Sanguine Revival 22? (Spike/Wesley/Angel, Adults Only)

AUTHORS: Salustra and Cathelin
E-MAILS: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com ; Cathelin: cathelinn@yahoo.co.uk .
TITLE: Sanguine Revival 22/?
RATING: FRAO, Adults only,
PAIRING: This Chapter- Spike/Wesley/Angel
SUMMARY: This chapter:- Just a quiet day at the mansion.
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SPOILERS: Through Season 5 BtVS: Fool For Love, and Season 2 Ats: Darla.
WARNINGS: Slash. Mild D/s.
DISCLAIMER: We adore playing with the pretties, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us!
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 4832 words



Spike wanders downstairs in a blue silk robe he found in the closet. He'd prefer naked, but Angel would probably frown on that. He moves over and heats up a mug of blood, carrying it with him towards the library. He's figuring on settling into one of the overstuffed chairs there, maybe reading something.

It's early afternoon and Wesley has been absorbed in the library for hours, even forgetting lunch in the delight of exploring a library that he hasn't already explored before. He's sitting at the large mahogany desk, a pile of books at each elbow as he pores over a large obscure tome.

Spike chuckles. "Shoulda figured you'd be in here." He moves over and pulls down a slim volume of poetry, draping himself over a chair near the desk. The robe parts, the bare leg and hip making it perfectly obvious he is naked under the robe. Spike sips on the mug of blood and opens the book.

Nearly swallowing his tongue, Wesley blinks owlishly at him, his face flushing brightly at the sight of Spike in that chair. Spike looks up, feeling the eyes on him. "Sorry. Did I disturb you?" His lips quirk a bit, and he runs the tip of his tongue lightly over his lips.

"Er... n...no." Wesley stutters, dropping his eyes back to his book and shifting uncomfortably. "Not at all."

"Do you like poetry?" Spike asks, in a seeming non sequitur.

"Pardon?" Wesley raises his eyes again and stares at him in befuddlement.

"Do you like poetry? I write some...mostly dreadful. But this is Rilke. Beautiful, lyrical stuff. Shall I read you one?"

"Um... if you'd like?" Wesley's brain still hasn't quite caught up with the situation.

Spike turns blue eyes intensely on Wesley, reading the poem aloud in a voice full of promise and longing.

“I am, O Anxious One. Don't you hear my voice
surging forth with all my earthly feelings?
They yearn so high, that they have sprouted wings
and whitely fly in circles round your face.
My soul, dressed in silence, rises up
and stands alone before you: can't you see?
don't you know that my prayer is growing ripe
upon your vision as upon a tree?
If you are the dreamer, I am what you dream.
But when you want to wake, I am your wish,
and I grow strong with all magnificence
and turn myself into a star's vast silence
above the strange and distant city, Time."

Mesmerized by Spike's smooth, almost seductive voice, Wes barely hears the words themselves. He feels himself inexplicably reacting to Spike and his voice.

Once the recitation has finished, Wesley swallows roughly, then clears his throat before speaking, "Very nice."

"Ah, Watcher, you've spent too much time in dry old texts. That's all that it stirs in you?" Spike tilts his head as he looks at Wesley.

Flushing again, Wesley drops his eyes. "I'm afraid I've never been one who knows how to express himself very well." His mouth twists wryly, "I'm certainly no poet, nor anything near to it."

Spike sighs and drains the mug. "Shame. You certainly look like a poet. All slender slim muscle and golden skin, with those misty blue eyes that look like you're seeing things no one else sees."

"Oh...oh my." Wesley blinks in surprise at the compliment and blushes deeper. "You make me sound like..."

"Like....what?" Spike lets his eyes wander caressingly down Wes' body and back up to his eyes again.

Wesley coughs. “Like some sort of heartthrob," Wesley replies with quiet embarrassment.

"No one has told you anything like that before? Not even Angel?"

"N...no...why would he?"

