Teamwork
 
Author: Lilithangel
 
Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz
 
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint
 
Fandom: AtS
 
Characters: Spike/Angel, Wesley
 
Genre: slash
 
Warning/Rating: NC17 for sex between males and descriptions of injuries.
 
Summary: For Val who gave me lots of James yumminess.  Angel, Spike and Wesley get injured and trapped in the sewers.  Blood calls to blood and naughtiness occurs.
 
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"This is your fault," Angel hissed at Spike as they backed down the passage.
 
"I'm not the one who fucked up the negotiations with the Bel kooks clan," Spike retaliated.
 
"Belrooks," Angel said, "And you were the one who insulted the daughter of the chief."
 
"How was I to know it was female?  It was bloody hideous and kept winking at me.  I could carry him you know," he added.
 
"We're fine," Angel insisted as he adjusted his grip on the unconscious Wesley.
 
"Shouldn't have let him come along in the first place," Spike said under his breath as they dodged through the sewers to avoid the troop of Belrook soldiers hunting them.
 
"It's not like I had a lot of choice," Angel said.
 
Things had started badly when Angel found out they had to meet in the sewers due to the Belrook's refusal to come above ground.  Then Spike had tagged along making Angel even grumpier.  Wesley had given up trying to stop the two vampires arguing, and tried simply to drill a few details into them before they got to the meeting place.
 
Unfortunately the Belrook leader had taken offence to the arguing vampires.  Wesley had managed to calm the situation until Angel offered his hand to the leader which was instantly seen as a threat until Angel apologised profusely.  Possibly more profusely than he realised after Wesley translated his words.
 
While this was going on one of what Spike thought were the bodyguards sidled over to the blond and started to make overtures.  Spike's extreme repulsing led to the discovery that this was the leader's daughter.
 
Things went rapidly down hill from there and resulted in Wesley taking a sword blow to the thigh narrowly missing the main artery.  Spike had instantly gone to stand over the fallen human while Angel cleared them a path to the exit in the confusion.
 
"I am still here," Wesley said weakly over the continuing argument, "and perfectly capable of handling myself in a fight."
 
"Of course you are Wes," Spike replied.
 
"But we take damage better," Angel added, "and you should have never been injured."
 
"It appears I am not the only one," Wesley said as he felt a stickiness on Angel's back.
 
"It's nothing," Angel said, "I'll be fine before we even get back to the office."
 
Spike had moved to check the tunnel ahead and shushed them both.  The two vampires cocked their heads to listen and without having to say anything they took the right hand tunnel away from whatever it was they could hear.
 
"So you're bloody injured and still insisting on carrying Wes," Spike said as they moved along faster.
 
"It makes more sense for you to take point and defend us both," Angel said.
 
"Since when have you ever thought it made more sense for me to do anything?" Spike snorted.
 
"I wasn't going to risk you dropping Wes because you were over excited."
 
"Were probably hoping I took one in the chest from one of those fireballs the Bedrocks were tossing."
 
"Belrooks," Angel corrected Spike, "at least then you would have been doing something useful."
 
"Angel, Spike..." Wesley tried to interrupt the increasingly loud disagreement.
 
"You would be a bigger target than me anyway.  They wouldn't have been able to miss that caveman brow of yours."
 
"Spike," Wesley tried again.
 
"And that hair of yours is probably acting like a beacon for the soldiers."
 
"Angel..."  There was a whistling noise barely heard over the bickering.  "Will you be quiet?" Wesley practically had to yell.
 
Both vampires subsided in time to hear the whistling and smell the fireball hurtling down the tunnel.  Angel pulled Spike into a small alcove opposite with Wesley and threw himself in front of the opening as the fireball hurtled past and exploded against the far wall.
 
"That was too close," Angel said stepping back.
 
"You could have been more careful with the pulling," Spike complained pushing past him.
 
"I am just grateful to not be crispy," Wesley interrupted.
 
There was an ominous shifting noise and they turned in time to see a large crack appear above the impact site.  It shot up the wall and across the ceiling as they watched.  The shifting noise was joined by deep creaking and an ominous rumbling beneath their feet.
 
"Bloody hell," Spike said and shoved Angel and Wesley back towards the alcove just as the whole of the ceiling crashed down around them.
 
When the thundering noise finally stopped and the dust began to settle there was nothing to be seen but piles of rubble.
 
Slowly there was a shifting of concrete against one wall and a grey covered Angel pushed his way out.  Once he determined that there was space and no danger he turned around and helped Wesley hop out of the alcove.  Both bore cuts and scrapes from the falling debris and Wesley was rubbing the back of his head slightly.
 
"What the hell happened?" Angel asked.
 
"It appears that the fireball hit a weakened portion of the tunnel and the impact brought the ceiling down on us possibly even triggering an earthquake.  Talking about us, can you see Spike?" Wesley asked.
 
Angel scanned the area a small amount of concern starting to show when Spike was not immediately evident.  Finally he focused on a large mound of concrete.  "I think he's under there," Angel said starting to pull aside the larger blocks.
 
