This is RogueSpike's idea... blame her...

Faerie Courtship
 
Author: lilithangel
 
Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz
 
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint
 
Fandom: BtVS
 
Characters: Xander/Angel/Faerie!Spike
 
Genre: Smut
 
Warnings: gay vampire/human/faerie sex
 
Disclaimer: I own the thoughts in my head until I sell them.  Everything else is the property of Joss but I don't think he really cares.
 
Summary: Drusilla never turned Spike, Angelus was still cursed and Angel still ended up in Sunnydale.  Angel still lost his soul to Buffy but failed to kill Jenny.  Together Jenny and Willow manage to return Angel's soul but, as before, Buffy still had to send him to hell.  Upon his return to earth Angel and Buffy do not get back together as neither got over the sending to hell incident. 
Angel stays in Sunnydale to help and maintains an uneasy relationship with the Scoobies.  He helps with patrolling normally paired off with someone other than Buffy.
Giles and Jenny argued successfully with the gypsy council that the perfect happiness clause did nothing to punish Angelus.  The council finally agreed to fix Angel's soul but it was too late for his relationship with Buffy.  Anya never came onto the scene but Xander continued to be a demon magnet. 
Things get interesting in Sunnydale when the Faerie Courts arrive especially with one particular young fey.
 
* * * * *
 
Xander hated patrolling with dead boy.  Naturally chatty it felt like pulling teeth to get anything out of the broody vampire.  Even after getting his soul secured Angel was still morose and silent at the best of times.
 
Xander had given up on trying to start conversations, and wished he was better at paper, scissors, rock.  He had his suspicions about Willow cheating since this was the third time in a row that she had won and gone with Tara.
 
Xander sighed, and went back to wishing the evening was over so he could go to bed before dawn for once.
 
Angel held his peace as the boy sighed for the fourth time in as many minutes.  He knew Xander didn't want to be there, hell he didn't want to be there, but at least he didn't make a big deal about it.
 
Yet again Angel questioned his reasons for staying in Sunnydale.  Whistler assured him that his redemption was tied to the slayer and the hellmouth but the more he was forced into the company of humans that couldn't stand him the more he questioned the value of redemption.
 
They were patrolling the forest outside of Sunnydale as reports had filtered in of strange things happening.  Giles and Oz were covering the west side of the forest while he and Xander covered the east.
 
So far they had found nothing more exciting than some teenagers making out, and Angel was about ready to call it a night.
 
* * * * *
 
Spike was lost and that was annoying and embarrassing.  He was a forest faerie and it should be easy to find his way no matter that it was a new forest and he was still young.
 
He and his friend Harry had been playing seek and surrender when he lost track of his blue friend, and got turned around by the strange trees who wouldn't even speak to him without an introduction.
 
So far he was keeping his cool not panicking, but he could smell humans in the forest and knew he had to get back without being seen.  There was another creature with one of the humans that smelt a bit human and a bit like the dark fey, and it made Spike nervous.
 
Full sized Spike was as big as a small human and could pass for one in bad light.  His bright blue eyes and fine cheekbones looked normal so long as nobody noticed the moonlight silver hair and sharp pointed ears.
 
Of course the wings and the green tint to his skin were harder to explain away but from a distance Spike could fool a human.  Another of the fey would spot him right away and Spike was not fool enough to think he could defeat any of the dark court.
 
When he realised the human and the other were too close Spike went to his small form and flew up into one of the uncommunicative trees to hide.
 
Walking through the trees Angel reflected again on how much he hated nature or was it how much nature hated him.  Bushes always seemed to catch at his clothes and tree roots moved to trip him up.  If it wasn't for the fact that he was a vampire he would look as clumsy as Xander, and for that he was immensely grateful.
 
Xander opened his mouth to complain and demand they go home when Angel grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to a stop.
 
"Quiet," Angel hissed unnecessarily, his eyes scanning the undergrowth while he did that sniffing thing that Xander found so disconcerting.
 
