in the first place, and who also offered to hold the towel because she agreed with troggie that she "would adore anything with spankies or owwies in, and double penetration is a favourite too".
So to them, I present this. A stand-alone fic that could take place at any time in the Pet universe.
Other charity fics can be found here
Wesley tapped a pen against his desk blotter. He stared out through the windows of his office, watching the life and unlife that passed through the lobby, and particularly through the office that was directly across from his.
"Pet?" Spike waved a hand to get his attention.
Wesley kept staring. "Hmm?"
"You've got a look," Spike said.
Now Wesley faced him. "Pardon?"
"A look," Spike said. "Like you're bored. Or planning something you're not supposed to."
Wesley attempted to appear innocent. "Whatever gives you that idea?"
Spike was having none of it. "Because I've been 'round the block long enough to know when a cat's sussing out the canary. Now I know you, pet, and I know Da's rules, which means there's only one thing going to happen out of this."
"What's that?" Wesley asked, sitting back in his chair.
Spike grinned. "Me being allowed to watch."
Wesley snickered. He got out of his chair and went to press a kiss on Spike's lips. "You can. But you have to wait here. This requires... finesse."
"It's Angel," Spike reminded him. "Anything that doesn't involve a spanner to his forehead is finesse."
"Even so I like to learn from my mistakes," Wesley said.
Spike frowned. "Mistakes?"
"Wait here," Wesley told him, not wanting to get into it. "With luck, this won't take long."
"Where're you going?" Spike asked.
"As far as you know," Wesley said, eyeing the flow of foot traffic in and out of the elevators, "to the cafeteria."
Wesley was across the lobby and through the elevator doors before Spike could say another word about it.
Once down on the lower levels, he set his sights on the perfect spot. He stood right by the front entrance. He didn't go outside, but he wasn't precisely staying *inside* either.
Wesley smiled when the cell phone clipped to his belt immediately started to ring.
"Upstairs, *now*," Angel said.
Wesley hummed a cheerful tune to himself as he went back up to the penthouse. Or he did, until Lorne begged Wesley to have a little mercy on him.
"What was that?" Angel asked, when Wesley emerged into the apartment. Spike was sitting off to the side, either there by Angel's request or because he'd been able to guess where the best vantage point would be.
Wesley carefully schooled his face to look neutral. "What, Angel?"
"You know what," Angel advanced on him, closing the space between him, Wesley, and the wall. "That little display. What was that?"
"Nothing," Wesley said, mentally patting himself on the back for not having broken any rules. "I was feeling restless. I thought a change of scenery might prove useful."
"You have a window," Angel said.
"*Change* of scenery," Wesley reminded him.
"You have a TV," Angel said.
"Not exactly the same thing," Wesley pointed out.
Angel folded his arms. Wesley could tell he was trying to figure out some reason to be cross with him. "That's it?"
"Yes, Angel," Wesley said. Inspired, he folded his hands behind his back, the very picture of obedience.
"I think he's up to something, Da," Spike offered.
"Yeah, I *know*," Angel said, rolling his eyes at the younger vampire. He turned back to face Wesley. "So what is it?"
"I'm not up to anything," Wesley said. He kept his lips slightly parted, and let his body lean against the wall in an open, but not blatantly inviting posture. "You know I don't want to disobey."
"This has your stink all over it," Angel told Spike.
Spike held up his hands, disclaiming it. "Never said a word to him. 'sides, if you haven't figured out yet he's got a devious streak - "
"Yeah, you do have that," Angel said. He put his hands on either side of Wesley, trapping him as though Wesley had any desire to be elsewhere. "You make me have to keep a sharp eye on you."
Wesley tried not to squirm closer to Angel's body. "Do I?"
"Is that it, Wes?" Angel asked. He moved in, his lips near but not touching. "You trying to make me watch you? Maybe inspire me to get you that leash?"
"If you insist" was the joking response Wesley wanted to say. But Angel's tone made him sweat, and murmur, "Yes, Angel."
"That it?" Angel asked, his mouth dancing around Wesley's face like a snake testing the air around its prey. "Are you being a bad boy, just so you'll get punished?"
"I - " it was absolutely unfair how quickly Angel could get him aching. His mind swam with two thoughts that seemed equally important to convey. "Yes, Angel. Though I wouldn't consider the leash to be punishment."
"Neither would I," Angel said. "Which is why we're going to do this my way. Get on your knees."