Wesley limped over to assist but started to sway weakly.  Angel leapt to catch him and laid him gently onto the ground.  "You took a blow to the head in there," Angel said, "just sit still and I will find Spike."
 
Angel continued to dig down casting the occasional concerned look at the pale human.  Finally he saw a scrap of black leather and renewed his digging.  Finally he exposed Spike's head and body.
 
"Is he alright?" Wesley asked.
 
"I'm not sure, but he's not dust so he should be fine." Angel pulled some more debris away and hissed with displeasure.  A metal bar had impaled Spike through the side and a lump of concrete had pulverised one arm.
 
"What's wrong?" Wesley stood and limped over to Angel.
 
"Spike took some bad blows in the collapse," Angel said.  Wesley gasped in sympathy at Spike's injuries.  "I will take the bar out but the arm will need attention."
 
"There isn't a lot of blood," Wesley noted, "I would have thought there would have been more."
 
"Vampires don't bleed out like humans do." Angel wrenched the bar out of Spike's side glad that the blond was unconscious.  Remembering Wesley's injuries Angel turned to the human and frowned.  "You should be sitting down yourself, you are bleeding."
 
Wesley looked down at his blood soaked trousers, "Spike needs your assistance more than I do."
 
"No he doesn't, he's a vampire.  Take your pants off and sit down," Angel said firmly.  "So I can stop the bleeding," he added at the look on Wesley's face.
 
Blushing, Wesley complied revealing the angry red sword wound and a pair of love heart decorated boxer shorts.  Angel carefully ignored the boxers and concentrated on tearing up the ruined pants for bandages.  Folding up a pad of the cleanest portion Angel bound it tight against Wesley's wound.  He had been keeping a close eye on Wesley so was able to catch the human before he hit the ground in a dead faint.
 
Angel hated what he was about to do but he needed his strength and he wanted to do it without anyone seeing him.  Laying Wesley carefully down Angel removed his jacket and used it as a pillow for the unconscious man then he quickly licked all the blood up that smeared Wesley's thigh.  It wasn't as good as fresh but Angel knew he would need it.
 
Then he turned his attention to Spike.  The hole in Spike's side was already beginning to close so Angel concentrated on the shattered arm and hand.  He settled on binding the arm as tight at he could and putting the fingers as straight as possible before binding them up.  Despite Wesley thinking there wasn't much blood Angel knew that Spike had lost a lot and he knew that they all needed medical attention.
 
Angel stood up and steadied himself as his own blood loss became apparent.  Ignoring this Angel started to search the area to establish how they were going to get out.
 
Everything hurt when Spike came around.  It was dark and dusty and he coughed weakly to try and shift the dust in his throat.  He felt someone move closer to him and, when his eyes focused, he found Angel kneeling beside him.
 
"What the hell happened?" Spike asked.
 
"Fireball, earthquake, tunnel collapse," Angel said.
 
Spike rolled his eyes at Angel's brevity and then winced with pain.  "Where's Wes?" he asked in concern.
 
"Just over there," Angel said, "he hit his head and is still out."
 
"We need to get him to a hospital," Spike attempted to sit up but the pain lancing through his arm brought him to a stop.
 
"We can't go anywhere just yet," Angel said, irrationally irritated by Spike's concern for Wes.  "The exits are blocked by debris and you're injured."
 
Spike looked at his arm and grimaced, "so now what?"
 
Angel sighed heavily, "now you feed off me and then when you have healed a bit we can try and get out of here and get Wes to a hospital."
 
Spike looked at Angel in shock, "you have got to be joking," he said.
 
"No I'm not," Angel said through gritted teeth, "you lost a lot of blood when the ceiling fell on you, you won't heal without it."
 
Spike shifted painfully on the ground.  He knew Angel was right but he also knew the risks involved in feeding from Angel and he wasn't at all sure he wanted to go there.
 
"Look, we are all injured and Wesley could die down here before rescue arrived even if they are even looking for us," Angel said, "this is the fastest way to get out of here.  I don't like it any more than you do, but this is for Wes."
 
Spike sighed and nodded his agreement.  Carefully Angel helped him sit up and they stared at each other.
 
"Right." Angel rolled his sleeve up and presented his arm to Spike.
 
"Right." Spike gingerly took Angel's arm and slipped into game face.  Watching Angel carefully to be certain it wasn't a trick Spike bit down into Angel's arm.  The rush from Angel's blood was instant and as intoxicating as Spike remembered.
 
Looking up he could see that Angel had gone into game face too and that served to send Spike's arousal up a notch.  He could feel the bones in his hand begin to knit together and the pain started to ease enough that he couldn't deny the erection he had any longer.
 
Spike tried to pull away from Angel's arm but the larger vampire simply growled and lifted him up so he was now straddling Angel's lap.  The movement did remove Angel's arm from Spike's fangs, but as he watched Angel sucked the wound closed and tilted his head to give Spike access.
 
Spike couldn't have stopped his next action if he wanted to, and he really didn't want to.  Using his good arm Spike clung on to Angel and sunk his fangs in.
 