"There's something here," Angel added still scanning the area.
 
"There's trees and bushes and dampness here," Xander grumbled, "could you be a little more specific?"
 
"Something not human and possibly dangerous," Angel sighed, "and possibly sneaking away under cover of your yapping."
 
"Hey," Xander protested then subsided at Angel's glare.
 
Angel's head moved from side to side searching for whatever it was that he could sense.  Initially it had seemed larger somehow but it was still around he could tell.
 
Spike stayed as still as he could grateful for the camouflage his natural colouring gave him.  Harry had a lot more difficulty hiding with his blue skin and fur making seek and surrender that much more fun.  Spike trembled at the thought that he might never play with Harry again if the human and the creature that looked human caught him.  Spike had heard stories from older faeries about what humans would do to captives.
 
Angel's senses were still going crazy, whatever it was it was not human.  Threat was harder to judge, but the sensation kept prickling across his skin driving him distraction.
 
Finally Angel gave up looking and then turned for home Xander grumbling all the way about crazy vampires and invisible threats.
 
Spike followed the human and the other for a while staying back far enough not to be scented.  The other intrigued the faerie, he looked human and smelt mostly human, and the otherworldly scent was oddly attractive to Spike despite his fear.  The human was interesting in a more physical way, Spike liked the way he looked and the way he smelt, all cinnamon and sugar.
 
Before he realised it Spike found he was on the outskirts of the forest with the artificial lights of the city hurting his eyes but attracting him at the same time.
 
He was so mesmerised by the lights that he failed to hear the whump of owl wings above him.  The talons closed around his body piercing one wing and crushing his leg.  Spike howled with pain and struggled with the bird trying to stop it from flying away.  He could not change in such a situation in case his magic spread to the owl and he was left fighting a giant version.
 
Xander was walking and still grumbling when he found that Angel was not next to him.  He looked around and saw that the dark vampire had turned back to the forest.
 
"What?" Xander said.
 
"I thought I heard a cry for help," Angel said heading off at a run back towards the trees with Xander in tow.
 
Angel saw the owl in the canopy but didn't pay it any attention until he saw the struggling figure in its talons.  The small figure appeared to have hold of a tree branch preventing the bird from taking off.
 
The owl was flapping its wings wildly and struck out at Angel's hand with a sharp stab of its powerful beak.  Angel hissed with pain but got hold of the bird's legs and prised open the claw to release the struggling figure.
 
"Watch out," Xander sprung forward and caught the falling shape as Angel freed the angry bird.
 
Sucking at the long scratches on his hands Angel turned to see if what Xander held was what he thought it was.
 
"It's a faerie," Xander said with awe, "a real life faerie," he looked down at the pale green creature, "it's been hurt."
 
Spike tried to make his wings work and escape the clutches of the human, but with one torn and his leg bleeding he couldn't muster the strength.  A large meaty finger reached out to prod him and Spike braced himself for the pain.  He was surprised when the finger only lightly brushed over his good wing.
 
"A real life faerie," Xander said gently touching the aquamarine wing.
 
Angel reached out but did not touch the shivering creature letting his hand hover a breath away, "if there is one there will be others," Angel said.
 
"Others," Xander perked up and scanned the area.
 
"That is not necessarily a good thing," Angel said in warning, "they may look cute and harmless but if this involves the Faerie Courts then we could be in a whole lot of trouble."
 
"Faerie Court?" Xander said.
 
"Don't think Disney," Angel said, "think Celtic mythology."
 
"American education system here," Xander said, "if it wasn't for Willow I wouldn't even know what Celtic meant."
 
"The Courts are very powerful and have a lot of very powerful magic.  They also don't like humans very much and have been known to cause mischief just for the hell of it," Angel said.
 
"Too bloody right," Spike said trying to stand on Xander's palm, "so just let me go."
 
Xander looked in surprise at the defiant faerie, "it can talk."
 