Wesley immediately slid down onto the floor. It was uncarpeted, which made an embarrassing jolt of pain go through his kneecaps and through his legs, but as his mouth was now inches away from the zipper to Angel's finely-pressed trousers, Wesley felt he could have been on broken glass and would have absolutely failed to care.
"We do what *I* want around here," Angel said. "Not you."
Wesley nodded. "Yes, Angel."
"Crawl into the bedroom," Angel told him. "Spike, come with."
"Hope you don't think *I'm* getting on my knees," Spike said.
"What's funny is that you say that as though I couldn't make you," Angel replied as he lead the way down the hall.
Wesley didn't know if he was meant to keep pace with them or catch up. Barring any command to the contrary, he closed his eyes, navigating the way by feel. In his mind he was wearing Angel's blindfold, and Angel had already stripped him nude.
"Get on the bed," Angel told him once he crossed the threshold of the bedroom door. "Hands and knees."
Wesley did just that, bracing his hands underneath the pillows so that he could hold on to the more stable bed linens for support.
The mattress shifted as Angel sat down on Wesley's right. Wesley sucked in a breath as Angel's hand traveled down his back, then cupped his buttocks and thighs. "You were trying to be a bad boy today, Wes."
"I didn't break any rules," Wesley said. He wanted to make certain that this was understood. "I would *never* break your rules."
Angel's hand kept traveling up and down the back of Wesley's legs. "But you toyed with it. Went right up to the line, just to see if you could get a rise out of me."
Wesley attempted to banish the lewd image Angel's words created in his brain in favor of clearer thinking. "Yes, Angel."
"That sounds naughty," Angel's hand nudged Wesley's legs apart. He reached under and began to stroke Wesley's cock through the fabric of his jeans. "Were you being a naughty boy, Wes?"
Wesley clutched at the sheets, trying to force his trembling body to keep still. "Yes, Angel."
"Naughty boys get punished," Angel said. He sounded as though something were about to amuse him, and Wesley's pulse quickened at the possibilities of what. "Do you want to be punished, Wes?"
"*God* yes," Wesley groaned, before sanity momentarily returned and he hastily added, "Angel. Yes, Angel."
Angel chuckled. The hand kept teasing, grasping and stroking Wesley's cock until it grew harder still, straining to be free. But when Angel spoke, his voice was calm, commanding. "Again."
Wesley stilled, feeling the words hold him in ways no leash could ever imitate. "Yes, Angel."
"Good boy. Now raise your hips for me."
Wesley complied, lifting his back side up into the air and readying himself as -
- the slap on his ass came so hard, and so suddenly that Wesley cried out, and whirled his head around.
Angel sat there, his hand raised to hit him again. A perfect grin shaped his face. "Problem, pet?"
Wesley's mouth gaped open and closed. The series of rapid-fire firsts - spanking, pleasurable punishment, and Angel actually *calling* him what Wesley longed for his official job description to be - served to give him a complete and utter brain meltdown.
"I - " Wesley managed.
"You're not *protesting* this, are you?" Angel asked.
Yes, Wesley wanted to say. Because I am 34 years old and well past the age when fantasies of British schoolboys being spanked by stern Head Masters should do anything except make me cringe with embarrassment and long to change the subject to something more manageable, such as the weather. Yes, because this is cliché pornography that I thought myself well past ever having to do ever since I *stopped* going to public school. Yes, because you are strong, and ungodly handsome, and the very idea of being at your mercy for every silly or perverted fantasy that makes you smile makes me feel weak, and aching, and so desperate for your touch I don't even know how to explain it.
Aloud he said, "Please, Angel."
"Good boy," Angel purred, and hit him again.
Wesley hung his head down. The blows kept coming. Heavy, thudding strikes that thrust his body forward, jerked him towards the headboard, then made him fall back into Angel's range again and again. It felt… ridiculous. Like a game, and as though at any moment Angel would stop and claim an untimely April Fool's, and then the whole thing would end.
But it didn't. Angel kept striking him, and striking him, and soon to his horror Wesley found himself groaning, and unable to keep still.
"Please," he whispered. "Angel, I - "
Another blow for his trouble, this one hard enough to make him lift his head up off of the bed. "Problem?"
Wesley swallowed, tried to find words. A great deal of his vocabulary seemed to be located in the fiery heat that had taken over his cock, but he tried all the same. "I - this - "
"I say, you do," Angel reminded him. "You don't get a no. Remember?"
And it was true. He didn't. He hadn't wanted one. He'd wanted Angel, in every capacity that Angel would take him. But it was only then that Wesley realized that he'd given up that control for moments precisely like this, moments when he was right at the razor's edge of his own insecurities and fears, and it was only Angel would could take him over, and past them.
