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Author: Ruth Gifford and atara
Rated: NC-17 (explicit m/m sex, mild BDSM)
E-mail: astarte@cyberg8t.com and telesilla@cyberg8t.com Pairing: Giles/Spike/Angel/Wesley
Archive: Sure, why not? But please do let us know where it's going.
Disclaimers: The characters are the property of Joss Whedon, 20th Century Fox, and Mutant Enemy. No copyright infringement is intended, and no financial profit is anticipated.
Spoilers: No real spoilers. This kind of veers off into a bit of an AU.
Summary: Answer to Christmas challenge on AngelSlash: >>Angel gets drunk at the office Christmas party. In the grand tradition of office parties, not that I'd know since I've been to maybe one, someone...or something takes advantage of him. Poor Angel.<<
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Angel sighed heavily. "Cordelia, vampires *don't* celebrate Christmas."
"Well, Mr. Broody Dead Guy, offices and office *employees* celebrate Christmas. You know, a party with clients . . . OK in our case no clients, but Gunn could bring some of the guys over and maybe there are a few people who would like to come. Let's see there's David, don't want to forget our benefactor now do we. How about Lindsey and Lilah?" Cordelia quickly raised her hands.
"Hey, just a little joke."
She looked at a list in her hand.
"And the Scoobies. We shouldn't forget them up there in Sunnydale with no glamour and all."
"Cordelia, there is not going to be a party and there will be no glamour."
"But An-gel," she said in that faintly irritating half whine, "I already took the tag off my dress. Now I *can't* return it."
"Sell it on e-bay."
"Oh God, *how* tacky. C'mon, it's not like we really have any families or anything, what with me and my parents engaged in mutually ignoring one another any time anyone has to spend money, and Wesley not going home and all. It'd be cool for us to actually *use* this huge space and if people wanted to spend the night, heaven knows we've got room for all of them.
She looked down, and toed the carpet a little.
"And . . . well, the truth is I don't like to see you alone at a time when everyone else is having fun." She shrugged. "Maybe we go to some spiffy place, just the four of us . . ."
Angel thought for a moment. He was not going to be able to dodge out of Cordelia's scheme now, and the idea of dinner in a place nice enough for whatever dress Cordelia had bought, with Wesley and Gunn being rude to each other and Cordelia looking long suffering . . . No, not his idea of a good time.
"A party," he said, still skeptically. His voice didn't fool Cordelia, who jumped up and hugged him enthusiastically.
"I'll have it *all* arranged," she said her voice almost childlike and breathless. "It'll be the best Christmas party ever."
Turning away from Angel, she saw Wesley coming through the Hyperion doors, his face bearing a careful "I'm not interested; I don't want to know" look. Damn! Lately it seemed that Wesley had been catching her touching Angel in some way that disappointed the rogue demon hunter. She wanted to yell at him.
"Duh, Wesley! I'm a touchy-feelie kinda a gal." But it never seemed appropriate. And the hell with Wesley and his inability to speak to Angel about how he felt. She had a *Party* to plan.
***
Angel didn't want to admit it, but Cordelia was right. With the decorations and lights and the huge Christmas tree in the main foyer, the Hyperion had never looked so good. Cordelia had even talked Gunn and Wesley into pulling out the old awning and there was a graceful sweep of paper bag luminarias mixed with poinsettias clustered around the front door. There was also a good deal of mistletoe scattered about, in arches, doorways, over the front desk. He smiled wryly, not worrying. It wasn't like he'd be swarmed with people dragging him under the door for kissing.
He had already placed his presents for Cordelia, Wesley, and Gunn under the tree, and was obscurely pleased to see that packages from Cordelia and Wesley were there. There were also gifts for David, and his secretary, from Angel Investigations, and a bunch of gifts for Gunn's kids and crew, all tagged with numbers instead of names. A bright tin on the desk had the corresponding numbers in it, and all in all, Angel had to admit that, when she really put her mind to it, Cordelia was damned efficient. He even saw, under the desk, presents for the Sunnydale crowd, should any of them choose to come.
