It was a dream. It all had to be a dream. Everything was moving slowly again. He was on a carousel ride in a dreamy carnival, floating just above reality. Xander opened his eyes. His back was against the wall now, and two pairs of strong, cold hands were under his skirt, pulling down his underwear. He was in a dream. This was all okay. The air was hazey and the enveloping sense of unrealism made Xander's head swim drunkenly. Only this had to be a wet dream, and he knew what the focus of those always was.

Xander felt his underwear sliding down, and he even kicked them away. This was alright. Not bad. Dream. Above consciousness. His socks and shoes were going now. He didn't mind; he was glad to be rid of them. Angelus eyed Xander's face, noting the faint smile and distant expression. He frowned. He didn't want the boy enjoying this too much. Part of the pleasure, actually most, was the unwillingness factor. However.. he stared at Xander, ran a finger up the inside of the boy's smooth thigh.. Maybe it would be nice to
have a change. Xander turned his eyes to look at Angelus. And he smiled. He'd always thought Angel was kinda cute.. And why not think that?

Everything was possible. He did enjoy the brooding vampire aspect. Sexy. The
heavy-lidded eyes, the constant pensive expression, the countenance of an arrogant aristocrat mixed with decadent beauty.. How could he not love it? He reached out and grabbed Angelus by the shirt collar, with both hands. The movement took both Spike and Angelus by surprise. But it was an extremely pleased kind of shock, and the older vampire allowed Xander the aggressive role for a moment, letting himself be pulled in closer. Xander felt himself licking Angelus's neck, nibbling at the pale skin on his throat. He trailed his tongue back up to the wet, waiting lips and kissed. He pulled back when Angelus started to get into it, teasing him.

Angelus tried again, and Xander permitted him a brief moment of electric contact, then pulled away again. He was smiling, face sweetly flushed and luscious pink lips parted in excitement. He was beautiful. The vampire felt his unneeded breath catch in his throat and he leaned in sharply, determined to have what he wanted. He kissed Xander, hard. The boy reacted enthusiastically and pressed himself against the vampire equally as strong. It was a brutal, bruising kiss that left Xander panting after they parted. This dream was better than any he'd ever had. He wondered why he'd ever gone for Cordelia. Shoulda been Angel.

They parted, staring at each other, and Xander hesitantly reached out to the top button of Angelus' silk shirt. He undid it, carefully, watching the vampire for any negative reaction, glad when none came. Angelus looked at him, his eyes narrowed, but his face reminiscient of an amused smile. The perpetual evil evident in his expression would have scared off a lesser lover, but Xander was determined. He quickly undid the rest of the buttons, taking his eyes away from Angelus', concentrating on the material before him. Angelus never removed his eyes for a moment. He could feel his lips curled into a faint smirk; this situation was tremendously entertaining.

Finally Xander opened the vampire's shirt, and he spread the edges, glancing up at Angelus for any sign of disapproval. The vampire simply looked down at him, still with discernible humor in his eyes. He didn't move; he let Xander slide the shirt off his shoulders, off his body, onto the floor. Xander batted his eyes unconsciously, the action making him seem more fragile than he'd ever appeared before. Like Buffy, but infinitely better. Infinitely. Even this slight foreplay was better compared to the whole night of passion spent with the bitchy Slayer. Xander slowly brought his lips to Angelus', giving one brief contact of velvet flesh, and then he moved downwards, still looking up.

The vampire watched, still not reacting or speaking. The silence was deafening, but also soothing. Even Spike was silent. He worshipped Angelus' bare chest with exquisite attention, gently chewing nipples and licking the smooth pale skin. Down and down.. He reached the navel, and then brought his hands up, to unfasten the button fly of the worn black jeans. He could detect an obvious bulge; he was thrilled to see the effect his labors were having on the vampire. Moving with deliberate slowness, Xander undid this new row of buttons, then spread the coarse denim material. Angelus bit his lip and stifled a groan as the boy encountered the stiff erection. Some days he wore boxers; some days he didn't. This was one of those didn't days.