Spike laughed softly. "Because you are precisely his type. Penn, myself, you...Slender, blondish-brown hair, blue eyes, English...glasses."

"B...but..."

"But?"

"But Angel...Angelus....I...I mean..."

"Yes?" Spike watches, letting Wes' mind twist through the connections.

Staring in wide eyed disbelief, Wesley asks quietly, "I...I am?"

"Yes." Spike's hair is in its morning tangle of soft curls, and he reaches into his pocket, pulling out an ancient battered case with glasses inside. He pulls on the spectacles and looks back at Wesley. "We could almost be brothers. Though it's not precisely a brotherly urge I have when I look at you."

Eyes widening even more at the sight of the blond haired vampire in spectacles, it takes Wesley a few seconds to register Spike's insinuation. When he does he starts to stutter with embarrassment, his cheeks flaming as he drops his eyes again.

"So what are *you* feeling, Wesley?"

"M...Me?" He squeaks.

"Yes. You."

"I uh I...I don't quite know what you mean?"

"What goes through your mind when you look at me?" Spike rises and slinks over towards the desk.

"My mind?" Wesley echoes, staring at him like... prey transfixed before a sleek predator.

"Yes. Your magnificent, keen mind, Watcher. Or is your blood engaged elsewhere at the moment?"

Mortified, Wesley squirms in his seat, unable to look away. Spike moves closer and kneels in front of Wesley, running hands over his thighs.

"W...what are you doing?" Wesley whispers.

"Touching you. You want me to stop?"

"I..." Wesley shivers, unsure as to what he wants. He knows he should stop this, but...

Spike leans closer and nuzzles on Wesley's thigh, then looks up again. "Well?"

"I...I..." Wesley stutters again. "I...no..."

Spike slides hands up under Wesley's loose shirt, stroking over his belly. Drawing in a deep breath, Wesley's stomach muscles twitch under the light touch. "You can touch me as well, if you like, you know." Spike pushes Wesley's shirt up and off. "Nice chest. I wouldn't have guessed, under those shirts you wear."

"I...er..." Wesley flushes and stutters a little more. "Thank you."

Spike touches his chest now, stroking with long fingertips, working towards the nipples. Wesley's eyes darken, his pupils dilating as his heart beat picks up. He brings shaking hands up to slide along Spike's arms to his shoulders. He can’t quite believe that this is happening.

A stray though flitters through his mind that his old friend Lydia would kill him to be where he is right now. Spike leans in to lick across Wesley's belly and teases around his bellybutton.

"Oh." Wesley gasps, his eyes fluttering closed. Spike stops long enough to untie the robe, sliding it off his body so he is naked. Wesley’s eyes flicker open and he whimpers as he takes in the sight of Spike's nakedness. "Oh dear lord."

"Like what you see?" Spike asks.

"Oh, oh yes." Wesley gasps, flushing.

"You can touch me if you like." Spike's fingers are working the zipper of Wes' trousers now.

"I...I can..." Wesley asks wide-eyed, looking half afraid and half like a child being given everything he could possible want for Christmas.

"You can," Spike affirms, and starts sliding down Wesley's trousers.

Scrubbing his face, Angel drags himself down the stairs to the lounge. He can't believe Darla, he really can't. After what happened at that hotel, he can't believe she's still tormenting him. But she is, as attested to by the hard-on that just won't go away, despite three rather messy orgasms.

"O...ok." Wesley breathes as he allows William to undress him.

Now Wesley is naked and Spike leans in to lick up the underside of his shaft. "Oh god!" Welsey whimpers, shuddering already.

Searching downstairs, Angel finds the lounge and kitchen empty. Rolling his eyes at himself, he finally remembers that the most likely place to find Wesley is in the library.

Spike's tongue flickers and teases along Wesley's shaft. Wesley's hands waver around above Spike's shoulders, he's too busy trying not to embarrass himself to know what to do with them.