Five hours later, the old hotel lobby and ballroom was full of laughter, music, and the smell of good food. A tiny part of Angel winced at the money spent, but watching his guests enjoy themselves feel good in a non-threatening way. Although there were no Wolfram & Hart employees present, there were a few clients who had reason to thank himself and his employees.
And . . . oh God no! Was that *Spike* strolling in the door with Rupert Giles of all people? He blinked and stared a little.
"Hello? You didn't know about them?" Cordelia said softly to him. "Close your mouth and wipe your chin," she added mockingly and then squeaked as Gunn grabbed her and hauled her over to the nearest archway for a mistletoe kiss. A few moments later, Angel saw her gulping a large mug of eggnog and decided that a little refreshment wouldn't be a bad idea. This party had been going fine until Spike of all people, wandered into it, looking around like he bloody owned the place. What he didn't see, as one of Gunn's older kids ran by, waving his new copy of "The Golden Bough" enthusiastically, was Spike sidling up to the main punch bowl and pouring a fifth and a half of rum into the eggnog. Angel didn't realize how thirsty mingling and chatting had made him, and he had been scrupulously obeying Cordelia's strict orders to mingle and chat, deciding that couldn't be any worse than the grief she would give him if he didn't. He helped himself to a cup of eggnog, gulped it down, and then helped himself to another. He mingled and chatted some more, talking shop with Giles and Wesley, comparing various types of demon encounters and hearing Giles relate amusing anecdotes about his venture into capitalism. Angel found himself amused at the idea of Anya as a model Magic Box employee. At this point Spike came up, unobtrusively refilling Angel's eggnog, and the vampires regaled Giles with tales of Anya's demonic past. Angel was beginning to feel pleasantly light-headed, and he started off another story with "Remember that time that guy had impregnated and dumped half the girls in that village in France . . . " Somehow his eggnog mug was never empty, but he was actually enjoying himself socializing, and he didn't bother to wonder about who was filling it and why.
Spike continued plying Angel with eggnog, and he was encouraging Giles to drink as well, although not nearly as much. He knew that Giles *wanted* to go for what they were planning, but Spike thought a few loosened inhibitions wouldn't hurt. Spike himself stuck to beer; he wanted to be the one with the most control. When he thought Angel was sufficiently inebriated, he nodded to his partner in crime, and said, "Peaches, c'mere, I want to show you something." He maneuvered a slightly staggering Angel over toward yet another mistletoe hung archway.
"Will, old boy! What's up?" Angel flashed wide grin at his fellow vampire, and Spike raised an eyebrow in satisfaction. Angel could become downright jovial when he was drunk. Spike found it a little sickening, frankly, and he was more interested in channeling Angel's unguarded impulses into horniness rather than joviality.
"Look up, pet," said Spike, noting that Giles was standing quietly
behind Angel, a predatory gleam beginning to shine in his eye. *Hel-lo
Ripper!* thought Spike to himself.
Spike turned Angel around, and Angel saw Giles, leaning against a
pillar, his arms folded, obviously having been enjoying the scene in
front of him.
"Rupert?" he asked questioningly.
"Oh yes," said the former Watcher, with a dazzling smile. He stepped
forward, wrapped one arm around Angel, and wove his other hand into the
vampire's lustrous hair. Angel felt his knees weaken and his cock
harden, and he clung to Giles' mouth. Giles was as aggressive as Spike
had been, and plunged his tongue into Angel's mouth. Angel marveled at
the difference, feeling the human's heat amidst his own coolness and
then returned the favor, filling Giles' mouth with his own cool tongue.
As the pair's tongues settles into a leisurely, twining dance, Spike
moved up behind Angel and flicked his tongue along the edge of the
vampire's ear. Angel moaned into Giles' mouth. Encouraged, Spike
nibbled at the back of Angel's neck and slid his arms around him from
behind to touch the hardened nipples through the silk of Angel's shirt.
The three men pressed closer together, and Giles shifted, so his hand
moved from Angel's waist to Spike's.
***
"Oh my!" Cordelia giggled. "Better not look girls, might be too many
guy vibes coming from over there."
Willow and Tara laughed.
"Hey," Willow said, her voice a tad slurred,
"we are fam-i-ly. Wanna dance, Tara?" She pulled Tara toward the
ballroom, oblivious to the fact that Tara was staring intently at the
three men under the mistletoe.