"Please," Wesley said, surrendering himself to the experience. "Please, Angel."
That earned him a caress on his quickly becoming sore backside. "Good boy. Undo your pants."
Desire and nerves made his fingers fumble at his belt. He undid it, then the fly, then moved the entire affair to pool down by his knees, just as a naughty little boy would be bid to.
Angel's fingertips teased the hair along Wesley's thighs. "Very good. Now bend over and take your punishment."
His heart was thundering. This felt beyond anything they'd done before. Moreso, even, than the public displays. But he did it, and for all that he shook with terror and humiliation, his cock remained hard and proud, and silently begged for more.
"Good boy," Angel said, once Wesley had gotten into place. Then the spanking began anew.
The pain was sharper now that Angel's hand hit bare skin. Wesley cried out, then tried not to. He wriggled and squirmed, unable to tell if he was trying to get closer or further away. His mind swam, drowning in the lust and need that Angel was creating in him. It felt so *good*, and so *wrong*, and if Angel stopped Wesley thought he might die from it.
A pair of lips touched his own. Wesley pulled back with a start, then smiled when he saw that it was Spike.
"Pretty view, pet," Spike told him, then brought their lips together once more.
Wesley sighed, melting into the kiss. He licked and sucked at Spike's mouth, then gave in to the insistent thrust of the vampire's tongue as Spike took his own pleasures from him. He was starting to feel dizzy. Kisses from the cool, vampire mouth in front, punishing slaps from the growing warmer vampire hand in back. It was a perfect circle of pleasure/pain and he was caught blissfully in the middle of it.
"Da's hard as a rock," Spike murmured into his ear. He nibbled at the tender flesh behind the lobe. "Wants to fuck you bad, pet, I can tell."
"Please," Wesley whispered. To Spike, to Angel, it didn't matter. His cock was thick, and tight against his belly. It didn't seem possible to want more.
"Beg for it," Angel told him.
"Please," Wesley said at once. "Angel, fuck me, please."
"Say you're sorry for being a naughty boy," Angel said.
Wesley's face flushed deep-red. He looked over his shoulder so that Angel could see it. "I'm very sorry for being a naughty boy, Angel."
Spike hadn't lied. Angel's expression was positively feral. "Spread your legs."
Wesley barely had time to do that before Spike took matters into his own hands - or didn't, more to the point. He shifted his own position, lying back amongst the pillows like a rock star, with his cock coming out of his faded black jeans. Wesley didn't wait to be told. He took Spike's erection into his mouth at once, lapping and groaning at it greedily. Spike thrust forward, not taking over the rhythm as Angel would, but rather snatching away extra grasps of pleasure that Wesley couldn't have given him alone.
Behind, Angel's hands rubbed ice-cool lotion over Wesley's tender flesh. It brought tears to his eyes, and nearly made him bite Spike's dick. But Angel's touch was soothing, and near-hypnotic, and it wasn't long before Wesley's eyelids once again sank to half-mast, and he was all but purring into the blowjob.
Angel's cock came next, sliding into him perfectly. Angel's hand caressed Wesley's sides, then reached underneath his shirt to toy with the nipple ring. "You like being a good boy for me, Wes?"
To speak would have required taking Spike out of him. Wesley instead settled for "Mm-hmm." which made the younger vampire groan at the vibrations.
Angel gave the nipple ring a twist of approval. "Good boy," he said, then started thrusts of his own.
He was impaled on both ends. Claimed by two vampires, both of whom could have taken him without help. He was trapped, locked inside the unending pleasure, forced to do nothing except moan and whimper, thrust and suck, writhe and cry. And then Angel's hand found Wesley's dick and it was much too much. His body jerked, short-circuiting as every nerve fired at once, turning the entire world white-hot with a pain so intense it made him sob with ecstasy.
Somewhere in the distance he heard Spike groan, and his mouth was filled with copper-salt fluid. Further away was Angel, and the stolen heat that lanced into Wesley's body. His two vampires, his two loves, with him and taking pleasure from him. Wesley couldn't imagine anything more wonderful.
"Still bored, pet?" Spike asked some time later, when all three of them were still curled together, and too sleepy-sated to move.
Wesley shook his head, speaking softly so as not to wake Angel. "No. Not bored at all."
