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Prior Claim - Spike/Xander/Angel - Chapter 11 
7th-Aug-2010 12:29 pm
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Title: Prior Claim
Chapter: 11/14
Pairing: Spike/Xander/Angel this chapter
Rating: NC17
Concrit: in comments please - you flame, I delete!
Disclaimer: Of course they belong to me in a straight-jacket wrapped round me permanently kinda way. In other words, they ain't mine!
Warnings/Squicks: This chapter is S/A/X - if this squicks you, then I suggest you run away screaming anytime.........NOW!
Summary: From a Plot Bunny left by qwerty_lee BTVSAU : In which Xander's demon-magnetness attracts another Master Vampire, and Spike is forced to go claim him, since he's the only one with the “right” to do so.
Previous chapters: Links given below
Notes: None
Beta(s): Unbeta'd but proofread
Graphics: (size, and artist) : no graphics

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10

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Previously:

Whatever ritual they had to go through, and his demon accepted that they needed to do the ritual to ensure the safety of their consort, Xander belonged to him and now Angel knew it plain and simple. He could do this – once – and then the Seer belonged to him and only him.

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It felt like a mass of arms and legs. With no further ado, Spike had turned and tossed him onto the bed, climbing on after him with Angel joining him on the other side. He instantly turned towards Spike, unsure, nervous despite being the one to instigate everything.

He felt the large, thick body of Angel pressed all against his back as the vampire leaned over him and grabbed Spike by the back of the neck, hauling him into a kiss. He gasped, mouth open in shock as they attacked each other with lips and fangs, biting at each others mouths. He couldn't hold back a groan as he realised they were sucking and licking the blood from each other's face – wounds they had inflicted on each other in the small fight kissed and almost smoothed away.

“Sire...” Spike's voice was husky, low, tugging at a place low in Xander's belly.

“Childe...” and he knew he had never heard Angel sound like that before.

“I present my Consort to you and ask that you initiate him into the Clan Aurelius, accept him and place him under House Protection”. Taking Xander by the chin so that his body followed where he was led, his face turned towards Angel and he found his eye caught by the yellow glow in the normally brown eyes.

“You have chosen well, Childe, and I am honoured to accept him into the House of Aurelius”. Before he could take a breath, he found his mouth taken by the larger vampire, a strong tongue invading and duelling with his own. Eye falling closed, he fell into Angel's arms, trusting to Spike that this was going to be alright.

He had no idea when Angel had removed his clothes – all he knew was that he was pressed from head to toe against cool, hard muscles. Behind him, he could feel Spike pressed against his back, hard cock pressing between the cheeks of his ass, ridged face rubbing against the back of his neck. A low rumbling sound soothed him, and he realised Spike was purring, reassuring him that he was there with sound and touch. The rumbling sound deepened as Angel joined in, stroking his chest as he brought his mouth back to Xander's. A slightly rough tongue pressed into his mouth, a strong hand grasping his jaw so it could delve deeper. Moaning, he pushed himself back into Spike whose face was pressed into his spine, laying kisses, nibbling at his vertebrae. A prick of fang, a sting, laving tongue. And God, Angel was moving down, lipping his jaw, mouthing his neck and he didn't know what to do with his hands or his legs because it was all so intense.

He could feel Angel move slightly back, gasping as a large hard grabbed hold of his cock, pressed it against matching hardness and his hips jerked as they were pushed together, soft skin stretched over hard velvet, rubbing together. Angel was saying something, he couldn't make out what but he knew it wasn't English – his Irish accent coming across strongly as he looked down between their bodies, jacking them off together.

“Want - “ Slurred moan – did that come from him? - then he was released and flipped over, suddenly facing Spike who took his mouth so he could hardly breathe, couldn't speak, couldn't moan. Angel sliding down his back, strong hands caressing the cheeks of his ass, pulling them apart, then a tongue pressing in deep, deeper, reaching places he had never felt a tongue before. Spike laying kisses all over his face, grabbing his cock, jerking him, no them off together – soft hands, strong fingers, pulling, tugging. “fuucccckkk” pulled from him as Angel seemed to bury his whole face between the cheeks of his ass, finger joining his tongue and searching, reaching then stars sparking behind his eyes as it found what it was looking for.

