Title: Wanting Him Part Four
 
Author: Lilithangel
 
Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz
 
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint
 
Fandom: BtVS/AtS
 
Genre: smut
 
Characters: Spike/Angel/Xander
 
Rating/Warnings: contains boy on boy sex.
 
Summary: Set between BtVS Season 5 and 6 and AtS Season 2, they don't bring Buffy back but Angel finds out that Spike is still helping the Scoobies and wants to know why.  Xander is developing feelings for Spike and Angel doesn't like that.
 
What's a lonely heterosexual (mostly) vampire to do?
 
Angel is Spike's sire in this one, just for a change.

 
Part Four – seduction.
 
* * * * *
 
Giles
 
To Giles' annoyance Spike spent the entire night and following day hiding out in his apartment.
 
The blond had appeared at his doorway ranting about lunatic brunets and had practically begged Giles for asylum.  Giles was cursing his lapse of sanity in agreeing within hours of the blond taking up residence on his couch.
 
He was tempted to call both Xander and Angel to come over to sort the situation out but the thought of all three in his space was too much to bear.
 
* * * * *
 
Angel
 
After settling matters with Xander Angel retreated to the mansion to prepare for the coming seduction.  He wanted there to be no reminders of the time Spike had spent trapped in a wheelchair there.  He chose a suite of rooms nobody had used and began to work off some excess energy cleaning them from top to bottom.
 
A flurry of phone calls had delivered a new bed and furniture, cleaned the chimney and dropped off food and drink.  Unconcerned about his own comfort Angel put a lot of thought into what Spike would like what Spike would enjoy.
 
Then he settled down to wait for sunset and the game to begin.  Sitting in a comfortable wing chair Angel mused on Xander and Spike.  He had just about come to terms with his attraction to Spike, an attraction that could stir his cock even as he thought about it.  Xander was more complicated; the boy was good looking and had tasted good when Angel had kissed him. 
 
However Angel's comment to Xander about being food held true for him as well as Spike.  It was the other part of why he tried to keep a distance from his human colleagues.  His guilt over past actions meant he did not feel deserving of their friendship and his demon did not want to make friends with his food even if he had chosen not to feed off them.
 
So kissing Xander had an added illicit pleasure to it, as a human he had never been attracted to men as a vampire he hadn't really cared as it was all about feeding and dominance.  So both the human and the vampire were turned on by the deviance of the act. 
 
Like all vampires Angel was attracted to the warmth of humans and being close enough to feel the pulsing of blood under the skin.  His soul made him regret the desire to sink his teeth into the exposed throat but did not seem to mind the idea of sinking his cock into the willing body.
 
This led his thoughts back to Spike and Angel entertained himself with visions of Spike thrusting into Xander's writhing body, Xander's warm wet mouth wrapped around his own throbbing cock and finally a confused mixture of images of impaling and being impaled had Angel shooting without even touching his cock.
 
Xander
 
Xander spent the day trying not to think about what he and Angel were planning.  His overactive hormones were very excited about the possibility of sex of any sort but his brain wasn't so sure.
 
He had hated Spike since his arrival and Angel for even longer.  The change in his feelings for Spike had been so gradual he hadn't noticed at first and had been shocked when he woke up from his first erotic dream involving the Bleached Wonder.
 
Now he doubted his feelings towards Angel as well, especially after the kiss.  He had accepted that he was Bisexual far easier than he could accept being attracted to two vampires.
 
Finally giving up his attempts to not think about it Xander sat down to try and sort his feelings out.
 
His hatred of vampires was easy to understand; they were evil bloodsuckers and had taken his best friend from him.  He knew now that his feelings for Jessie had not just been as friends as the vampire Jessie had picked up on that.  If Jessie hadn't been pushed onto his stake he had no idea what he would have done.
 
His jealousy of Angel was harder to accept, as he had to admit to himself that he never had a chance with Buffy.  In light of further evidence Xander had to wonder if he had been as jealous of Buffy as Angel but that was somewhere he was not willing to go yet.
 
So he was attracted to men and one male vampire in particular.  If he wanted said vampire without entering into a competition he didn't think he stood a chance of winning he had to consider another male vampire in the equation.
 
And according to that vampire he was going to be the bottom in any relationship they forged.  Was he ready for that?  Xander was not sure although parts of his anatomy twitched at the idea.
 