"Of course it can talk," Spike said, "and if you don't let me go then you are looking for trouble."  He tried to stretch out his wings but the pain was too much and he collapsed unconscious again.
 
"He's right you know," Angel said, "we should let him go."
 
"But he's injured, he could be caught by another owl and killed," Xander said covering the body of the faerie with a protective hand.
 
Angel sighed, "We'll patch him up and then return him as quickly as possible.  Hopefully he isn't anyone important in the Court and nobody will miss him too quickly and hopefully he is from the Court of Light."
 
Xander looked at Angel blankly, "you will have to explain everything that you just said as none of it made any sense here."
 
Angel sighed again and they headed back to town with Xander peppering him with questions.
 
* * * * *
 
"So there are these two courts, one good and one bad.  This little guy could belong to either but we couldn't just leave him wounded like that and he's kind of cute," Xander was babbling as Willow, Tara and Buffy all cooed over the small green creature resting on Dawn's pillow.
 
Angel had surprised them all by fixing the faerie's broken wing with delicate fingers.  They had moved quickly to finish before the faerie regained consciousness.
 
They had gone to Buffy's house because it was the closest and guaranteed to have medical supplies.  Willow and Tara had been there and Tara had brought out natural remedies to treat the talon wound while Angel reset the broken wing.
 
Since Dawn was not home they had chosen to let the faerie rest in her room.
 
Buffy had been drawn there by Xander's excited whispers.  Between them they had pushed the reluctant Angel out of the way so they could marvel at the perfect little creature.
 
Angel grimaced at Xander's butchered explanation but knew better than to interrupt Scooby babble.
 
"He's waking up," Buffy said.  Five sets of eyes focused on the tiny body moving restlessly on the pillow.
 
Spike woke to find he was in the custody of more humans all looking like they were planning on eating him.  He tried to fly away but one wing was really heavy and he remembered being grabbed by the owl.
 
Looking around wildly Spike finally saw the dark one in the corner and that made him feel better.  These humans were used to others and might be less harsh with him.  Spike didn't mind the human male but the females were covered with magic, and Spike didn't like non-faerie magic.
 
The girls were upset when the faerie tried to fly away from them and tried to calm him, but he just pressed his body deeper into the pillow looking for escape.
 
Angel moved forward when the faerie sent him a pleading look, "I think you're scaring him."
 
Xander looked down at the panicked expression and had to agree with Angel, "Maybe we should back off and let him rest."
 
"Should we feed him?" Tara said.
 
"What do faerie eat?" Buffy said.
 
"I kind of thought berries and honey," Willow suggested.
 
Spike brightened at the suggestion of honey, he wasn't allowed it often as it made him a bit excitable but these humans didn't know that.  He was beginning to think he was going to be safe with these ones.
 
Spike wondered if he had been wrong about the creature belonging to the humans, maybe they were his pets. 
 
The females ran out of the room to find Spike food and he relaxed a little with just his rescuers around.
 
"How are you feeling?" Xander said.
 
"Better but my wing is really heavy," Spike said trying to turn his head far enough to see why.
 
"We had to bandage it because the owl broke it," Xander said, "Tara put something onto your wound to help it heal."
 
Spike looked down in surprise, he remembered being stabbed by the talon but it didn't hurt at all now.
 
"So what Court do you belong to," Xander asked, "are you a good faerie or a bad faerie?"
 
"I'm sorry," Angel said when he saw the faerie's expression, "he knows very little about the Courts and is letting his enthusiasm get away from him.  I am Angel of the clan Aurelius and this is Alexander Harris of the Scooby clan.  May we be honoured with your names?"
 
"I am Spike Bloodflower of Elm clan," Spike raised himself up to full height and bowed carefully, "my thanks for your assistance this night."
 
"You are most welcome Spike Bloodflower," Angel returned the bow, "Elm clan is still of the Light Court?"
 
"Of course," Spike said.
 
"And Mab still leads the Light?" Angel said.
 