"Xander," Cordelia yelled at Willow. "Don't let him get an eyeful of
that, he'll go apeshit."
Willow made a gesture that looked enough like an A-OK sign for Cordelia
and then disappeared into the ballroom stopping for a kiss and a grope
with Tara under the doorway.
***
"Come on, upstairs, Angel," murmured Giles. "We want you."
Angel's head swam at the erotic urgency in Giles' voice. Breathlessly,
he
gasped,
"Yes, good idea, upstairs. Let's."
***
"Man, that looks like trouble," Gunn said into Cordelia's ear, and then
smiled at her as she jumped and stifled a shriek. Out of her ear, she
saw Spike and Giles leading a half-staggering Angel toward the
staircase.
"Tara and Willow? Oh please, they probably think about flower petals
when they do it."
"I'm talking about our boss." Gunn jerked his head at the stairs.
"Oh yeah, that. Well I had *totally* guessed about Spike and Angel
having something going on back when, but adding Giles to the mix is . .
." she paused to hiccup, ". . . kinda nice."
"I don't know," Gunn said, not entirely sure "nice" was the word he'd
use. "Let's keep an eye on how soon they show up again."
"Sure," Cordelia replied airily. "I want more eggnog and, look, there's
David's secretary . . . whatsername, looking lonely near some of my
mistletoe. Go be a good host."
***
Spike was feeling impatient, and just wanted to rip Angel's clothing
off, but Giles stopped him. He carefully removed Angel's clothes and
then his own, while Spike shed his apparently all at once. Naked, they
all stared at each other.
"Too bad we don't have a camera," remarked
Spike, "to preserve those Kodak Christmas memories." He grabbed Angel
and pushed him down on the bed. Angel was about to protest when he felt
a cool mouth surround his cock. He sighed in pleasure and relaxed as
Spike, on hands and knees between his legs, licked his cock in long
strokes and sucked it deeply into his throat. Angel was making
inarticulate noises of pleasure, while Giles helped himself to some lube
from the bedside table drawer. He slicked up his cock and pressed it
against Spike's inviting opening.
"Oh, yes, do it, baby," mumbled Spike around Angel's cock. Giles pushed
inside him, and the blond vampire groaned loudly. As Giles began
fucking him, he sucked at Angel's cock all the harder. The bed thudded
against the walls as the rhythm increased. With a shout, Giles climaxed
inside Spike's ass, and moments later, Angel spurted into Spike's
mouth. Giles shivered at the sight of both vampires' ridged faces.
Angel pulled Spike up to his mouth and kissed him hard, fangs breaking
the skin of Spike's lower lip. He growled and beckoned to Giles, and as
Giles approached, Angel yanked him onto the bed with his free hand. His
face returned to his human features as he kissed Giles fiercely and
pinched a nipple, while Spike was reaching around and grasping the older
vampire's cock, quickly encouraging it to be erect again.
"Don't you know it's dangerous to play with drunken vampires?" Angel
asked Giles, his voice laced with menace. "Didn't they teach you
*anything* in Watcher school?" Shifting his body lightning-fast, Angel
suddenly had Giles on his stomach on the bed and was behind him, pulling
his legs apart. "Hand me that lube, will you, Will?" he asked, and
prepared himself efficiently.
"He likes being fucked *hard* our boy Rupert does," offered Spike
helpfully, lightly playing with his own unsatisfied cock as he watched.
"That's a very good thing," growled Angel, as he pushed inside Giles'
asshole, opening him in a swift stroke. The demon was in Angel's face
again, as he felt lust surging through him for this human he had long
desired, but never dared approach before. Giles groaned loudly and
pushed back against Angel, wanting to be completely filled, while the
vampire growled again as pulsing heat surrounded him. Spike meanwhile
had retrieved the lube and was settling himself in behind Angel, slowly
pushing past the opening, and then suddenly plunging in hard. Angel
almost roared, and he began fucking Giles all the more vigorously, a low
rumble rolling out of his throat. Spike grinned and matched Angel's
rhythm, pounding harder.