Pressing forwards into Spike, long, lean, loving arms, hands, body, cock all pressed against him, holding him tightly, grounding him. Thrust back into hot, wet, pushing, stretching, Angel moaning into his body. A pause, Angel reaching off the bed before returning and now it was two fingers pressing in, stroking around inside him, stretching him. Hard body pressed against his back, Spike lifting his leg and tucking it over his own hip, opening him up as Angel moved forward. Hands, fingers holding his cheeks apart, soft skinned, wet hardness held against him, then pushing in – reaching so far, pushing so deep that he almost wanted to escape, pull away – too much going on, couldn't focus, panic starting until a voice calming him, loving him. Spike's hand on his face, gold tinged blue staring at him with so much love, such pride, such want that he relaxed and let that pressure pull him down into pleasure.

Finger shaped bruises blossoming on the skin of his hips as Angel held him still, held him tight as he tunnelled into him, hips snapping back and forth with such strength that he was pushed into Spike on every entry. Spike pushing back, cocks wrapped in cool hand that was still squeezing, tugging, pulling. Angel's voice in his ear, telling him tight he was, how gloriously hot, how much he envied Spike having Xander as his for eternity, that if it were him he would never let him go, would never let him out of bed even because he felt so fuckin' good. Spike growling at his front, pressed so tight against him that the three of them were almost sealed together from chest to groin, a blend of pale/tanned/pale – lean, broad, broader.

Too much – couldn't stand it much longer – push forward into a beautifully punishing grip, backward into so full, deep, hard – breath almost impossible to take, brain melting – someone moaning, wailing, crying out that they were going to, had to, needed to come in a voice that was almost pained. Everything speeding up – pressing harder, pulling faster, heart thundering then they struck simultaneously, synchronised by instinct, the bites rolling his eye back in his head, flinging his body into free-fall and sending his mind crashing into black.

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It wasn't so much the cool body he was spooned up against that was causing his mind to race – even after one night together, he knew Spike's scent, how that lean, muscled body felt in his arms. It was the cool body spooning him that was making him consider a major freak out as he searched his memories to figure out what the hell was going on. He couldn't even peer over his shoulder and see because it was his wrong side. Looking at the long, muscled arm thrown casually over his waist, he tried to identify the body from that. Pale, long, cool. Yeah, all coming back to him now. Angel. Rituals. Ceremonies. And oh shit, what the hell was going on with his eye?!!!

Screaming in pain, Xander struggled to get away from the bodies and arms clinging to him. Wrenching off the patch that he rarely removed, he clawed at his socket, feeling like molten lava was being dripped directly into it. Mother of Christ!!!

“XANDER!” Between them, Angel and Spike managed to force the man down onto the bed, holding him still by his arms so that he stopped clawing at his face. The whole time, Xander was screaming and fighting them, arching off the bed with his whole body.

“What the fuck is goin' on? So help me Angelus, if this is some reaction to your thrall I'll fuckin' - “

“It's not a reaction to the thrall - there's something going on with his eye!! We need Giles and Willow! I'm going to call Carson, see if he can get hold of them!” Just as suddenly as it started, Xander's screams stopped and he slumped onto the bed. While Angel raced off to get hold of Carson, Spike yanked on a pair of jeans, picked Xander up carefully and carried him off to their room. Frantically searching within his mind for their new link, fear speeding his steps as he couldn't find the other man there at all...


Chapter 12

Comments 
12th-Aug-2010 03:53 pm (UTC) - Question
I am new to reading Buffy fanfic and to this comm. S/X is a favorite pairing. My question concerns 'Sire's Rites' as described here and in a lot of other fics I've read here and on Spanderfiles. I'm very familiar with the series, less so with Angel, so perhaps it came up there. I don't recall it,or anything like it being mentioned in cannon, is it just an invented plot device of fanfic authors? Also the 'mind'/'emotional' link Spike has with others and Angel has with him, is that cannon? Because in Pangs Angel didn't seem to know Spike was there or that the Initative had chipped him.
Anonymous
12th-Aug-2010 03:55 pm (UTC) - Re: Question
Sire's Rites and emotional link are definitely fanfic created plot devices as far as I'm aware.
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