He had played at bit 'down there' and knew it was sensitive and could feel good to be penetrated.  But a cock was a whole different story to the small butt plug he had bought off the Internet.  He had a larger one but had never attempted to use it.
 
That thought led Xander to another far more embarrassing one.  He had purchased several things online when he had begun experimenting including an enema kit.  If he was serious about what was going to happen he would have to use it.
 
Xander blushed hard at the thought of using the kit even though he was alone but assuming that vampires didn't have to worry about such things Xander was determined not to turn Spike off from the beginning.
 
And perhaps he should attempt the larger dildo too just to stretch himself for what was to come.
 
Xander's cock was hard and leaking pre-cum from his thoughts and the accompanying visuals, which seemed to go straight to his aching balls.  Determined to stop thinking and be a man of action Xander went to his hidden stash and got out everything he would need.  Then he locked the door and took the phone off the hook and sat down to read the instructions.
 
Giles
 
When he got the phone call from a slightly strained sounding Xander Giles jumped at the chance to get his privacy back and agreed to assist in getting Spike to the mansion when the sun set.
 
He had an idea that Xander and Angel were planning something but refused to consider what it might be until he was alone in his apartment.
 
"Spike, we are going to have a meeting I want you to find Angel and bring him along," Giles told the irritating blond, "if he is going to hang around he might as well make himself useful."
 
"Can't you just call him or something?" Spike tried to avoid the situation.
 
"He is useless at answering his phone and quite frankly I don't care about whatever issues you have with him, you are getting under my feet and I want you out of here," Giles replied with annoyance.
 
"Fine," Spike huffed, "you aren't paying me anywhere near bloody enough for this."
 
"I'm not paying you at all," Giles retaliated, "it is not my fault if you are afraid of your sire."
 
Spike leapt up from the couch, "I am not afraid of anything let alone Captain Lard arse," he said indignantly.
 
"Of course not," Giles hid his smirk from the irritated vampire, "that's why you're hiding out in my apartment from Angel and one human boy."
 
Spike glared at Giles knowing he was hiding a smirk but unwilling to risk losing his one bolthole, "fine, I'll go and get the big pounce," he grumbled and stalked out the door.
 
Giles sighed with relief as silence filled the room again and headed for the phone.  First he would let Angel know Spike was on his way and then he was going to call the girls and make sure nobody bothered him for the rest of the evening.  He had a date with a favourite movie and some lube.
 
Spike
 
He grumbled to himself all the way to the mansion and smoked several cigarettes before he stomped up the steps to the front door.  He hated everything about the building all his memories were bad and not likely to get any better in his opinion.
 
To his surprise Xander opened the door before he could knock, "you haven't dusted the prat have you?" he asked half seriously.
 
"No," Xander smelt nervous and clean, "we just figured it was better to get stuff out into the open with you and talk."
 
"Talk?" Spike raised an eyebrow and pushed past the blushing boy, "where is his almighty poofiness?"
 
"Ah... upstairs," Xander stepped past Spike and led the way.
 
The boy was fidgeting and making Spike nervous so he kicked up the arrogance to conceal it.
 
"Giles said there's a meeting," Spike stated walking into the room Xander indicated.  He stopped to take in his surroundings; Angel was seated in a wing back chair in front of a roaring fire.  It would have reminded Spike of days past except that the rest of the room was dominated by a large sofa in front of a big screen television, and a low coffee table covered with an array of food and drink.
 
Angel sat upright expectantly when Spike entered.
 
"About that," Xander shut the door behind them and locked it; "we actually lied about a meeting to get you here."
 
"Right," Spike turned to leave the room only to be confronted by a nervous but determined Xander, "get out of my way," Spike growled.
 
"No," Xander shook his head, "you have been avoiding us and we need to talk."
 
"You might need to talk but I need to leave," Spike advanced on Xander.
 
"Cut it out Spike," Angel ordered, "sit down and let's talk."
 
"Fine," Spike matched stares with Angel and then gave in and threw himself down on the sofa, "talk."
 
Xander sat at the other end of the sofa and looked at Angel expectantly.
 
"Would you like something to eat or drink?" Angel asked Spike who stared at him suspiciously.  The table was covered with all sorts of delicacies that Spike enjoyed and looked like they had been picked with him in mind.
 