Walking down to the short corridor to the library, Angel stops dead in the shadows just outside the doorway. His mouth drops open. This can't be happening, it just can't. He whimpers almost silently.

Spike stops teasing and engulfs the delicate head of Wesley’s cock.

Moaning at the feel of cool wetness around his cock, Wesley's hands drop heavily onto Spike's shoulders. Spike purrs softly as he starts taking in more and more.
Angel is still stood there staring, his mouth flapping open and shut.

"Oh god!" Wesley groans again. "Ohgodohgodohgod!" Spike's head starts bobbing, his hands stroking and teasing everywhere on Wesley's body.

Helplessly, Wesley parts his thighs without prompting, squirming a little in his seat. He seems utterly unaware of the fact that Angel, or indeed the slayer or one of her friends, could walk in at any moment. Spike lifts his mouth briefly. "You want something Wes? Like me inside you perhaps?"

"Oh god please." Wesley whimpers with a wanton shiver, too hazed to answer with anything but the truth. Angel's mouth snaps closed and he swallows roughly. Spike can't really be intending to...can he?

Spike stands and scoops Wesley up, carrying him to the plush and overstuffed couch. He sees a bottle of lotion nearby and squirts some on his fingers as an impromptu lube, starting to work fingers into Wesley. Wesley squeaks as he's lifted and moved, then squeaks again at the speed that he finds two fingers inside him.

"What are you doing?" Angel whispers.

"Anytime you don't like it, just say, Wesley. The chip won't let me hurt you, or force you." Spike is working his fingers in and out, stretching Wes, hitting his sweet spot every few thrusts.

"Whatever you say." Wesley moans, pushing against his fingers. Angel growls quietly at not getting a response.

This time Spike notices, and looks up with a grin. "I was about to bugger Wesley here."

It takes a moment for Wesley to realise that Spike wasn't talking to him. His eyes widen as he realises someone is there. "Oh god." He whimpers again, this time in dismay. Angel growls again and steps into the room. "And may I ask why?" Wesley goes pale as he sees Angel.

"Why else? I want it, he wants it."

"But..." Angel frowns. "But..." He can't help thinking that's it's fucking well not fair.

Spike's fingers haven't stopped moving. "But what? You wanna watch?"

Angel's mouth drops again and he splutters. Wesley's face burns as he turns bright red with shocked embarrassment.

Spike chuckles. "You used to like to watch me, sometimes. Bring back a pretty boy and bugger him while you watched us."

"Wesley isn't some random pretty boy!" Angel nearly explodes, causing Wesley to hunch back against the sofa.

"No. Wesley is special. Even you can see it." Spike strokes his other hand over Wesley's back and ass."

Angel splutters again.

Spike purrs, "What do you say, Wesley? Still want me?"

Wesley looks from Spike to Angel and back again. He's nervous but it's obvious how much he wants to say yes. He nods shakily.

Finally stopping his spluttering, Angel turns and bangs his head against the wall. "Oh dear gods, they're trying to kill me," He mutters.

Spike slicks his cock, ignoring Angel's head-banging, and starts to push into Wesley.
Wesley whimpers as he feels himself stretch, his attention drawn inexorably from the sight of Angel's strange actions. Spike leans over Wesley to lick and kiss up along his spine as he begins slow, steady thrusts. Angel freezes. He can hear the soft slick sounds that tell him that Spike is actually doing it, he's actually fucking Wesley, right here with Angel in the room. He whimpers pathetically.

"Oh god." Wesley moans, wantonly spreading his legs and raising his ass, pressing back into Spike's thrusts.

"Fuck, Wesley, you're so tight. Must've been ages since you had a good shag. So tight." He keeps thrusting, hands gripping Wesley's hips making him moan and whimper.

"Oh god." Angel moans pitifully. Knowing he's probably just making it worse for himself, Angel slowly turns around. Spike loses himself in his actions, the fact that Angel is watching only makes it hotter.