Xander had no experience with blow jobs, but he could have fooled Angelus. Enthusiasm seemed to making up for lack of skill, although Xan was rapidly picking up talent. Spike swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly very dry. He was fucking hot; he'd never have thought in a million years that the Slayer's errand boy could be making him this aroused. He could barely sit still, watching the scene before him. Xander's eyes closed reverently, sucking off Angelus, his pace alternately teasingly slow and achingly fast. Angelus was making soft growling noises, which was a sure sign of his enjoyment; he usually didn't let underlings or humans know that he was getting off. Didn't want them to be cocky about what they were doing. Xander talents were something if the vampire wasn't even trying to stay quiet.

But, God, the two were hot. Spike drank in the scene; Angelus' bare-chested, hands on Xander's head, thrusting into the wet mouth and Xander, on his knees, boyishly charming face flushed and peaceful. He licked up and around the hard cock in his mouth, all along the underside and the head, and then sucked it back inside, surrounding it warmth and wetness. Spike watched, and when Angelus came, growling louder, he had to stand up. Had to feel Xander. He walked over to them. Angelus pulled back, hearing Spike approach behind him. He'd promised his childe a piece.. But first, he grabbed Xander off the floor and locked him in a painfully pleasant kiss, tasting Xander and his own juices.

And then, he stepped away, not bothering to zip up his pants. Xander stared at both of them, smiling almost shyly, his lips glistening with Angelus' saliva. His eyes were swirling brown and full of chaste, innocent wantoness. His dark eyelashes framed the wide orbs, fluttering now and then in an unconsciously coy manner. He was exhilirated; he'd given Angelus a blow-job, and the vampire had come with a fury. It was like riding a roller coaster, feeling the adrenaline pumping as you neared the loops and the hills. He was almost shyly confident; his hair deliciously tousled and face reddened with lust. He reached out an arm and crooked his finger, motioning Spike towards him, slowly, enjoying the smug look on Spike's face. They met, mouths dancing together, their tongues dueling in a languorous pace. Xander looked at Angelus, over Spike's shoulder.

The vampire stood, arms crossed, his face dark and eyes stormy. He seemed almost jealous. But he did appear to be enjoying the little show. One look at his crotch told Xander exactly how much he was enjoying it. Spike kissed even more passionately, trying to taste deeper. The movement of their lips was quickening, becoming desperately hungry. It was wonderful. Xander sighed contentedly into Spike's mouth. He looked at Angelus again, to see how he was reacting. The vampire's face was twisted into a silent growl, and he stepped forward.

Then, Spike was moving his mouth lower and to the left, making room for Angelus. The blond vampire's Sire moved in slowly, almost as if he owned Xander, bringing his lips to the boy's now unclaimed mouth, and retaking his former possession. His cock, still standing at attention, pressed against Xan's leg. He didn't want to come again, though. Not yet. Xander felt his sheer white shirt being ripped off; he didn't know by who, but he didn't care. This was more intensely erotic than anything he'd ever imagined.. He entwined the fingers of each hand in each of his admirers' silken hair.

Different, but just as nice. Wet, wet, wet.. He was all wet. Mouths roamed the curves of his body and he made soft moaning noises. He wished there was a way he could kiss both of them back at once, but the two vampires didn't seem to mind waiting for their turn.

Spike would concentrate on the sensitive parts of his neck as he turned his head to kiss Angelus. And vice-versa, although Spike was more impatient than his Sire. After a delightful time, Spike headed south, using his mouth as the vehicle to travel the smooth length of Xan's body. Down over supple young flesh; past peaked nipples, eager for a bite; down the flat abdomen and the little bellybutton.. Spike's tongue rotated in easy circles, teasing the boy as he worked lower and lower, just as Xander had done to Angelus. Angelus used the time to sate himself on Xander's mouth.

They were practically sharing the same ounce of spit, swapping the juices and their tongues back and forth. It was all hot and spongy in there; Xander heard himself making sighing noises. It rumbled into Angelus' mouth, and the vampire viciously pinched one of the boy's sensitive nipples, wanting to hear moans of pain. He was rewarded with a loud sigh and a burning look in Xan's eyes. Angelus grinned through the kiss. Xander was so his. He belonged to him.