End.
minitrog, who donated twenty pounds to the Disasters Emergency Committee in exchange for "a 2,000 word kinky, scorching, Pet verse with Angel, Spike and Wes". And for zortified, who provided the inspiration for people to use fandom_charity to help out the tsunami victims in the first place, and who also offered to hold the towel because she agreed with troggie that she "would adore anything with spankies or owwies in, and double penetration is a favourite too".So to them, I present this. A stand-alone fic that could take place at any time in the Pet universe.
Other charity fics can be found here
Wesley tapped a pen against his desk blotter. He stared out through the windows of his office, watching the life and unlife that passed through the lobby, and particularly through the office that was directly across from his.
"Pet?" Spike waved a hand to get his attention.
Wesley kept staring. "Hmm?"
"You've got a look," Spike said.
Now Wesley faced him. "Pardon?"
"A look," Spike said. "Like you're bored. Or planning something you're not supposed to."
Wesley attempted to appear innocent. "Whatever gives you that idea?"
Spike was having none of it. "Because I've been 'round the block long enough to know when a cat's sussing out the canary. Now I know you, pet, and I know Da's rules, which means there's only one thing going to happen out of this."
"What's that?" Wesley asked, sitting back in his chair.
Spike grinned. "Me being allowed to watch."
Wesley snickered. He got out of his chair and went to press a kiss on Spike's lips. "You can. But you have to wait here. This requires... finesse."
"It's Angel," Spike reminded him. "Anything that doesn't involve a spanner to his forehead is finesse."
"Even so I like to learn from my mistakes," Wesley said.
Spike frowned. "Mistakes?"
"Wait here," Wesley told him, not wanting to get into it. "With luck, this won't take long."
"Where're you going?" Spike asked.
"As far as you know," Wesley said, eyeing the flow of foot traffic in and out of the elevators, "to the cafeteria."
Wesley was across the lobby and through the elevator doors before Spike could say another word about it.
Once down on the lower levels, he set his sights on the perfect spot. He stood right by the front entrance. He didn't go outside, but he wasn't precisely staying *inside* either.
Wesley smiled when the cell phone clipped to his belt immediately started to ring.
"Upstairs, *now*," Angel said.
Wesley hummed a cheerful tune to himself as he went back up to the penthouse. Or he did, until Lorne begged Wesley to have a little mercy on him.
"What was that?" Angel asked, when Wesley emerged into the apartment. Spike was sitting off to the side, either there by Angel's request or because he'd been able to guess where the best vantage point would be.
Wesley carefully schooled his face to look neutral. "What, Angel?"
"You know what," Angel advanced on him, closing the space between him, Wesley, and the wall. "That little display. What was that?"
"Nothing," Wesley said, mentally patting himself on the back for not having broken any rules. "I was feeling restless. I thought a change of scenery might prove useful."
"You have a window," Angel said.
"*Change* of scenery," Wesley reminded him.
"You have a TV," Angel said.
"Not exactly the same thing," Wesley pointed out.
Angel folded his arms. Wesley could tell he was trying to figure out some reason to be cross with him. "That's it?"
"Yes, Angel," Wesley said. Inspired, he folded his hands behind his back, the very picture of obedience.
"I think he's up to something, Da," Spike offered.
"Yeah, I *know*," Angel said, rolling his eyes at the younger vampire. He turned back to face Wesley. "So what is it?"
"I'm not up to anything," Wesley said. He kept his lips slightly parted, and let his body lean against the wall in an open, but not blatantly inviting posture. "You know I don't want to disobey."
"This has your stink all over it," Angel told Spike.
Spike held up his hands, disclaiming it. "Never said a word to him. 'sides, if you haven't figured out yet he's got a devious streak - "
"Yeah, you do have that," Angel said. He put his hands on either side of Wesley, trapping him as though Wesley had any desire to be elsewhere. "You make me have to keep a sharp eye on you."
Wesley tried not to squirm closer to Angel's body. "Do I?"
"Is that it, Wes?" Angel asked. He moved in, his lips near but not touching. "You trying to make me watch you? Maybe inspire me to get you that leash?"
"If you insist" was the joking response Wesley wanted to say. But Angel's tone made him sweat, and murmur, "Yes, Angel."
"That it?" Angel asked, his mouth dancing around Wesley's face like a snake testing the air around its prey. "Are you being a bad boy, just so you'll get punished?"
"I - " it was absolutely unfair how quickly Angel could get him aching. His mind swam with two thoughts that seemed equally important to convey. "Yes, Angel. Though I wouldn't consider the leash to be punishment."
"Neither would I," Angel said. "Which is why we're going to do this my way. Get on your knees."