Biting his tongue, Angel swallows roughly, his eyes following the movement of Spike's hips. Spike looks up at Angel and licks his lips before leaning over again to nip Wesley's shoulder.

Bucking at the slight bite, Wesley moans, throwing his head back. Angel’s eyes are automatically drawn to the pulsing vein on his neck and he echoes his moan. Spike looks back at Angel. "You want him, don't you? Want that hot mouth on your cock?"
Hearing Spike's question, Wesley flushes as he turns to look at Angel.

"W...what?" Angel stutters, his mouth dry.

"Either that or you want to bugger me while I bugger him."

"Spike." Angel tries say warningly, but it sounds more like a whine. Wesley shivers at Spike's words. Spike just flexes his asscheeks and arches his ass as he continues to thrust. Angel's cock is hard in his pants, the bulge proving how right Spike is. "You know I can't." He says, voice wavering. "The curse...you..."

"You fucked me already before."

Wesley flushes and drops his eyes as he realises that Spike and Angel are talking about Angel fucking Spike, not him.

"Huh?" Angel blinks. His brain is already starting to short-circuit.

"In Los Angeles."

"I didn't!" Angel denies, his cheeks pinkening as he remembers their encounter in the workout room.

"Your office, me, on the desk?"

"But...but...we didn't...you know..."

"But you wanted to. You know you did."

"Well...yeah..." Angel admits, shifting awkwardly. Wesley whimpers quietly in humiliation. Spike hasn't stopped fucking him while they're talking, but he feels like he may as well not be there.

Spike turns back to Wesley, licking his shoulder, nipping it, purring. "Sorry pet, shouldn't have ignored you." Moaning, Wesley presses back helplessly.

Watching him act so wantonly, causes Angel's cock to twitch in his pants. Clenching and loosening his fists, Angel struggles with himself. He should go, should leave them to it, but... they are both so pretty.

Spike groans at Wesley's movements and rubs his face over his shoulder and back, marking him, purring louder. The slender Watcher feels so good under him. He's as good and tight as Lindsey, and likely just as submissive from the look of it.

Unconsciously, Angel takes a couple of steps closer to them, licking his lips as his eyes rove over their lean forms.

"You love this, don't you, pet? You really wish I had a collar and a leash on you right now." Spike's voice is low and seductive as he thrusts harder, changing his angle to hit the sweet spot every time now.

Shuddering, Wesley groans. "Oh yes, yes Spike!"

Taking advantage of Angel's distraction, Angelus pushes forward long enough to speak in a dark voice, "Yes who slut?"

Eyes flying open, Wesley keens at the tone of voice. "Yes Master Spike."

Spike looks over at Angel, eyes with an amber sheen, aroused by the sound of that masterful voice. Angel seems unaware that anything has come from his mouth as he continues to stare.

Spike thrusts harder into Wesley, hands gripping on him. "I could tell you wanted this, every time I saw you in Los Angeles. Looking at me, looking at Angel. You want a master vampire to take you and own you."

"Oh yes!" Wesley moans. "Yes Master I did." Dropping down onto his elbows, he thrusts back even more eagerly. Angel takes another couple of steps closer.

"You're going to cum for me, with no touch to your cock. You're going to cum because I tell you too," Spike continues.

Groaning, Wesley nods desperately, "Yes sir."

Drawing in a shaky breath, Angel lets it out in a quiet growl. His cock is so hard and it's leaking steadily. It's been so long since he's seen Spike like this, strong and compelling and in control. Spike licks across Wesley's neck and then whispers in his ear, "Cum. Now." Wesley's eyes roll back in his head as he comes at the order. He keens quietly as he bucks and shudders beneath Spike, cum shooting across his stomach and the couch.