Xander reached over and snagged a buffalo wing and popped it into his mouth, "we got your favourite beer and there is blood in the carafe if you want it," he said encouragingly.
 
Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth Spike helped himself to a variety of food and drink. 
 
"You didn't take any blood," Angel noted with a frown of disapproval.
 
"Had some before I got here," Spike replied.
 
"I don't believe you," Angel stared hard, "you are still way too thin."
 
"This is what you dragged me over for," Spike demanded, "to criticise my figure?"
 
"No but I can tell something is wrong and it is important," Angel pressed.
 
"Haven't felt like it," Spike dismissed Angel's concern.
 
"Why not?" Angel turned to Xander, "how much have you seen Spike drink?"
 
"He always has a mug at the meetings," Xander looked at Spike with concern.
 
"It hasn't felt right okay," Spike burst out in frustration, "not after everything..."
 
Understanding began to dawn in Xander's eyes, "survivor guilt," he said with authority, "Giles talked to us about it after... after Glory and everything.  It doesn't feel right that we survived so we punish ourselves," Xander explained, "Giles was going to exile himself to England for failing, Dawny started shoplifting, Willow and her magic and Spike, if you hadn't had been there I would have been a demon snack."
 
"Why didn't Giles or any of you say anything?" Angel wanted to know.
 
Xander blushed with shame; "we never thought it would affect Spike like that, we never thought..." he trailed off in misery at Angel's glare.
 
"Lay off him Angel," Spike growled, "not his fault, mine.  I was the one who should have got to Dawn and got her out of there before..."
 
"When Willow told me what happened I hated myself," Angel confessed, "for not being there but it wouldn't have changed anything.  She would have done it anyway, nobody could have stopped her."
 
A lot of Spike's behaviour made sense to Angel now and it only added to the guilt he was becoming used to feeling around his childe.  It was a little unsettling.  As Angelus he had felt no guilt, when he got his soul back his guilt had been for his victims.  Even though William had been one of them he had never considered him that way. 
 
Now he felt guilty that he had thought so little of his childe and only considered him an enemy.  But that was going to change.
 
"Whatever you think you should have done," Angel lectured the angry blond, "you have to feed.  You cannot protect anyone if you are weakened," Angel played on Spike's strong protective streak.  He placed the carafe in front of the vampire.
 
"You have to feed," Xander put in anxiously, "I... we cant lose you."  Xander was horrified they had all missed the signs that Spike was suffering as much as all of them from Buffy's death.  Spike always appeared so resilient it was easy to assume he didn't feel anything.
 
Spike wilted under the combined attack and poured a large mug of blood.  Angel watched him drink it and then filled it again and handed it back to his childe.
 
Spike rolled his eyes and drank it down as well then tucked into his selection of human food.
 
His enjoyment was tempered by the intense way Xander and Angel were watching him but he refused to be cowed by their games.
 
Replete from his meal Spike poured a large glass of scotch and settled back to wait for whatever it was that Angel and Xander wanted.
 
Angel got up and poured another drink but chose to sit on the sofa on the other side of Spike rather than the chair.
 
Unable to keep them both in sight Spike shifted uncomfortably.
 
"Was everything okay?" Xander asked him.
 
Spike nodded shortly and then jumped when Angel's hand brushed across his face.
 
"You had a little..." Angel showed Spike a smudge of barbeque sauce on his finger and then sucked the finger into his mouth.
 
Spike and Xander watched as Angel sucked his finger clean and Xander swallowed convulsively at the deliberate sensuality of the act.  He and Angel had kissed a bit waiting for Spike to arrive and Xander was well aware of the skill of that mouth and tongue.
 
Spike was amazed to see Angel show pleasure in taste in such a blatant way and felt strangely disturbed by it.
 
"You might be wondering about our recent behaviour," Angel started to explain.
 
"Too bloody right," Spike felt the need to reassert his personality, "right couple of prats you've been."  He was still twitchy from revealing his feelings about Buffy's death.
 
Xander flushed with embarrassment and Angel grinned self-consciously, "well Xander and I have realised that..." Angel found he was struggling to admit the situation to Spike without a better idea about how he would react.
 
Xander stepped in, "as you know for a while now I have been interested in..." he found it harder to admit under the direct blue gaze, "in men as well as women," he confessed quickly.
 
Spike raised an eyebrow and waited for the punch line, looking between Xander and Angel for answers.
 
