__Two Watchers and a Vampire__
By Jae Kayelle



Angel wasn't sure what to expect. If Rupert said Wesley was good, then he'd take his word for it. Still, it seemed weird to be about to make love to his boyfriend and another man who happened to be one of his best friends. In his 250 years he'd participated in so many variations of the sexual act he'd lost track of the count and the kinds. A threesome was nothing new. It was the fact that this was Wesley whom Rupert seemed to think was some kind of stud that was throwing him off balance.

Wesley?

Giles clearly wanted to do this threesome but when he glanced at Angel, his smile faded slowly. He half-turned away from Wesley with a diffident look.

"I'm sorry," he said to Angel. "I should have told you."

"Told me what?" Angel grew concerned. He realized that something was bothering Rupert. They had had their ups and downs the past year, their relationship hitting a few snags due to distance and other complications. He hoped this wasn't another big problem. Still, they had managed to work through the others. They could work through this one, too.

Giles seemed uneasy as he met Wesley's eyes. The other Watcher smiled reassuringly and Giles returned his attention to Angel.

"It's Wesley. We were only together for a few weeks before he had to move on, but I. for me. the feelings were strong. I wanted to tell you but then he left town and I thought it was over."

Giles stared hard into Angel's eyes. It wasn't his way to beg or plead but it was obvious he wanted Angel to understand.

"What about. us?" As he asked the question, Angel was gripped with a depressing anxiety. He hated it when his emotions got the better of him. He was supposed to be stoic. People expected it of him.

Alarmed, Giles grabbed Angel's arms and hauled him closer.

"No! It's not what you think. I never stopped loving you. That's what confused me -- slowed me in telling you. I wasn't sure how you would feel about sharing. I mean, a casual threesome is one thing -- we've done it before -- but with real feelings involved."

Angel gestured for him to stop talking and he paced away, thinking hard. How did he handle this?

He turned back and studied Rupert's face. There was worry there and love, a lot of love. His mood lightened considerably.

Then his gaze slid past him to settle on Wesley.

"It's okay."

"Are you sure.?"

"Yes." His voice was strong, confident.

Out of the corner of his eye Angel saw Rupert track where he was staring. He knew Rupert would figure it out. By now they could almost read each other's minds.

Giles stared at Wesley, too, and smiled. He turned to Angel.

"Good."

"Oh yeah."

They traded a look that repaired the tiny rift between them. It was like it had never been there at all.

It was Wesley's turn to be apprehensive. He approached them slowly, appearing to gather courage with each step. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed convulsively.

He looked from one to the other, his gaze hesitant as his blue eyes travelled over Angel's face, searching for something. Then he smiled tenderly at Giles, the lines of tension melting away, and he leaned in to kiss him hard on the mouth. They indulged in the kiss for a minute or so, relishing the action, their contact mainly through lips and tongues while Giles draped one arm over Wes's shoulder and the younger man put his hand at Giles' hip. Then they closed the distance, wrapping their arms around each other, grinding their pelvises together. Finally, Wesley pulled back and flicked his eyes over to shyly meet Angel's. "I would like it if you would kiss me."

"I like it when you're so direct." Angel walked closer. Giles stepped away but did not go far. He remained near with his hand on the small of Angel's back.

Wesley and Angel's mouths met tentatively as they found their way with each other. Angel held Wesley's face between the palms of his hands. He explored that sensuous mouth as thoroughly as he liked, using all the expertise he had on kissing. Knowing that Rupert approved freed him to follow his passions and his passion for Wesley had been building for the better part of a year. Only his love for Rupert and his commitment to him had stopped Angel from pursuing his interest in the younger man.

They were really getting into it when Wesley twisted away, panting. His eyes were shining with desire as they locked onto Angel's. He backed off a few steps, shaking his head when Angel started to follow. Haltingly, bewildered, Angel came to a stop. He looked at Giles who seemed curious.

Wesley went to the far side of Angel's bed, removing his shirt. Angel and Giles watched as each button was pushed through its hole and as another inch of skin was revealed. Then the last button was undone and Wesley was pulling the shirt off his shoulders. His chest had a light covering of dark hair. It started too low for Angel to have seen in everyday interaction with him. Wes rarely undid more than the top two buttons and quite often wore a t-shirt under his button-down shirts. He was surprisingly broad across the upper torso and leanly muscled. Angel just stood and stared, taking pleasure in the beauty of the younger man.

A low chuckle brought him back to himself. He looked at Giles who was busy removing Angel's shirt for him.

"Our friend doesn't have a lot of patience. You'll find that if you don't get a move on he will take things in hand." Giles paused, his green eyes lifting to meet Angel's dark ones as he considered his words. "Of course, that's not such a bad thing." He chuckled again.

