Part Twenty-Nine A

Xander wakes up slowly and stretches; he isn’t sure what happened yesterday.

He remembers terror sliding icy tendrils into his chest. With his heart pounding in his chest and his breaths coming fast, he searches frantically for his Mate. He vaguely remembers being carried and blushes at the memory.

The cold bodies on either side of him shift as he sits up and looks around the room. After recognizing Angel’s room, he scoots to the end of the bed carefully and stands. Entering the bathroom quietly, he closes the door.

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Spike pats the bed beside him sleepily, searching for Xander. His alarm at finding an empty space dies down as his frantic flailing pulls the body he finds closer. Wrapping arms and legs around the other occupant of the bed, he drops a soft kiss on the forehead.

"Yer freezin’, Pet," he comments with sleepy concern. The human in his arms seems rather cold. The vampire drifts back to sleep.

Angel wakes up, help close in strong male arms. He reaches out and pets the teen’s hair. Funny, he didn’t know Xander uses gel in his hair. With a shrug, he continues the gentle touches. He really is a good kid and Angel is glad Spike brought him here. He hopes the youth will go back to Sunnydale significantly more healed. It is kind of nice being used for a giant teddy bear. He smiles, still mostly asleep, then goes to back to sleep too. Both Spike and Angel think they are holding Xander.

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Xander takes care of his morning nature call then turns on the bathtub taps.

Getting the medicated powder down, he measures two tablespoons into the mostly hot water. He peels off his boxers and steps gingerly into the almost too hot water. Wincing, he turns the taps off and relaxes against the back of the bathtub. He takes a washcloth, soaks it in the water, then folds it into a rectangle to put over his eyes. Lulled by the warm heat on his face and soothed by the steaming water, he goes to sleep.

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Spike nuzzles his boy’s head softly and is startled when the fluffy hair pokes his cheek. When did Xander spike his hair? He lays a hand on the teen’s chest to feel the relaxing heartbeat. The vampire leaps up and starts pounding on Angel’s chest in an attempt to start the dead heart.

"Soddin’ human, not allowed ta die on me! Wake up, Ponce, Xan’s heart stopped!"

Angel is having a nice calm dream about taking Wesley’s virginity when he is rudely awakened by someone pounding on his chest.

Spike finally wakes up enough to see he is hammering on his GrandSire. He hauls off and slugs Angel.

"What the fuck what that for?" Angel growls, barely restraining himself from tearing Spike’s head off.

"‘S for makin’ me think you were me Mate an’ he was dead!" Spike growls back.

He knows he is being unreasonable but he was terrified!

The answer is so ludicrous that Angel’s scowl turns to chuckles. Spike glares at him briefly before he smirks back.

"Pillock."

"Brat Childe."

"Poof."

"Obnoxious waste of demon blood."

"Hairboy."

"Ya know, Spike, coming from a gelled, bleached vampire, I have never understood that insult."

"It’s them little spikey things in yer hair, Peaches," Spike shrugs.

"Where’s Xander?" Angel wonders.

Spike sniffs a few times, "In the bathroom. Smell ‘is medicine too, good boy."

Both vampires creep over and quietly open the door to the bathroom. Xander is still sleeping in the bathtub. Angel fetches a towel while Spike opens the drain. Xander wakes up as the water leaves his body and he chills. He looks up with a start, then smiles when he sees Spike.

"C’mon, Luv, going to get sick," his vampire says as he lifts the youth out of the empty bathtub.

"Gonna get wet, Spike," Xander says as he cuddles closer.

"I do dry, ya git," Spike snorts as he lowers his Mate onto the towel Angel is holding. He rubs Xander down briskly, then wraps him securely in the towel. Angel precedes them into the bedroom. He pulls the tube of cream out and hands it to Spike. Xander shudders when he sees the tube and hides his head in the vampire’s chest. He sits on the bed, still cuddling his Mate.

"Going ta fight me, Pet?"

"N-No…  Doesn’t do any good. Don’t like it though," Xander says softly.

"I know."

Spike looks at Angel and snarls, "Don’t like that yer here but since yer not leavin’, you can help." He lays down on the bed and pulls a naked Xander on top of him. Situating the teen’s legs on either side of his hip, he exposes his Mate’s anus. Angel quickly gets a fingerful of cream and sits down near Spike’s knees.

Just as Xander starts to really panic, Spike begins to kiss him carefully, waiting to see what will happen. To his surprise and delight, Xander hesitantly licks the other man’s lips. Its isn’t more than a flutter, but it is a positive response. Spike opens his mouth and waits to see what the teen will do. He has to hold back a groan at the first tentative brush on his gums.

Xander continues to map the vampire’s mouth with his tongue. Spike unintentionally shifts and its Xander’s turn to moan as his penis is crushed into the vampire’s pelvis. The small frisson of fear is turning into fledgling desire.

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Angel takes the opportunity to apply the cream and any discomfort is lost in all the new sensations. He looks at the other two males then leaves; this moment is not for him.

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Part Twenty-Nine B

Spike gazes up at his human and searches the dark eyes very carefully for fear. The closest thing he sees is an endearing uncertainty. With a smirk, he rocks deliberately against Xander’s groin.

Xander has never felt anything like this. He can’t get enough of the taste of Spike’s mouth and the friction on his penis is driving him insane. He groans as Spike rubs him again and briefly rests his forehead on the vampire.

"Need to stop, Luv?" Spike asks reluctantly. He can stop now but it will not be easy. His Mate’s innocent touches have brought him to the brink faster than any amount of experience.

"Scared but feels good. Not wrong?" Xander asks pleadingly.

"Not wrong, never wrong. Just do what feels right," Spike encourages the confused human.

"Skin," the teen comments and explains by tugging on the vampire’s jeans.

Spike skins out of his clothes so fast he worries the boy will have friction burns, "Better?"

Xander answers by bucking down onto his Mate. He peppers the vampire’s face with frantic kisses. A cold tongue seeks entrance to his own mouth and he welcomes the intruder.

Spike is more forceful than he is and seems to be giving the inside of the human’s mouth a tongue bath. As the teen loses the rhythm in all the new sensations, the vampire continues to grind up into his pelvis. Spike reaches blindly for the cream tube and manages to discover Angel forgot to close it when he squishes the medicine all over his hand. He smears some on a finger and cautiously reaches behind Xander to circle the hidden opening.

At the first touch the human freezes with fear. Spike shushes his Mate and ceases the attempt. He is shocked when the boy shakes his head and grabs his arm, putting the finger back where it was.

Xander gives a full body shiver when a fingertip starts gently flicking in and out of him. The feeling is almost but not quite a tickle.  Tickling never made him see stars. He tenses briefly as the questing finger is slid in ever so slowly. The slight twinge from the tears is forgotten as Spike light brushes something inside of him. Between the cold tongue devouring him mouth, the friction on his penis and now the stroke over his prostate, he is lost.

Spike feels Xander tighten up and then his release with satisfaction and no small amount of pride. His Pet let him love him. The thought sends him over the edge and he howls out his own completion. Spike and Xander lay puddled with one another until they both drift off.

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Angel winces at the howl then gives the two a few minutes to let them recover. He cautiously peeks in the doorway and smiles when he sees them snoring softly. His face wrinkles at the white substance flaking on their bodies. Entering his bathroom, he fixes a basin of warm water and carries it to the bed.

Xander wiggles a bit as he gently cleans the human’s skin, but neither male truly wakes. He gives them both a quick but thorough washing, then pulls the sheet over them. Grabbing a case folder off his nightstand, he relaxes on the other side of his bed. Every once in a while he looks up and watches the Mates sleep with a fond smile.

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