"And well," Angel continued when it became apparent that Xander had subsided in a flurry of nerves, "when I came back to Sunnydale I found that... I might feel the same."
 
Spike looked from one to the other in confusion still not sure where the conversation was going.  Xander was blushing right down past his shirt line and Spike noticed that the boy was not wearing his usual appalling colours but a rather flattering dark blue button down shirt.  Angel was looking everywhere but at the two of them and Spike became aware of a higher than normal scent of arousal in the room.
 
Realisation dawned on Spike but he was still confused, "you two fancy each other," he declared, "what does that have to do with me?"
 
"No!" Xander exclaimed, "I mean yes but," helplessly he looked at Angel.
 
"Look it's fine by me, whatever rocks your boat," Spike interrupted still confused, "you don't need my blessing or anything do what you want," the revelation surprised Spike and he wasn't sure how he felt about it so he had another drink to cover his disquiet.
 
"It's you Spike," Angel said to try and clear things up, "we both want you."
 
"What?" Spike sputtered into his drink.  Xander leapt up and tried to pat Spike on the back, "get off," Spike flinched away, "what the bloody hell are you talking about?" Spike jumped up off the sofa and began to pace, "is this some sort of wind up, did you two think it would be funny to play with Spike's mind?" he demanded angrily.
 
"No!  Why would you think that?" Xander asked in a wounded tone.
 
"You two hate me," Spike declared, "You've never made any secret of the fact.  So I'm supposed to believe that suddenly you both fancy me?" he scoffed.
 
"Spike please," Xander tried again, "it didn't happen suddenly; it just kind of snuck up on me.  With all the time we've been spending together lately I realised that I liked you liked you, not just liked you," Xander's explanation was not helping Spike's understanding.
 
"And you," Spike turned on Angel, "what you just woke up one day and decided you liked me too?"
 
"When I realised that Xander was interested in you I... I got jealous," Angel confessed.
 
Spike stared at the two dumbfounded by the confession, still not able to process what was being said.  He was backed up against a wall defensively.
 
"Spike, please come and sit down and let us explain," Angel asked holding out his hand and moving carefully towards the skittish blond.
 
Spike shook away Angel's hand and stalked back to the sofa to pick up his drink again, "talk then," he demanded.
 
Angel and Xander took up station on either side of Spike again and looked at each other.  Neither had really thought about Spike's reaction to their revelations in how they would explain it and neither was sure how he would react to their other decision.
 
"You may be the evil undead," Xander attempted to explain his feelings, "but you have helped us, saved our lives countless times to the point that I do trust you to protect me in a fight.  You are funny and sarcastic and really attractive," Spike was getting a little antsy at Xander's words so he stopped and looked to Angel for support.
 
"You're tenacious and loyal," Angel added, "you never give up on what you want, I have always admired that and you are good looking, a person would have to be blind not to see that."
 
Spike stared at them both still suspicious of their motives and waiting for the second shoe to drop.  Both appeared to be sincere and Spike was aware of his own appeal but it still didn't make sense to him.
 
"So you what, want to fuck or something?" he managed to ask.
 
Xander flushed and Spike could smell his desire, Angel was harder to read but Spike recognised the widening of his pupils and flaring of his nostrils at the word 'fuck' as signs of arousal.
 
"We want a chance to explore our feelings and we want you to give the suggestion serious consideration," Angel explained to Spike's further confusion.
 
Xander's hand was inches from Spike's shoulder and Spike could feel the heat coming off his fingertips.  His mind was drawn back to the previous movie night when Xander had placed his arm over the sofa.  Had Xander been trying to get close to him then?
 
Spike finished off his drink and poured another when another thought intruded, "what suggestion?"
 
"Xander and I discussed things," Angel looked embarrassed, "and we hope you could decide that you fancy us or one of us."
 
"We would be happy if you did pick one of us," Xander continued, "but we decided we would share if that was what you wanted."
 
Under the force of Spike's incredulous look both Xander and Angel wilted with embarrassment.
 
"You're serious," Spike managed.
 
"Give us a chance to convince you," Xander said sincerely.
 
"To what, some sort of threesome fuck to get me out of your systems?" Spike figured that would make sense especially for Angel.
 