Spike was impressed by the one named Angel.  Few outside of the Courts understood their ways never mind knowing the leaders of the clan.  Only having one name was strange and normally indicated an outcast which might explain why he was with the humans.
 
"I recognise the name Mab," Xander said, "does she really ride in a walnut shell carriage pulled by mice?"
 
Spike laughed he had heard the stories of how the Court had played with the human called Shakespeare, and the story he wrote about them.  It seemed the story lasted longer than the man.  Spike was only 125 years old so was too young to have met him.
 
Xander was disappointed when the faerie laughed, guessing that she didn't ride in such a carriage.  This was a shame since the story had fascinated him since he saw the movie and talked Willow into reading it to him.
 
Spike felt vulnerable so much smaller that the others in the room and wanted to change his size, but he was also concerned about showing humans too much of faerie power. 
 
Angel watched the faerie shift uncomfortably and knew the wounds must be hurting.  Angel was aware of what would help heal the faerie, but had not wanted the girls to see it.  He wasn't so sure he wanted Xander to see either; the boy often overreacted to the supernatural.
 
There wasn't much time before the girls returned so Angel moved over to the bed and knelt down beside the faerie.
 
"Would you accept my blood to aid your healing?" Angel asked Spike formally.
 
Spike was shocked he had not expected the one called Angel to make such a serious offer.  Blood was power in the faerie world, blood was binding.  Obviously Angel was aware of the import as he had made the offer formally and Spike knew he would heal so much faster with blood.
 
Xander was confused by Angel's words.  His knowledge of faerie did not include an appetite for blood.  Although he still made a production of watching Angel drink blood he had long become accustomed to the sight.
 
Watching Xander carefully Angel held out his palm to Spike allowing the faerie to reach the tender webbing between finger and thumb.
 
Satisfied that it was a true offer and not a trick Spike bit down hard on the fleshy webbing his sharp little teeth piercing the skin easily.  The blood was rich and strong and Spike realised what Angel was.  Idly he wondered if he would get into trouble for making a binding with a vampire.
 
Xander watched in fascination as the faerie latched onto Angel's hand with fang-like teeth.  Spike's colour darkened with every swallow and Xander could almost see the wounds knit closed.  The almost orgasmic expression on Angel's face told Xander it was not an unpleasant thing to have a faerie feed from you.
 
Giving into the temptation Xander moved next to Angel and, when the faerie withdrew from Angel's hand Xander offered his own.
 
Spike was absolutely stunned when the human made the offer and could only assume the two were bonded.  What one offered the other would give as well.
 
Spike quickly latched onto the human knowing this would heal him completely.
 
Angel realised too late what Xander had done and sighed as he licked the small wound on his palm closed.  He had known the risk at offering the faerie blood but Xander didn't although Xander was obviously aware of the side effect of the faerie bite.
 
Hearing the girls heading back upstairs Angel pulled Xander free of the bite, "the girls are coming," he said to Xander's sulky look.
 
Spike fell back onto the pillow his stomach distended from the double feed.  Both human and vampire had tasted wonderful and Spike was grateful for the vampire paying attention.
 
"You had better stay where you are and still look injured," Xander said to Spike, "let the girls nurse you for a while."
 
Spike nodded and arranged his limbs to appear as sick as he had been before.  Angel resumed his place by the door and the girls swept in carrying a doll tea set.
 
They ignored the boys and clustered around the bed.  Spike had been certain he couldn't eat anything until he smelt the intoxicating scent of chocolate and honey.
 
The girls were delighted when the faerie devoured the crumbs of cookie and the little cup of honey.  None of them noticed Xander and Angel surreptitiously sucking their hands until the bleeding stopped.
 
Totally sated by blood and sugar Spike yawned and nestled into the pillow.
 
"We should let him sleep," Buffy said and Willow hustled everyone out of the room.
 
"He's just so sweet," Willow said quietly as she shut the door.
 
"And perfectly formed," Buffy added with a giggle.
 