Giles was moaning and biting the pillow, feeling power wash through him,
as both vampires seemed to be driving into him. Angel growled loudly
and sank his fangs into Giles' neck. As he sucked, he came violently,
and the spasms brought Spike to his climax as well. In a moment he was
up with his arms around Angel from behind, and bit down into his elder's
neck. After a few minutes, Angel rolled over and pulled Spike's mouth
to his. Spike greedily sought out Giles' blood in Angel's mouth, while
Angel tasted his own in Spike's.
"Don't I get any?" asked the Watcher
mildly. Spike returned to the wound in Angel's neck for a moment and
then leaned over Angel to offer Giles his mouth. Giles tasted the tang
of vampire blood and kissed his lover hard. Angel reached up, lips
parted, and joined in a three-way kiss.
***
"Where's Angel?" Wesley asked Cordelia, almost plaintively. "I wanted
to . . ."
"Oh thank *God* you're here, Wesley," Cordelia replied fervently.
"Angel disappeared upstairs with Spike and Giles a little while ago. I
hate to think that they're up there talking shop or something *boring*
while everyone's having," she paused to giggle, "such a good time. Be a
good guy and go up to Angel's room. Maybe Giles had too much eggnog or
something."
"Right, I'm on it," Wesley replied, his words somewhat spoiled by his
less than crisp delivery. He made a half salute, turned on his heel,
almost fell over, caught his balance and headed toward the stairs.
Cordelia looked around. What a *perfect* party. There was Gunn necking
with David's secretary in one corner, a bunch of the kids in another
playing with and showing off their gifts. David was comfortably asleep
in a large wing chair, the Karaoke demon cheerfully leading a round of
rude Christmas songs in the ballroom, and she'd (hopefully) just sent
Wesley upstairs to have his education broadened.
"Damnit, it's my turn now! I deserve some fun. Whereinthehell is
Xander? Anya's not here after all."
She stalked contentedly across the lobby singing, "where's my love
monkey?" under her breath. Life was good.
***
Wesley stood in the doorway to Angel's room staring at the bed, his jaw
somewhere around his knees. His former mentor, Rupert Giles, *the*
Rupert Giles, was naked and not alone. With him were two of the hottest
vampires Wesley had ever seen, and all of them were kissing. At the
same time.
"I walked into one of my dreams," the young man muttered to himself.
"Actually," Giles said, sitting up and pulling away a bit from his
lovers. "You're *late* Mr. Wyndham-Price." His voice was very serious
and very stern.
Angel raised an eyebrow, and Spike nudged him.
"Stick around for the
show, mate. Professor Ripper can give very *nasty* punishments for
tardiness."
I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Giles," Wesley replied, his face going red , but
his mind and body happily going along with the fantasy. "I was
downstairs and . . ."
Angel could hear Wesley's voice going soft and deferential. He felt
himself beginning to take an interest in this side of Giles. It seemed
like only seconds ago he'd been plowing into Rupert's ass like there was
no tomorrow and now there the man was, sounding like a calm but mildly
annoyed schoolmaster. Oh yes, this show might be worth seeing,
particularly if it meant getting glimpse of Wesley naked.
"Excuses, young man? Do you think I want excuses?"
"No sir."
"Spike," Giles muttered softly, "pile the pillows and bolsters in the
middle of the bed."
"Only if you let us dead guys get some of that ass."
Giles said nothing, merely shooting Spike his, "just do it" long
suffering look.
"Take your jacket off boy," Giles snapped at Wesley. "No sense in
ruining your clothes." He nodded with a faint smile as Wesley complied
and then frowned as Wesley's hands went for his shirt. "If I want your
shirt off, I'll say so!"
Spike half pulled Angel from the bed and crowded
both of them tightly into a nearby chair. For a moment Wesley looked at
Angel and his employer nodded gravely to him.
Angel's tacit permission gave Wesley all he needed to let go and let
this fantasy happen. A humiliating fantasy concerning Giles that he'd
carried for a few years, made all the more humiliating by having his
punishment viewed by Angel. He could hardly wait and his already tense
arousal shifted into a higher gear when Giles gave his next order.
"Pull your trousers down to the knees and get on the bed, bending over
the pillows."