Wesley immediately slid down onto the floor. It was uncarpeted, which made an embarrassing jolt of pain go through his kneecaps and through his legs, but as his mouth was now inches away from the zipper to Angel's finely-pressed trousers, Wesley felt he could have been on broken glass and would have absolutely failed to care.
"We do what *I* want around here," Angel said. "Not you."
Wesley nodded. "Yes, Angel."
"Crawl into the bedroom," Angel told him. "Spike, come with."
"Hope you don't think *I'm* getting on my knees," Spike said.
"What's funny is that you say that as though I couldn't make you," Angel replied as he lead the way down the hall.
Wesley didn't know if he was meant to keep pace with them or catch up. Barring any command to the contrary, he closed his eyes, navigating the way by feel. In his mind he was wearing Angel's blindfold, and Angel had already stripped him nude.
"Get on the bed," Angel told him once he crossed the threshold of the bedroom door. "Hands and knees."
Wesley did just that, bracing his hands underneath the pillows so that he could hold on to the more stable bed linens for support.
The mattress shifted as Angel sat down on Wesley's right. Wesley sucked in a breath as Angel's hand traveled down his back, then cupped his buttocks and thighs. "You were trying to be a bad boy today, Wes."
"I didn't break any rules," Wesley said. He wanted to make certain that this was understood. "I would *never* break your rules."
Angel's hand kept traveling up and down the back of Wesley's legs. "But you toyed with it. Went right up to the line, just to see if you could get a rise out of me."
Wesley attempted to banish the lewd image Angel's words created in his brain in favor of clearer thinking. "Yes, Angel."
"That sounds naughty," Angel's hand nudged Wesley's legs apart. He reached under and began to stroke Wesley's cock through the fabric of his jeans. "Were you being a naughty boy, Wes?"
Wesley clutched at the sheets, trying to force his trembling body to keep still. "Yes, Angel."
"Naughty boys get punished," Angel said. He sounded as though something were about to amuse him, and Wesley's pulse quickened at the possibilities of what. "Do you want to be punished, Wes?"
"*God* yes," Wesley groaned, before sanity momentarily returned and he hastily added, "Angel. Yes, Angel."
Angel chuckled. The hand kept teasing, grasping and stroking Wesley's cock until it grew harder still, straining to be free. But when Angel spoke, his voice was calm, commanding. "Again."
Wesley stilled, feeling the words hold him in ways no leash could ever imitate. "Yes, Angel."
"Good boy. Now raise your hips for me."
Wesley complied, lifting his back side up into the air and readying himself as -
- the slap on his ass came so hard, and so suddenly that Wesley cried out, and whirled his head around.
Angel sat there, his hand raised to hit him again. A perfect grin shaped his face. "Problem, pet?"
Wesley's mouth gaped open and closed. The series of rapid-fire firsts - spanking, pleasurable punishment, and Angel actually *calling* him what Wesley longed for his official job description to be - served to give him a complete and utter brain meltdown.
"I - " Wesley managed.
"You're not *protesting* this, are you?" Angel asked.
Yes, Wesley wanted to say. Because I am 34 years old and well past the age when fantasies of British schoolboys being spanked by stern Head Masters should do anything except make me cringe with embarrassment and long to change the subject to something more manageable, such as the weather. Yes, because this is cliché pornography that I thought myself well past ever having to do ever since I *stopped* going to public school. Yes, because you are strong, and ungodly handsome, and the very idea of being at your mercy for every silly or perverted fantasy that makes you smile makes me feel weak, and aching, and so desperate for your touch I don't even know how to explain it.
Aloud he said, "Please, Angel."
"Good boy," Angel purred, and hit him again.
Wesley hung his head down. The blows kept coming. Heavy, thudding strikes that thrust his body forward, jerked him towards the headboard, then made him fall back into Angel's range again and again. It felt… ridiculous. Like a game, and as though at any moment Angel would stop and claim an untimely April Fool's, and then the whole thing would end.
But it didn't. Angel kept striking him, and striking him, and soon to his horror Wesley found himself groaning, and unable to keep still.
"Please," he whispered. "Angel, I - "
Another blow for his trouble, this one hard enough to make him lift his head up off of the bed. "Problem?"
Wesley swallowed, tried to find words. A great deal of his vocabulary seemed to be located in the fiery heat that had taken over his cock, but he tried all the same. "I - this - "
"I say, you do," Angel reminded him. "You don't get a no. Remember?"