Angel was the only one to notice Xander's blush at her comment.
 
* * * * *
 
They were arguing over pizza toppings when Dawn arrived home and she was heading up the stairs before anyone realised.
 
"Dawn wait," Buffy said chasing after her sister.
 
"What is it Buffy?" Dawn said not slowing down.
 
"There's something in your room," Buffy stopped when Dawn flung open the door to her room.
 
"Where?" Dawn asked.
 
Buffy looked over Dawn's shoulder to see only an empty pillow on the bed, "he's gone," she said in disappointment.
 
"Who's gone?" Dawn asked.
 
The others scrambled up the stairs and crowded into Dawn's room.
 
"Who left the window open?" Willow said.
 
Everyone turned to look at the obviously open window.
 
"Surely he was too badly hurt to fly," Tara said.
 
Angel and Xander exchanged looks but neither said anything.
 
"Who was badly hurt, who can fly?" Dawn asked.
 
"Sorry Dawnie," Willow said, "Xander and Angel rescued a faerie that was hurt and brought him home."
 
"A real faerie with wings and everything?" Dawn looked around her room in disappointment.
 
"I hope he's alright." Tara went to the window to look outside.
 
"I'm sure he's fine," Angel said.
 
* * * * *
 
It had been two days since they saved the faerie.  Two days since Xander had slept without dreaming of blue-green wings and ocean blue eyes.
 
Xander found he had wandered to Angel's apartment instead of The Magic Box and decided to see if the dark vampire wanted to walk over with him.
 
They hadn't spoken since Spike left Dawn's room.  Xander could still feel the spot where the faerie had bitten his hand, and it tingled when he touched it.
 
He wanted to know what Angel knew about faeries and whether the vampire had the same reaction to the bite.
 
Angel knew the boy was outside his door.  Xander's footfall and scent was as familiar to him as all the human's he protected, and now with the faerie bind invoked Angel could almost hear every thought that passed through that young mind.
 
Although Xander wasn't a boy anymore Angel had to admit.  The construction work and patrolling had filled out the youthful body and the shape of the man was coming through.
 
Angel had known Xander would finally come to him and ask him the questions he wasn't sure he wanted to answer.  Questions about the fey and how he knew so much about them.  Questions about the bite and the feelings that would be coursing through that frail human flesh.
 
The door opened before Xander could knock and Angel stood there staring at him.  Being startled made him defensive, the idea that Angel once again held knowledge he didn't made him angry.
 
"Enough with the vampire 'I know everything' tricks okay?" he said.
 
"What do you want Xander?"
 
"What I always want," discontent loosened his tongue, "to be in the loop to be granted the dignity of being told what's going on?"
 
Angel stepped back to allow Xander inside.  Keeping hold of the bravado Xander brushed past him and went into the apartment.  He had never understood why Angel chose to live in such barren surroundings but was glad of the lack of distraction if not the lack of comfortable chairs.
 
Angel watched as Xander sat down at his kitchen table and then sat down opposite.
 
They sat in silence until Xander could not bear it any longer, he should have known better than to try and out wait the champion brooder.
 
"Why does the bite tingle?" Xander said.  It was not the question he had intended to ask even if it was the one he wanted to ask.
 
"When faeries take blood it is to bind another to them," Angel said his gaze drawn to the small mark on his own hand.
 
"Bind how?" Xander asked.
 
"Blood is powerful Xander.  You should know that by now.  Faeries, real faeries, are far older than humans and used to older ways.  The tingle you feel is the binding to Spike.  It isn't complete because we didn't share his blood."
 
Xander sat in unaccustomed silence absorbing Angel's words.
 
"How is it different to vampire bites?" he finally said.
 
"Vampires are only taking," Angel was surprised by the question and a bit impressed, "faeries are sharing a part of themselves, a part of their power, but before you ask it won't be complete unless Spike returns and shares his blood with us."
 