"God." Angel growls, his eyes flecked with amber. Spike pushes in a few more times, before he lets the sensations on Wesley tightening on him push him into his own release. He tosses back his head and cries out with abandon, his whole body shaking with the force of his passion. Wesley keens again as he feels Spike come inside him, his seed cool inside his hot ass.

Unable to help himself, Angel moves across the last of the distance separating him from Spike and press himself to Spike's back. Wrapping his arms around the younger vampire's waist, he presses his face into the curve of his neck. Spike groans and presses against Angel's body. "Ohhh fuck yess please."

Moaning quietly, Angel licks at the shell of his ear. "Fuck his mouth." He whispers throatily, "I want to watch you fuck his face."

Unaware of what Angel has just decreed, Wesley collapses forward slowly, breathing hard.

"Over on your back, pet," Spike says to Wesley. "I want your mouth." It takes a few seconds for Spike's words to penetrate the post-coital haze in Wesley's mind. Spike pulls Wesley off his cock and starts turning him over onto his back.

"Tut tut," Angel rumbles, "Fancy him disobeying you."

Spike chuckles. "I think he's just still surprised he got buggered."

"Are you going to really accept an excuse though?"

"Can't hurt him, the chip."

Wesley's eyes widen as he looks at the vampires looming over him. Hurt him? He should be appalled at the idea, he flushes when he realises he isn't.

"Of course." Angel sighs, burying his face in Spike's neck again. His fingers start to trace patterns lightly over Spike's sides.

Spike moans and makes little whimpers, pushing back against Angel. "Get your mouth on my cock, pet, right now. My Sire wants to see me fuck your pretty mouth."
Wesley's mouth drops open and he stares at Spike and then at the top of Angel's head.

"W...what? H...he does?"

"Yes. So get to work now." Spike's gaze turns dangerous.

Gulping, Wesley shivers and obediently moves to take the tip of Spike's cock into his mouth. Spike groans and his cock twitches at the warm mouth on his cock.

Raising his head, Angel looks down Spike's body to where Wesley has started to eagerly work his half-hard cock, bobbing his mouth smoothly up and down his shaft, slowly taking in more and more. Spike moans and purrs. "Good mouth. You've done this before."

"Yes sir." Wesley gasps quickly between one upwards movement and the next downwards one. Spike curls fingers in Wesley's hair and starts small rocking movements with his hips.

Hands cupping Spike's hips, Angel slowly presses him forward, making him inch his knees along the seat of the couch, and forcing Wesley to slowly move backwards until his head is pressed against the couch back. Spike moans with each move, as he realizes what his Sire is doing. Wesley is pinned now, and Spike starts thrusting his hips now hard and fast.

"Good boy." Angel says, stroking his hands over the flexing cheeks of Spike's ass.

Shivering with lust at being forced into such a submissive position, Wesley moans and opens his throat in a practiced, though long unused, move. Spike groans and keeps thrusting. The feel of Angel's hands on him makes him almost forget the role he is supposed to be playing.

Sliding his hands down Spike's thighs, Angel moves on to stroke over Wesley's lean chest and stomach and down to his hips.

Moaning again, Wesley finds himself thoughtlessly opening his legs as Angel's hands move over the wings of his hips. Spike has to chuckle, smelling Wesley's growing arousal. "Want us both, don't you? Me fucking your mouth, my Sire's monster cock in your arse."

Raising his dilated eyes to meet Spike's, Wesley whimpers. He's humiliated to know that Spike is right, he does.

Mind awhirl with lust and the urgings of his demon, Angel slowly unbuttons his trousers, freeing his cock and giving it a slow stroke from base to tip. Spike keeps thrusting, looking at those dark blue eyes looking back at him. "Good pet."

Eyes widening, Wesley registers the wording through the hazy of arousal and makes a sound not unlike a mewl deep in his throat.

Reaching for the lotion that Spike dropped on the floor earlier, Angel slicks his cock, eyes fixed between Spike's thighs on the sight of his pretty cock moving between Wesley's bruised looking lips. Spike pants as his balls begin to draw up, his release getting close.