And it was true. He didn't. He hadn't wanted one. He'd wanted Angel, in every capacity that Angel would take him. But it was only then that Wesley realized that he'd given up that control for moments precisely like this, moments when he was right at the razor's edge of his own insecurities and fears, and it was only Angel would could take him over, and past them.
"Please," Wesley said, surrendering himself to the experience. "Please, Angel."
That earned him a caress on his quickly becoming sore backside. "Good boy. Undo your pants."
Desire and nerves made his fingers fumble at his belt. He undid it, then the fly, then moved the entire affair to pool down by his knees, just as a naughty little boy would be bid to.
Angel's fingertips teased the hair along Wesley's thighs. "Very good. Now bend over and take your punishment."
His heart was thundering. This felt beyond anything they'd done before. Moreso, even, than the public displays. But he did it, and for all that he shook with terror and humiliation, his cock remained hard and proud, and silently begged for more.
"Good boy," Angel said, once Wesley had gotten into place. Then the spanking began anew.
The pain was sharper now that Angel's hand hit bare skin. Wesley cried out, then tried not to. He wriggled and squirmed, unable to tell if he was trying to get closer or further away. His mind swam, drowning in the lust and need that Angel was creating in him. It felt so *good*, and so *wrong*, and if Angel stopped Wesley thought he might die from it.
A pair of lips touched his own. Wesley pulled back with a start, then smiled when he saw that it was Spike.
"Pretty view, pet," Spike told him, then brought their lips together once more.
Wesley sighed, melting into the kiss. He licked and sucked at Spike's mouth, then gave in to the insistent thrust of the vampire's tongue as Spike took his own pleasures from him. He was starting to feel dizzy. Kisses from the cool, vampire mouth in front, punishing slaps from the growing warmer vampire hand in back. It was a perfect circle of pleasure/pain and he was caught blissfully in the middle of it.
"Da's hard as a rock," Spike murmured into his ear. He nibbled at the tender flesh behind the lobe. "Wants to fuck you bad, pet, I can tell."
"Please," Wesley whispered. To Spike, to Angel, it didn't matter. His cock was thick, and tight against his belly. It didn't seem possible to want more.
"Beg for it," Angel told him.
"Please," Wesley said at once. "Angel, fuck me, please."
"Say you're sorry for being a naughty boy," Angel said.
Wesley's face flushed deep-red. He looked over his shoulder so that Angel could see it. "I'm very sorry for being a naughty boy, Angel."
Spike hadn't lied. Angel's expression was positively feral. "Spread your legs."
Wesley barely had time to do that before Spike took matters into his own hands - or didn't, more to the point. He shifted his own position, lying back amongst the pillows like a rock star, with his cock coming out of his faded black jeans. Wesley didn't wait to be told. He took Spike's erection into his mouth at once, lapping and groaning at it greedily. Spike thrust forward, not taking over the rhythm as Angel would, but rather snatching away extra grasps of pleasure that Wesley couldn't have given him alone.
Behind, Angel's hands rubbed ice-cool lotion over Wesley's tender flesh. It brought tears to his eyes, and nearly made him bite Spike's dick. But Angel's touch was soothing, and near-hypnotic, and it wasn't long before Wesley's eyelids once again sank to half-mast, and he was all but purring into the blowjob.
Angel's cock came next, sliding into him perfectly. Angel's hand caressed Wesley's sides, then reached underneath his shirt to toy with the nipple ring. "You like being a good boy for me, Wes?"
To speak would have required taking Spike out of him. Wesley instead settled for "Mm-hmm." which made the younger vampire groan at the vibrations.
Angel gave the nipple ring a twist of approval. "Good boy," he said, then started thrusts of his own.
He was impaled on both ends. Claimed by two vampires, both of whom could have taken him without help. He was trapped, locked inside the unending pleasure, forced to do nothing except moan and whimper, thrust and suck, writhe and cry. And then Angel's hand found Wesley's dick and it was much too much. His body jerked, short-circuiting as every nerve fired at once, turning the entire world white-hot with a pain so intense it made him sob with ecstasy.
Somewhere in the distance he heard Spike groan, and his mouth was filled with copper-salt fluid. Further away was Angel, and the stolen heat that lanced into Wesley's body. His two vampires, his two loves, with him and taking pleasure from him. Wesley couldn't imagine anything more wonderful.
"Still bored, pet?" Spike asked some time later, when all three of them were still curled together, and too sleepy-sated to move.
Wesley shook his head, speaking softly so as not to wake Angel. "No. Not bored at all."
End.