The thought filled him with a surge of power and he resolved to change his vampiric ways. No more Buffy tormenting. (Well, maybe a little..) His efforts would be directed towards Harris from now on. The spitty, sweaty, hot session of lusty kisses continued for endless minutes, and then someone's hand wrapped around Xander's already stiff cock. He gasped sharply; of course it was Spike. Angelus smiled faintly at his human lover. 

What was it that was so magnetic about the boy, that he didn't mind not having to rape him? Spike was obviously feeling it too, and even he was usually more discerning than his master. More clothes were shed, and bodies rotated and undulated and Xander found himself pressed up against Spike, who had taken Xander's previous position with his back to the wall. Spike moaned, his now bare body contacting with Xander's and sliding stickily against it. Their crotches met, and the two moaned in unison now as their cocks rubbed against the other's. It felt wonderful. And then, Xander realized Angelus was behind him, his strong hands grasping the boy's thin waist.

Xander sighed, as he felt lips sliding over his shoulders. Spike watched, jealousy more than apparent in his eyes. Xander smiled at him. Spike leaned forward and placed his mouth on Xander's erect nipple, biting down. Angelus felt the boy squirm, and he grinned to himself. Spike was such an impetuous childe. He moved back a little to spit in his hand, and then covered his fingers, secretly reveling in the fact that at least this would cause Xander a little pain.

Spike's lips were sucking at Xander's when the boy felt Angelus behind him, slowly pushing two fingers inside. He gasped, both in pain and pleasure, and bucked against Spike. All three bodies were pressed tightly together, interlocking and meeting in all the right curvey places. Xander threw back his head, rested against Angelus's neck and continued to make little gasping noises everytime the fingers pushed their way inside. He was a virgin to this, of course, and he was tight as hell, but it still felt.. right. Good, at least. Fingers in, fingers out.. fingers in, fingers out.. Angelus breathed hard against Xander, turning his face so he could kiss the boy's cheek.

Then, with a brusque movement, he withdrew his fingers and pulled back to spit into his palm again, this time adding it to the length of his rock-hard dick. Xander felt the the head trying to pop into him and he moaned loudly, rubbing forward against Spike. There was a penetrating feeling, and then there was fullness. It hurt, sore and tearing, but this was a dream, so pain was alright. Good, in fact. Angelus pressed into him, and all three seemed to shiver with pleasure simultaneously.

Angelus began to rock himself in and out of his lover, mock biting the smooth skin of the neck before him. It was like a whole new world inside Xander. He was completely surrounded by the musty, sweaty, slightly peachy scent and the incredible warmth. So tight.. Spike wished he could've been the one popping Xander's 'cherry' but he knew that he was lucky Angelus was even allowing him this much. It had been Angelus' plan for weeks, to do something horrific to Buffy or one of her friends. And after the concert that evening, he had made his decision. Although the original plan wasn't going directly as constructed. Xander was actually enjoying his violation. Not part of the plan at all, but bugger the plan. Drusilla hadn't been this good in years.

The movements of Angelus, pushing forward and pulling backwards, made Xander rock against Spike in the same steady rhythm. It was like a wonderful symphony of pleasure, all the instruments coordinated and perfectly in synch. The kissing moved like a blur. All Xander knew was that lips were surrounding him and he was kissing whoever he could. Teeth bit gently and mouths nibbled like little children. As the pace increased, the three knew they were all nearing the climax. And each vampire fixed a mouth on opposite sides of Xan's shoulders. He didn't care. He wanted it. It would make it all perfect. He was past the point of caring whether it was actually a dream or not, although he strongly suspected it wasn't.. Faster and faster.. The rocking increased. The noises of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, along with the animalistic grunts of the vampires and Xander's own heavy breathing. Almost there.. Spike and Angelus closed their eyes in anticipation.

Everything was swirling. Xander felt himself rise and rise and rise and then he was climaxing, like the great crescendo in an orchestral arrangement and he was moaning even louder than before. The sensations, inside and out, were too much. Explosions danced in his head and he shuddered and spasmed. At the same time, Angelus and Spike felt themselves tripping over their own precipices and they too came with a violent ferocity, and at the same time, bit hard into Xander's flesh. Xander screamed, but with pleasure, and he was coming again.