Angel looked over Rupert's shoulder at Wesley. He stood with hands on hips, shirt off, belt hanging open, his trousers unbuttoned and the fly drawn partway down. The dark hair of his chest extended in a line down through his belly button and presumably spread out into a thicker patch, the top of which could just be seen above where the zipper stopped. The way the baggy khakis hung off his hips, it was difficult to tell how aroused he was, but there was something happening down there. A bulge tented the front of his pants. Wesley had the oddest expression on his face. It was like he knew he was gorgeous, had dealt with it and was now waiting for some action. It was totally unlike the Wesley he thought he knew. He looked so hot. Angel sucked in a breath he didn't need.

Remembering his long-time lover was also in the room, he turned to him.

"Sorry, sweetheart." He leaned forward and kissed Giles on the mouth.

Giles kissed him back, deeply, then caressed Angel's chest with his fingertips sending shivers of desire through the vampire.

"It's all right. He is quite lovely, isn't he?"

They both looked at the other man. Wesley tipped his head to the side. Then he removed his glasses and turned to put them on the bedside table. The play of lightly tanned skin sliding across long muscles wet Angel's mouth. He felt his cock jerk to life inside his pants.

"Oh yes," Giles was also affected by the sight. He hissed low in his throat as he rapidly removed his clothing.

Wesley, who apparently had only been waiting to see if they were going to join him, quickly stripped off as well.

Angel hurried to catch up. When he was naked he let his eyes drift to Giles and licked his lips. Rupert might be middle-aged but he was in great shape and had his own beauty, which he carried well. Angel loved his body and his mind with or without a gorgeous young stud in the room. Staring at him made Angel grow harder.

"God, I want you so much," he told him.

Giles met his stare and smiled devilishly. They embraced and kissed with increasing ardour, hands relentlessly in motion threading through hair and gripping faces and shoulders, roaming low to caress each other's buttocks.

Needing air, Giles broke the kiss. Wrenching his mouth away from Angel's he said, "I want you too but you are neglecting your guest."

Mildly puzzled as to why Rupert was so insistent that he should have sex with Wesley, Angel tore his gaze from his boyfriend and looked at the younger Watcher.

Wesley lounged on the far side of the bed, propped up on one elbow and idly stroking his erect cock.

It was big. It was really big.

"No wonder you wear baggy pants," Angel murmured. "If everyone knew what you were hiding in there you'd never get out of bed."

The smile that crossed Wesley's face was actually rather bashful. He lowered his gaze.

Giles knelt on the bed, tugging Angel's hand to get him to follow. The vampire needed no other urging, as eager as he was to get on with it.

They crawled over to lie beside Wesley, Angel behind Giles. Wesley took Giles into his arms, rolling over onto his back. The two men kissed frantically suddenly seized with intense need.

"I missed you," Wesley whispered between kisses. "I'm so sorry I ran away. Please forgive me?"

Blinking in surprise, Giles said, "I thought you were called away."

"My feelings for you were becoming so intense they frightened me. I made up the story about being called back to England and I ran," he finished miserably.

Giles gazed down into the blue eyes. "Oh my dear. I had no idea it went both ways. I thought it was all on my side. Of course I forgive you. There's nothing to forgive. It's all right." He caressed Wesley's face.

Offering a tentative smile, Wesley pressed up and tenderly kissed Rupert's lips. "That pleases me. I..must confess a certain attraction for Angel as well."

"Is that all you feel for me? Fondness?" Angel asked, moved by their hushed conversation it and encouraged by it. He also noticed Rupert's gentle smile that had appeared after Wesley's declaration.

"It's far more than mere affection, Angel, but I never knew how to tell you." Wesley seemed uncertain about how his confession had been received.

Angel leaned down and kissed Wesley on the cheek, trailing his fingers over the lips that exert a pull on him. Impulsively he kissed them too then lifted his head to rest it briefly against Rupert's shoulder.

"I'm glad you finally told me."

Giles let one hand trail down to the prominent organ between Wesley's legs, running his fingers along the shaft in long smooth strokes. Wesley closed his eyes momentarily in obvious rapture. Looking over Giles' shoulder, Angel reached out and copied the movement on his boyfriend's cock. Then he encircled it with his fist and Rupert slowly thrust into it. Angel kissed Giles' shoulder and arm down to his elbow, licking the crook of it. Rupert made a small noise in his throat.

Wesley squirmed out from under Giles and pushed him onto his back, taking charge of the situation. Getting up on his knees, he straddled his fellow Watcher but remained raised over him looking down with interest at Giles' own considerable erection brushing the inside of Wesley's thigh. Unexpectedly, Wesley leaned over and kissed Angel thoroughly and passionately, catching the vampire off guard and leaving him reeling.

"I'll get back to you," Wesley promised huskily. Then he swooped down on Giles. Shifting around, he ended up between Rupert's legs spreading them wide. Angel snapped his gaze to his boyfriend's face. Wesley's oversized penis looked like it might do some damage. Giles, however, was relaxed and looking unconcerned as though he trusted Wesley not to hurt him.