Xander subsided, his excitement taken care of by Angel's explanation.  "Do you think Spike will come back?" he asked.
 
Angel shook his head, "faeries have very little reason to trust humans and very little reason to want to bind to them unless they are swapping changelings for babies."
 
"Babies?" Xander said.
 
"The stories about faeries stealing babies and leaving behind fakes are very real, or used to be," Angel said.
 
"So the tingling?"
 
"Should get less with time and distance," Angel answered, absently rubbing his own hand.
 
Xander noticed he was doing the same thing, "is your bite starting to itch?"
 
Angel nodded and got to his feet doing the sniffing thing Xander always found so disconcerting.  There was a light tapping on Angel's door.  Cautiously Angel got up to open it careful to not expose his, or Xander's, body to whatever was outside.
 
Xander put the table between himself and the door just in case.
 
As the door swung open Xander could see a figure standing there wearing a long black coat collar pulled high around its head.  It stood completely still until Angel spoke.  "Come in Spike," Angel said much to Xander's surprise.
 
The figure moved inside quickly pulling the collar down to reveal the silver hair and fine features Xander had memorised.
 
"Spike, you're big," Xander said.
 
Spike grinned shyly at Xander, "not really, just bigger,' he said.
 
"Where are your wings?" Xander said.
 
Spike shrugged the jacket off to reveal his wings folded close to his body.  He shook his shoulders and the wings unfurled.
 
"Wow," Xander said.
 
Spike blushed at Xander's admiration turning a very attractive forest green.
 
"How are you feeling?" Angel asked.
 
"All healed thank you," Spike said, "I came to apologise for leaving without saying goodbye."
 
"That's alright," Angel said, "we understand."
 
"We do?" Xander asked.
 
"I wanted to get back before I was missed," Spike said, "your blood was very good and I did not thank you properly for it."
 
"We were happy to help weren't we Xander," Angel said.
 
"Huh?" Xander pulled his attention from Spike's wings.
 
"We were happy to share blood with Spike," Angel repeated.
 
"Sure," Xander had suddenly noticed that Spike was completely naked and all his bits had grown to human size.  He blushed when he realised that Spike was aware of his interest.  The tingling had moved from his hand, up his arm and now seemed to be aiming directly at this groin.
 
Xander looked up at Angel helplessly not sure he wanted the dark vampire to know what he was feeling.  The flash of desire across Angel's face disappeared so quickly Xander was not sure it had been there.
 
There was a light laugh from Spike which drew the two sets of eyes back to the faerie.  There was a look of satisfaction on Spike's face that did not sit well with Xander's nerves.  The human suddenly felt like a snack on some supernatural menu.
 
"I wish to return the compliment," Spike said, "but I had to get permission from my aunt first."
 
Xander had spent enough time around Angel to recognise the tension in the big vampire at Spike's words.
 
"Your aunt," Angel said carefully.
 
Spike nodded, "My line traces to Mab and as such it is always a good idea to have her on side."
 
"And is she on side?" Angel asked.
 
"She remembers you Aurelian and with fondness luckily.  So I have come to ask you, will you both share with me?" Spike's voice dropped to a seductive tone Xander had not heard before, but it seemed to be directly linked to his groin.
 
"I don't know if Xander knows exactly what you are offering Spike," Angel said.
 
"You can explain it can't you?" Spike asked.
 
"Hey," Xander said, "I am still here you know."
 
"Very much so."  Spike stepped up to Xander and placed one hand on the human's chest.
 
Spike looked over at Angel.  "He's his own man," Angel said in answer to the look, "it is his own decision."
 
"I want to share with you Xander and with Angel," Spike said.
 
"Share?" Xander swallowed nervously, "share what?"
 
"Blood, bodies, warmth," Spike smiled at Xander's nervousness.
 
Spike stretched up and kissed Xander.  Just a quick brush of lips to signal intent without scaring the boy off.  Xander seemed to sway into the kiss almost falling off balance when Spike pulled back.
 