Recognising the signs of Spike's impending climax, Angel reaches out to take his balls in a firm grip, pulling downwards slightly. "Not until I say." He growls.

Spike whimpers. "Yes Sire. Ohhh fuck." Wesley echoes the whimper.

Smirking, Angel cups the back of Wesley's knees pushing them up and apart. He'd be a little horrified if he could see how much his expression is like that of Angelus right now. Spike keeps hard-fucking Wesley's face, hand tightening in his hair.

Taking hold of his cock, Angel presses it to Wesley's opening and starts to push. Wesley gasps and whimpers as he realises how big Angel's cock must be from the feel of that slow stretch, half afraid that he won't be able to take it all.

"That's it, pet, you feel that big cock in you. Gonna be ruined for most everyone else now, once he's had you."

He can't help but silently agree, Wesley knows he's wanted Angel for so very long, and he had no idea that he was *so* well endowed. Angel continues to press inwards, his cock stretching Wesley's ass to the limit, making him moan and whimper at the burn.

"Such a little whore, spreading for two vampires. You're a pervy Watcher. You know exactly what we are and that just makes you hotter for us."

Wesley's face burns at the words, the truthful dirty words. His jaw is starting to hurt, his lips and tongue feel raw, and the painful feeling of Angel's cock inside him is bringing tears to his eyes - but he loves it. Loves being spread and filled and used, like the whore that Spike called him.

Biting his lip, Angel closes his eyes, growling quietly, "So tight. God!"

Spike strokes the side of Wesley's face. "Such a pretty boy. So very pretty."

At the gentle touch, Wesley opens his mouth wider, swallowing hungrily around the head of Spike's cock at the end of each thrust. Angel starts to thrust smoothly, into Wesley's ass, careful not to go too hard or fast. It's so tight and hot, not as tight as he remembers Spike being, but wonderfully tight all the same.

Spike pants and whimpers. It's all he can do not to cum at Wes' attentions. Angel groans and closes his eyes. It's been decades since he's had a lad with an ass so sweet and tight, a hundred years of prostitutes doesn't compare. Unfortunately, he can't count Spike a few years ago, as he didn't have a soul then.

He's not going to last long at all - between Darla's latest present, watching Spike and Wesley, and the feel of Wesley's ass, he's on the edge already.

"Please, Sire," Spike begs.

"Please what?" Angel groans.

"Please let me cum in Wesley's mouth."

"Not yet." Angel takes perverse joy in saying no - since he's been suffering lately, he doesn't see why others shouldn't.

"Yes Sire." Spike groans. He keeps fucking Wesley's mouth, watching his puffed lips wrapped around his shaft.

Pushing Wesley's knees up against his chest, Angel leans forward and starts to thrust hard and deep, battering his prostate. Wesley's eyes roll and he shudders, his cock slapping against his stomach. He knows better than to come without permission, and years of training as a teenager mean he has no trouble at all in holding off his orgasm, despite being desperate to come. Spike whimpers and squirms, wanting to come, leaning back against Angel.

Pressing biting kisses to Spike's spine, Angel thrusts hard, feeling his balls tightening and drawing up. Spike pants and keens. "PLEEEASE Sire!"

"Wait...wait..." Angel pants, clenching his eyes shut. Throwing his head back, he starts to come with a snarled, "Now!" Spike howls as he shoots thick ropes of cool seed into Wesley's throat.

Desperately struggling not to choke as Spike's cock swells in his mouth, Wesley swallows, the cum flowing thick and fast as. He shudders with the need to come, being filled at both ends with cool seed. Angel bucks and grinds against Wesley's ass as his cock spasms and shoots inside his tight ass, growling and snarling quietly, his face pressed to the skin of Spike's back. Spike moans and purrs, feeling Angel pressed against him. He's in a little piece of heaven at the moment.