"We don't know," Angel confessed, "firstly to the idea of a relationship with another male, one of us," he hastened to add, "and maybe to both of us," he met Xander's gaze and Spike could see the heat between them.
 
"You've already been experimenting," Spike accused not sure why this upset him.
 
"Kinda, not really," Xander answered, "we just played around a bit is all."
 
Spike's eyes narrowed, "show me then," he said still convinced that this was some sort of elaborate plot to embarrass him in some way.
 
"What, now?" Xander squeaked.
 
"Yes, now," Spike smirked certain he had called their bluff.
 
Angel knew what Spike was trying to do and knew that this was a chance to show the blond they meant business.  He beckoned for Xander to lean forward.  Moving closer to Spike Angel leant in as well and met Xander right in front of Spike.
 
Xander was grateful he had kissed Angel before because he had a serious case of stage fright with Spike watching.
 
Spike watched stunned as Angel and Xander leant in front of him and kissed.  It was obvious they had done it before there was none of the fumbling or the missing of lips of a first kiss. 
 
Pinned in place Spike could only watch as they settled in with obvious enjoyment, Angel's hands had cupped Xander's face and his fingers were stroking down the line of the boy's jaw.  Xander's hands had got as far as Angel's arms where they gripped convulsively as if Xander was hanging onto Angel for dear life.
 
Spike shifted uncomfortably as the kiss continued and deepened showing no signs of letting up.  He cleared his throat but the two paid him no attention and he found himself growing annoyed.
 
"If you two want to be alone..." he said loudly ignoring the unexpected surge of interest he had felt at the display.
 
Reluctantly Angel broke the kiss and turned his head to look at Spike.  Xander was too embarrassed to look but his tension was obvious.
 
"We want to be with you," Angel answered, "but are willing to share each other if that gets us what we want."
 
Spike huffed and looked away trying not to show how pleased he was by Angel's words or how unsettled he was by the display.
 
Angel and Xander sat down again on either side of Spike but closer than they had been before.
 
"Do you believe us now?" Xander asked resisting the temptation to touch Spike.
 
"Believe you're both nuts yeah," Spike refused to answer.
 
"So what you just saw did nothing for you?" Angel pressed knowing full well that Spike was partially aroused.
 
"No... well..." Spike knew very well that Angel could smell his interest the same way he could smell the elder vampire, "it doesn't mean anything, been a while since I had any so it don't count," he denied.
 
Angel knew the blond vampire was prevaricating and reached up to touch his cheek.
 
Spike practically leapt into Xander's lap to avoid the contact and then bounced back again with a small squeak when he realised what he had done.
 
He looked at Xander's puppy dog eyes and Angel's soulful ones and sighed with annoyance, "You're not going to bloody give up are you?"
 
"Nope," Xander grinned unrepentant.
 
"Not this time," Angel confirmed.
 
"Okay but I need some time," Spike groaned internally at how much of a girl he sounded, "You sprung this on me pretty unexpected.  I want you both to promise you won't bother me until I give you my answer and that you will accept my answer as final," he glared at both of them.
 
Angel and Xander looked at each other and then nodded in agreement.
 
"Right," Spike jumped off the sofa, "thanks for the eats and the drink but I need to get got of here."
 
"Spike," Angel leapt to his feet, "these rooms, they're for you if you want them, there's a bedroom as well," he offered, "I did them up the way I thought you would like, there will be satellite installed tomorrow... just in case you wanted..." he tailed off in the face of Spike's incredulity and Xander's suspicion.
 
"Thanks for the offer but right now I need my own space," Spike couldn't bring himself to trust Angel's offer.
 
"Spike," Xander stopped him from leaving this time, "will you still be on for patrol?  It's our turn tomorrow night we promised the girls we would give them the night off.  Giles is going to watch Dawn."
 
Spike wilted under the hopeful gaze and nodded briefly then he left the room quickly.
 
"Well that went better than I expected," Xander confessed.
 
"Yeah," Angel agreed, "he could have ripped our heads off."
 
"Or laughed in our faces," Xander added.  Angel winced in agreement.
 
"So..." Angel looked at Xander.
 
"Yeah..." Xander shuffled his feet, "I should..."
 
"Me too..."
 
They looked at each other and then leapt into another passionate kiss.

 
TBC...

 
Next time: Spike thinks hard about the offer, Angel and Xander don't stick to the terms of the agreement and... well you'll see.