"Umm," Xander seemed somewhat at a loss.
 
Angel stepped in and took both faerie and human by the hand and led them into his Spartan bedroom, grateful at the least that the room was spacious enough for three especially when one came with wings.
 
Since Spike was already naked Angel stripped his own clothes off hoping to ease Xander's worries, but the wide eyed look he got suggested he had only managed to spook the boy.
 
Xander was suddenly surrounded with more naked male flesh than he had experienced since his swim team days.  He couldn't bring his eyes down past Angel's broad chest.
 
Spike's hands were back on Xander's chest carefully unbuttoning his shirt.  Angel stepped behind Xander and slid the shirt slowly off the unresisting shoulders.
 
"Say stop if you don't want this," Angel whispered into Xander's ear.  Xander shuddered but made no effort to speak.  He did let out a small gasp when Spike's fingers trailed down his chest to rest just about his waist.
 
Angel lifted Xander's limp arms up to lie across Spike's shoulders allowing the faerie to pull the boy closer.  Angel followed and pressed his body against Xander soaking up the warmth.
 
Xander was too lost in the sensation of Spike's mouth suckling on one convenient nipple to pay attention to the hardness that pushed against his buttocks.
 
Spike's wings stretched out and curled around to caress Angel's back wrapping all three in a soft world of greens and blues.
 
Xander had let his head fall back onto Angel's shoulder content to ride on the sensations his body was feeling and not think about his actions.  In his deepest fantasies he had thought about Angel's touch without bringing it to conscious mind, and ever since receiving Spike's bite he had found he was longing for more without knowing what more was.  Now he knew and wanted to experience it all.
 
Somehow Xander's pants were pooling on the ground and Spike's hands were caressing the sides of his dick which already knew what it wanted and hardened at the touch.
 
Blue eyes met chocolate ones and the two supernatural beings circled the pliant human so that Spike was behind Xander exploring the soft skin there and Angel's hand was wrapped around the boy's eager cock.
 
Spike's wings trailed across Xander's shoulders and playfully teased Angel's thighs darkening the brown eyes to almost black with desire.
 
They turned again but this time it was Spike between the two wings folded tight to his body.  Facing Xander Spike drew the boy back from the mist of sensation for another kiss, not so fleeting this time.
 
This time when Spike drew back from the kiss it was to turn his head and accept a similar one from Angel.
 
When all three were gasping with desire Spike stopped.  He lifted one hand to his own chest and with a finger that now appeared almost like a talon he drew a line of blood just above one nipple.
 
"Share with me," the faerie said to the human.  Xander hesitated for a moment unsure if he could drink Spike's blood.
 
"It will be alright," Angel said and Xander believed him.  He bent his head and tentatively licked along the ribbon of blood.  The blood tingled like the first bite reminding Xander of eating sherbet at the beach when he was a little boy.
 
As Xander took blood from Spike's chest the faerie tipped his head to grant Angel access to his neck.
 
Seeing Xander's eyes were closed Angel slipped into demon form and bit deep into the offered flesh.  He had drunk faerie blood before but not while it sung with the combination of his own and Xander's blood charged with the sexual desire between them.
 
Xander opened his eyes in time to see Angel's face morph back into human eyes still glowing golden.  Spike's eyes were a maelstrom of blue and green like a waterfall in the forest.  Rather than being weakened by the blood loss Spike appeared to be strengthened by the sharing.
 
Xander could feel a buzzing in his body that stood the hairs on his arms on end and threatened to fell him at the knees.  Only Spike's surprisingly strong grip help him up until Angel lifted them both up and placed them on the bed.
 
Spike pushed Xander down onto his back and straddled him to continue the previous assault on the boy's nipples and chest before turning his attention to the cock bouncing against Xander's belly.
 
"Shit," Xander said as the warm mouth sucked the head of his cock.  Spike looked up at him through moss green eyelashes and Xander nearly climaxed just from the heat he saw reflected there.
 