"Yes, Mr. Giles." Said softly and resignedly, as his hands fumbled with
his belt and then the fly of his dress trousers. Falling onto the bed
with his pants around his knees had to look dreadfully clumsy, but then
that *was* the point, wasn't it? As if to emphasize the point, Spike
sniggered. Wisely, Wesley said nothing, merely wiggling his backside to
get himself centered on the mound of pillows.
"Spike, be a good fellow and get the strap out of my bag."
Angel blinked his eyes as Spike moved to pull something out of a nice
black briefcase sitting near the chair. They had *invaded* his room, or
at least Giles had, as if this had all been . . . planned. And, of
course, it had been, the endless mugs of eggnog, the friendly
conversation, all led to the same inevitable conclusion. He'd been set
up. Was he complaining? Hell no. Particularly as he saw the nicely
worn leather strap that Spike flung effortlessly at Giles. *Hmmm, I
wonder who that gets used on most?*
"Why, Mr. Wyndham-Price?"
"For tardiness, Mr. Giles."
"How many?"
"As many as you choose, sir."
"Twelve." A pause. "At least."
"Yes sir. Thank you, sir."
"Wesley, we're all friends here. You don't need to count."
A nod of the head, and then: *crack*! The sound of well cared for
leather hitting flesh. The sound should have upset Angel, or at least
reminded him of half a dozen things he'd rather forget.
"Relax, Peaches," Spike tongue lapped at Angel's neck in between his
words. "Look at Rupert and Wesley; you could break a board over
Rupert's cock, and if Wesley isn't lifting that nice bum of his for the
next blow, call me a saint." Angel looked at him and Spike grinned,
that evil/cheerful grin that meant the younger vampire was thoroughly
enjoying life. "Your boy there likes it, my pet likes it . . . and it's
*all* nice and consensual."
As they had whispered, Giles had strapped Wesley twice more and now the
third blow landed on the younger man's ass. Giles, Wesley reflected,
wasn't really hitting him that hard, something he was very thankful
for. His body was thankful for the whole situation, he could feel his
cock begin to get damp and his body was aching for more stimulation than
a mild strapping. Shamelessly he thrust his hips in the air, not only
hoping to get more of the strap, but also hoping for Angel's reaction to
the erection that was practically stabbing him in the belly every time a
blow forced him back down onto the pillows.
Even though it hadn't been hard, Wesley's ass was still tingling and
vaguely hot by the time Giles put the strap down. Resisting the urge to
reach back and rub his rear, Wesley spoke.
"Thank you, Mr. Giles. It won't happen again."
"Pity," the voice was Spike's and Wesley shivered as a cool hand stroked
his ass lightly. Wesley couldn't help the vague moan that escaped his
mouth. "I rather like the view, myself.," Spike added. Wesley moaned
again.
"Hush," another cool hand brushed his mouth and he looked up into
Angel's dark eyes. Shivering again at the look of lust being directed
back at him.
"Want me," Wesley murmured, half plea, half demand.
"Oh, Broody Vamp there is always happy to oblige," Spike said
insinuating his voice into their private moment again.
"Spike," Giles said, very softly, "perhaps we should . . ."
"Stay where you are," Angel said firmly. "Giles did enough work that he
deserves some reward." He bent and whispered in Wesley's ear and the
young man nodded eagerly as both Spike and Angel made short work of
ripping his clothing off him.
Once naked, Wesley shoved the pillows out of the way and bent,
half-kneeling, on the bed to place his head in Giles' lap. The older
man moaned as he felt the warm heat of Wesley's breath gusting over his
cock. Such a nice change over Spike's lack of breath and the coolness
of his mouth. And oh yes, there was Wesley's hot mouth now, tongue and
lips moving over his cock, mapping out each flare of nerves and
sensitive spot, before Wesley bent his head once more and took him all
the way in. He could feel a grunt from Wesley a few moments later, and
opened his eyes. Gazing down Wesley's back, he saw Angel pumping hard
into Wesley's ass; he could feel the shifts in Wesley's movements, but
nothing stopped the strength of the suction drawing him closer to
orgasm.
"Hey!" Spike's indignant voice broke the mood a little. "Wot about me?"