The two vampires drank, blood flooding their bodies and semen leaving. Angelus closed his eyes tight, not wanting to feel anything but the stars and the skies that burst behind his eyelids as he still thrust inside Xander and tasted his ambrosial blood. Paradise.. In the body of a goofy eighteen year old boy. Spike wished briefly that it could have been Drusilla but decided, sod it, she wasn't sane enough to appreciate it this much.

Xander ran his hands through the vampires' hair again, still drifting on the starry waves rolling over them in their orgasmic throes. Delicious, delicious.. Everything was delicious. The blood was rich and warm and coppery and Angelus swallowed slowly, savoring it. It took a few minutes for them to calm down. Pulses -- well, Xander's pulse-- returned to normal and their breaths slowed down. Angelus had already lifted his head first, not wanting to drain Xander.

"Spike; up." he commanded. The blond vampire drunkenly raised his head. He still had his gameface on, from the orgasm.

"Sorry.." he slurred, his mouth curling in a resentful smile.

Without warning, Angelus pulled Xander, still dazed, away from Spike and slammed him against the wall next to his childe. Xander smiled faintly, almost child-like himself, wanting Angelus again. The vampire smirked knowingly, then leaned in.

"Get out. Now. And I won't kill you." he whispered menacingly, the voice rumbling low in his chest. Xander gave a half-laugh, a pained noise, and tried to kiss him. Angelus pulled back. Realization dawned on Xander with all the subtlety of a freight train and he recoiled. Angelus finally had his unwilling partner. Although, he didn't enjoy it as much as he'd planned. Xander struggled against him, almost in tears.

"No.. God, this isn't happening," he pushed the vampire away and then bent down, picking up remains of clothes. He felt heady from the orgasm and the loss of blood and he bit his lip to keep from swaying. Angelus chuckled coldly, watching Xander wriggle back into his skirt. Spike picked up his own clothes as well, dressing quietly. He tossed Angelus his black leather pants. Xander found the remains of his shirt and swore. He felt like a goddamn princess now. All dressed and fucked but no ball to attend. Jesus Christ, what had happened? He'd been completely delusional. And good Lord, who let him wear that fucking skirt!? He turned to face Angelus, his arms hugging his chest protectively. Angelus stood bare-chested; his own arms crossed lightly, half-shadowed in darkness. Spike leaned back against the wall, hands in pockets.

"Can I go?" Xander finally asked, not knowing what else to say. Angelus laughed again.

"I told you to get out. So go." Xander walked backwards for a bit, making sure they wouldn't follow him and then he turned and dashed out of the room. He didn't know how to get out of the mansion, but he found an exit in record time. It was still dark, and he ran as fast as he could, willing himself to use his last little bit of reserve strength, to get home before the dizziness overwhelmed him. Spike moved suddenly, and Angelus stopped him with an arm.

"No. You touch him and I’ll nail you to a cross." Spike shrugged Angelus off and stalked away angrily.

But Angelus knew he wouldn't be going after Xander. He listened to the fading sounds of Spike's footsteps, and then he walked over to the altar in the center of the room. He'd never felt so wonderfully satisfied after sex before. Virgins always were the best, but there was something else about Xander.. Angelus studied the silver bowl of holy water, decades old but still not all evaporated. Truly holy, he thought, laughing silently. He extended a finger to the surface of the water, and let it bubble at his finger-pad. The pain sent sparks through him and he grinned at nothing in particular. He would kill Buffy. Definitely. Now that he had Xander, he didn't even need the bitch for sexual satisfaction.

But first.. She would have to endure some horrific event, just for being so annoyingly clingy. Angelus splashed in the acidic water, not noticing the pain anymore or the wisps of smoke. All her friends, killed in front of her. No.. wait.. something better. Angelus cocked his head to the side. He'd give Xander a choice. Join him, or watch his friends all die. Of course, Xander would give in, and of course, Angelus would kill all his little friends anyways.

Except, he'd let Buffy go. Let her live with that. Not that Angelus cared about how she felt; devastated or no.

He wanted Xander now.

The End