Spike sucked the head of Xander's cock a few more times and then lifted up taking the shaft in one hand.  Looking over his shoulder Spike grinned at Angel and waggled his behind suggestively.
 
Angel had been enjoying the sight of the green faerie feasting on Xander's hard shaft but he needed no second invitation and knelt behind Spike.
 
Spike turned his attention back to the writhing boy, licking and suckling his way down the warm cock.  He was sucking one soft round ball into his mouth when he felt Angel's hands part his buttocks and a tongue licked along his cleft to toy with the entrance there.
 
Spike pushed back against the tongue while sucking on as much of Xander's cock as he could take.
 
Angel pushed his tongue inside Spike, the faerie smelt and tasted of grass and honey.  His muscles tightened around Angel's tongue giving the vampire a hint of what was to come.  Aware that he had no lube in the apartment Angel slicked Spike's passage with as much saliva as he could.  His own dick was leaking pre-cum and he used it to slick up his shaft.
 
Spike moaned around Xander's cock as Angel withdrew his tongue and replaced it with two fingers to stretch the fae further before bringing his cock into play.
 
The moan tightened Xander's balls and he knew he was not far from cumming.  When he opened his eyes and took in the dual sights of Spike's mouth wrapped wide around his cock and Angel poised to push a large erection into Spike it was all it took to send Xander crashing over the edge into a body shattering orgasm.
 
Spike swallowed the boy's release with enthusiasm and, unwilling to wait for Angel to move, pushed back to impale himself on Angel's cock.
 
Angel gripped the slender hips hard and finished off the thrust to imbed his shaft right up to the balls.  Spike was warm and tight and welcomed Angel's long firm strokes.
 
Xander struggled up onto his elbows to watch as the big vampire attempted to split the smaller faerie in two.  Spike's wings were spread flat and shook with every thrust.  Xander reached out a hand to stroke the soft mossy ridges where the wings pushed out of flesh.  Spike shuddered at the contact and Xander knew it was a good spot to play with.
 
Angel knew how sensitive faerie wings were and sped up his movements wanting to reach climax with Spike.  He reached around the slim hips and stroked the long cock.
 
A high pitched keening filled the room as Spike rode out his orgasm spurting his cum over Angel's hand.  Angel thrust once more and his own release spilled into Spike.
 
Angel let his head fall to rest on the soft wings panting softly.  He lifted his head to look Xander in the eyes ensuring the boy's attention before he lifted his cum coated fingers up and licked some of Spike's release off.  Stretching his arm out Angel offered Xander some of the sweet smelling juice.
 
Tentatively Xander licked Angel's thumb clean feeling the same tingling as when he had tasted Spike's blood.
 
"Blood, warmth and cum," Spike said sleepily.
 
"I hope none of us regret this later," Angel said quietly as he slipped free of Spike's warmth and gathered the slight form into his arms.
 
Angel rolled over and placed Spike on top of his body then pulled the boneless Xander in under the blanket of faerie and wings.  Angel kissed Xander as gently as he had kissed Spike.  It felt perfect to lie with the faerie and human in his bed.
 
Xander could still feel Spike's blood in him and could still taste the strange salty sweetness of the faeries cum on his lips.  He was very aware of how comfortable it felt to have Angel's arm around him and Spike's tongue lazily lapping at the skin on his chest.
 
Spike regretted that he could not stay beyond the morning but knew the binding between the three was made for eternity.  He would look forward to the day he could return and remake the bindings.  He would not slip away in the morning but say his goodbyes properly with tongue and teeth.
 
He was grateful that the vampire would be able to explain to Xander why the human's aging had slowed.  When he was fully grown he would be able to return to reclaim both his vampire and human and present them to court.  He had fibbed just a little to them when he mentioned his aunt but hadn't thought it was the time to tell them he was heir to the throne of Light and would one day lead the fey with his chosen consorts at his side.
 
How they and the Court would react to his choice was something to worry about another day.