"Use yer hand," Angel grunted. "Will, you're always calling somebody or
another a wanker. Try it yourself."
With his mouth full of Giles' hard cock, Wesley was reduced to moans as
he struggled to comprehend the sight they all had to make. He, with his
mouth full of cock, being vigorously fucked by Angel--Angel of all
people, this was everything Wesley had ever wanted--while Spike looked
at all of them and pumped his own heavy cock.
Giles looked up and watched as his lover stroked himself. God, Spike
was beautiful. Wesley's own sculpted features barely held a candle to
Spike, even though the young man was doing a superlative bit of
cocksucking. Even Angel didn't look as good, would never be able to
take as much of Rupert as he allowed Spike to take.
Spike gazed down into his lover's eyes and preened, knowing that Giles
was thinking of him, would come because of *him.* Oh the boy was
lovely, such a combination of restraint and this wild passion, and Angel
was . . . well, Angel. Gorgeous, brutality and civilized man combined
as he neared his climax and his face became set into vampire's ridges.
But they couldn't compare to the restrained, brutal, civilized, passion
that Giles could exhibit for him, and was even now as he muttered
obscenities and forced Wesley down by the hair.
Angel was so close to coming. He bit his own lip until the blood
trickled down onto Wesley's back. Gods, there was Spike, flaunting
himself while Giles stared at him like a starving man staring at his
dinner. And above all, there was Wesley, back bowed beneath him,
stained now with Angel's blood . . .
"Wesley," he grated out. "Let me."
And wondrously, Wesley knew what he meant, tilting his head in Giles'
grasp until Angel was able to set his teeth to that sweet pale skin and
bite down . . .
It was really too much, Giles thought, while he still could think,
asking a man to remain unmoved by the lovely pictures before him. And
so, watching Angel feed off Wesley, and watching Spike growl and fist
his cock in a punishing rhythm, Giles finally admitted defeat and came,
banging his head on the headboard and shouting Spike's name at the top
of his voice.
As soon as Wesley was done swallowing, he flung himself back until he
was essentially sitting on Angel's lap, never once disturbing the teeth
that had latched onto his neck. Oh this was hot and sweet and dark and
he could not, for the life of him, be afraid here. He was being fed on
by a Master Vampire, watched by a former Watcher *and* a demoncally
grinning second vampire. The stuff of nightmares, and it made him
writhe again and again on Angel's lap, driving himself back onto the
hard cock that impaled him.
And then he watched as Giles slid of the bed and fell to his knees
before Spike, eagerly reaching to pull Spike's cock into his mouth.
Wesley couldn't help wincing at the strength of Spike's thrusts, but it
was such an erotic act, he could not look away. That was until Angel
wrenched his teeth from Wesley's neck and growled "taste yourself."
Wesley turned hard and managed to meet Angel for a kiss, tasting the
bitter copper tang of his own blood and the spiciness of Angel's mouth.
"Oh God yes," he moaned into the kiss as Angel's hand began to firmly
stroke his cock. Tasting his own blood, being pierced by the vampire
he'd wanted for so long, Wesley gave into the roaring pleasure as it
coursed through his body, and came hard, drenching Angel's hand.
At the sight and undoubtedly aided by Giles' talented mouth and tongue,
Spike howled in triumph and orgasmed hard into Giles' wide-open throat,
urged on by the moans he could feel more than hear coming from his
lover.
Angel took it all in, Giles kneeling before Spike, throat working as he
swallowed convulsively, Spike's typical loud yelling, and the young man
in his own arms. Wesley was still shuddering and writhing though his
own climax and the movement finally pulled that last orgasm from Angel.
He knew he was leaving bruises on Wesley's hips and that he was biting
Wesley's mouth without shame, but he could also feel the depth of
feeling moving through the room. It made him shove even harder into
Wesley and try to wring every last bit of sensation from the
over-powering rush of climax.
And, in his post-orgasmic stupor, Angel thought about how different this
was. Once he and Will had done things like this to people they intended
to kill after a night of sport, or to those they thought to turn. Now,
as he shuddered along with the lean but strong man in his arms, Angel
knew that for himself, and hopefully Spike as well, those days were long
gone.
THE END
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