With one last spasm, Angel slumps against Spike, his hands loosing Wesley's legs. Wesley whimpers and settles back against the couch as Spike pulls from him mouth, gasping for breath.

Wrapping his arms around Spike's waist, Angel rubs his cheek against his shoulder blade. Spike purrs. "God, Sire, so good. Wish it had been me, though."

"God me too." Angel breaths quiet enough for just Spike to hear. "But you know I can't." Spike whimpers softly and nods.

Kissing his shoulder lightly, Angel sighs and moves back, gently slipping free of Wesley's abused hole. Wesley whimpers and squirms on the couch, his whole body still throbbing.

Standing up, Angel buttons himself back into his trousers before reaching out to lift Spike up onto his feet. Spike turns to face Angel and moves in to kiss him. Moaning, Angel returns the kiss, his hand coming up to cradle Spike's face. Spike doesn't want this to end. Never wants to leave these arms. He can hardly wait til his Sire of old is back with them again.

Reluctantly ending the kiss, Angel twines his arm around Spike's waist and turns his attention to Wesley. Wesley smiles weakly back at them. His cock is still hard and untended to. "That was..." he croaks out. "Unbelievable."

"Hmm." Angel nods. "Though it definitely changes things." His eyes travel up and down Wesley's sprawled form.

"In what way?" Wesley squirms.

"Well, I can't really get away with ignoring your reactions anymore can I?" Angel grins.

Wesley blushes and looks down. "I suppose not."

Idly stroking his fingers over Spike's skin, Angel sighs. "So what *are* we going to do?" He's mildly impressed that Wesley hasn't started to beg to come, yet.

Spike shakes his head. "I don't know, Sire."

Dipping his head, Angel nuzzles at Spike's ear. He has a wicked idea. "When did you last use your gifts?" He whispers.

"It's been a little while," Spike whispers back. "What did you want me to do?"

"Whatever you want. Just see how he reacts. How long it takes to make him beg."

Spike grins and moves over closer to Wesley. He gets him to look into his eyes and strokes light fingers over him, letting his aura out to play. Wesley whimpers and moans. His cock twitches and he keens helplessly as wicked demon tongues lick him all over. Angel watches Wesley's reactions with dark hunger. He hardly seems to notice how unlike him his behaviour is becoming.

It doesn't take long before Wesley is begging brokenly to come, whimpering and squirming against the couch. Spike turns to Angel. "So should we let him cum?"

"What do you think?"

Wesley keens some more. Spike grins. "I think maybe yes. He's been a good little slut, very cooperative."

"Very well then." Angel grins back.

Spike leans down and licks across Wes' lips. "You can cum now boy." Wesley almost howls with his release as he is finally allowed to cum, ropes of it shooting across his belly.

"Pretty." Angel murmurs. Spike nods in agreement as Wesley slumps back against the couch.

His eyes glitter as he looks back at Angel. "Think how much prettier he'd be all tied up."

"God!" Angel moans, closing his eyes. "Don't."

"Sorry Sire." Though Spike doesn't sound at all sorry.

"Bastard childe."

"Yes, Sire."

Narrowing his eyes at Spike's agreement, Angel snorts. Wesley squirms a little more on the couch. Especially as being tied up sounds *really* good to him.

Sighing, Angel rubs his eyes. "You two had better get cleaned up. You never know when Buffy might turn up."

Spike sighs in response, and helps Wesley to his feet. "We'll go shower." There's a wicked glint in his eyes.

"God." Angel groans. "You're a cruel brat. You know that right?"

"Wot? You told us to go get cleaned up."

"Never mind." Angel sighs. "I need to get on and look like...I mean do some research." Spike chuckles and takes Wesley out of the room and up to a bathroom.

Sighing again, Angel scrubs his face with his hands and walks over to slump in the desk chair, pulling the open book lying on the desk towards him. "They're going to drive me mad." He mumbles, "Completely mad."