Angel groaned as Spike's fangs sank into his neck and he felt the blood being pulled out.  He could feel Spike's cock hard and demanding against his hip while his own prodded Spike with equal enthusiasm.  This was why they had avoided feeding in the past, the intense physical reactions of their demons made it hard to think of anything else.
 
Spike's hand stroked down Angel's back and stopped when he felt the stickiness there.  He pulled his fangs free, "why didn't you tell me you were wounded you pillock?"
 
Angel groaned at the loss of Spike's fangs, "I thought you knew."
 
"If I knew I wouldn't have taken so much.  What use is me being stronger if you are as weak as a kitten you twit?"
 
"I'll be fine," Angel said only to be faced with Spike's torn throat at his mouth.
 
"Take some back and don't waste it," Spike said.
 
There was no way Angel could resist the lure of Spike's blood given the situation.  He latched on and sucked deeply.  Spike started grinding against him in time with his swallows.
 
Angel pulled his fangs free and before Spike could move or say anything he crushed his lips into Spike's.
 
Spike responded by plunging his tongue into Angel's mouth and pressing his crotch harder into Angel's rocking slightly to increase the friction.  Angel pulled Spike's jacket down off his shoulders pinning his arms while he placed his lips back over the wound and licked some of the remaining blood off.
 
Spike groaned and as soon as Angel released his arms he shrugged off his jacket completely and went to work on Angel's shirt, tearing it open and running his hands over the exposed skin.  Angel continued his assault on Spike's throat running his tongue across the dip under the Adams apple and then kissing up to the sensitive skin behind the ear.
 
Both were still in game face and fangs occasionally scraped across skin and opened shallow cuts that only inflamed them more.  Spike fumbled one handed with Angel's belt only to be lifted up and laid out on the ground.
 
Angel knelt above Spike and stripped off his own shirt and struggled out of his pants before pulling down Spike's helpfully undone jeans.  Pressing their lower bodies together Angel leant down to kiss Spike again this time letting his human face show.
 
Spike responded in kind ignoring the pain to use both hands to hold Angel in place as he explored Angel's mouth.  Spike spread his legs and hooked them over Angel's waist rocking their cocks together.
 
"Want to fuck you," Angel said.
 
"You got anything?" Spike asked roughly.
 
Angel looked blank for a moment and then shook his head, "blood?" he suggested.  Spike just looked at him in disgust and Angel had the grace to look embarrassed.
 
"If you want me to scream."
 
"No," Angel said, "had enough pain."  With a shrug he started to grind against Spike's cock.  His mouth latched onto one of the wounds still oozing on Spike's neck and he nearly came on the spot when Spike followed suit.
 
Soon the small space was filled with growls and harsh panting that smothered a soft gasp from the waking human.  Angel knelt up and balanced on one hand so he could wrap the other around both their cocks.  Spike had complained softly when he lost touch with Angel's lips but he soon added his own hand to the mix.
 
Brown eyes fixed on blue, the two hands stroked and squeezed determined to find release.  Spike's eyes closed briefly and the opened to reveal the ecstasy there as he coated both their hands with his cum.  Angel kissed Spike hungrily and mingled his own seed with Spike's.
 
"Oh..." Wesley's voice broke the moment of peace between the vampires, "I think I must be concussed."
 
"Shit," Angel scrambled off Spike and the blond fumbled his jeans back on.
 
"Take it easy Wes." Spike slid over to Wesley's side while Angel was still struggling with his pants.
 
"Did I just watch you and Angel get each other off?"
 
"Yeah but it was just..." Angel said.
 
"Just what?" Spike glared at Angel.
 
"Why didn't either of you think to invite me?" Wesley asked.
 
Two shocked gazes turned on Wesley.  "You're concussed," Angel said.
 
"You didn't ask what I think you asked." Spike said.
 
"I am quite possibly concussed but I am quite serious," Wesley replied, "the two of you have been scrapping over me for weeks now.  I may not be the most observant person when it comes to emotions but even I noticed when I became the new bone in your dog fight."
 
"What are you talking about, Wes?" Angel asked.
 
"You're not a bone between us," Spike said quicker on the uptake than Angel.  "You're a attractive man that I fancied from the beginning."
 
Wesley snorted weakly.
 
"I didn't think you would be interested," Angel said.
 
"So you thought you would have a bit of Spike while I was unconscious?" Wesley raised an eyebrow.
 
"Annoyed that we didn't wait for you to wake up?" Spike asked.  "Don't try and look so innocent, we're vampires you can't hide your arousal from us."
 
Angel looked at Spike in shock and then looked at Wesley carefully.
 
"Our Wes liked what he saw," Spike said with a grin.
 
"Did you Wes, did you like what you saw?" Angel knelt beside Spike.
 
Before Wesley answered there was a collapse of rocks behind them and a voice called out.
 
"We have them Mr Gunn."
 
Lights filled the space as more debris tumbled to the ground and two of the special ops team crawled through.
 
In a matter of minutes the space was cleared and full of people checking on all three.  Wesley was being strapped onto a stretcher and the two vampires were being handed blood.
 
Just before Wesley was carried out he looked back. "Angel, Spike yes I did like it," he said.
 
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