"Rupert."

Giles switched his gaze from the man kneeling over him to Angel and beckoned.

"It's all right, luv. Come join us."

Then Wesley lay down between Rupert's legs, nestling his face in the coarse hair. His nose nudged Giles' balls before his tongue darted out to lick very slowly from the base of the cock to the tip. He busied himself swirling around the crown then took the head into his mouth. Giles' eyes shut partway as he reached out to pet the thick head of dark hair bent over his groin, his face reflecting his pleasure at the attention he was receiving.

While Wesley worked on Giles, Angel's hand strayed to his own cock, stroking it without thought. It was a turn-on watching another man make love to his boyfriend, another man for whom he also held strong feelings. Wanting to be a part of it, he crawled closer and leaned over Wesley's shoulder to kiss Giles. Rupert's eyes opened wide and he reached up to drag Angel closer. Their tongues battled for domination in what was a sensual kiss, heightened by the fact that Wesley was diligently giving Rupert a talented blowjob.

Giles lost his concentration in the middle of the kiss, groaning into Angel's mouth. Angel broke it off when it was obvious Rupert had forgotten what he was doing. Giles began thrusting up into Wesley's mouth, his knees raised and spread wide. Angel watched as his lover began mindlessly chasing his climax. Wesley wasn't ready to let him catch it yet, though, and continually switched his technique, labouring with his lips and tongue and hands, always keeping Rupert on the edge. He pushed the tip of his tongue into the slit of Giles' cock and worked it around then played with the vein on the underside of the shaft, making Rupert squirm, his hips shifting up and down in total abandonment. When at last Giles was allowed to reach the peak he came so forcefully that Wesley shuddered with the intensity and Angel, who was still leaning over him, felt it too. The quakes that rocked Giles' frame shot straight through Wesley into Angel.

Wesley licked the cum off his lips then began to clean up Giles. Angel got down beside him, wanting a taste and helped by swiping his tongue up the side of Giles' only slightly softened shaft.

"That's my man," he said proudly. "Still ready to go."

Giles gave him a smile that showed he was a bit drained but not down for the count. He lovingly ran his fingers across Angel's cheek.

Angel returned to his cleanup duties. He stuck his tongue out to catch a latent emission and found Wesley's tongue arriving at the same time. They accidentally tangled with each other a couple of times and then deliberately exchanged a kiss around Rupert's smooth cock. Angel tasted Giles on Wesley. It was exciting experiencing Rupert's cum mingling with the flavour of another man's mouth.

The heat radiating off Wesley seared Angel's skin.

Suddenly he needed more. Looking into Wesley's eyes he saw that they had changed from the greyish blue from earlier to a vivid bright blue. They were so beautiful.

Their kiss was deep and meaningful. On their knees over Giles it grew more and more ardent until their bodies melded together. Wesley pulled Angel across to his side of Giles and they fell to the bed beside him, rolling together. Giles stretched out beside them, watching, keeping one hand on whoever was closest.

"Need. need to." In the heat of the moment Angel lost his ability to speak, descending into grunts and groans.

Wesley ended up on top again. His hands moved skilfully all over Angel's body, stroking, caressing, and rubbing. It felt like Angel was being charged with electricity everywhere Wesley touched him.

The dark haired young man eased off but did not stop altogether.

"Do you have anything.?" He glanced towards the bedside table. The usual place where one kept such things.

"Yeah," Angel answered but Giles moved first.

"Let me." He leaned over and opened the drawer removing a tube and a condom.

Giles handed the lubricant to Wesley who squeezed some onto his palm and passed the tube back to Rupert. Giles took it then waited until Wes rolled a condom down his own shaft before reaching around to liberally coat it for him. Then Wes stroked Angel's anus pushing inside slightly with one finger, deeper and deeper before inserting a second finger.

The sensation of anything inside him always made Angel go a little crazy but when Giles moved from behind Wesley to lick the vampire's chest and belly, Angel had to fight to keep from vamping out in sheer bliss. Rupert dragged his tongue across the taut muscles of Angel's stomach, dipping into his navel, tickling it, and travelling upwards over the sternum to settle on a nipple. While he fixated on that, Wesley continued to probe with his fingers. Angel panted heavily at the dual sensations. Rupert glanced back at Wesley who nodded and Angel realized that these two had developed their own shorthand style of communicating not unlike what he shared with Giles.

He had barely absorbed that when Wesley thrust into him. As his cock staked him Angel arched up, drawing his legs towards his chest.

"Rupert, get behind me," Wesley grunted. "I..believe I saw at least one more condom in that drawer. I want you inside me.. when I come."

Angel gasped. "Better..hurry. Wesley is.. good. We can come together."

Giles quickly retrieved another condom, rolled it onto his shaft, which was hardening again and used more of the jelly to prepare Wesley.

With a bit of manoeuvring Angel ended up with his legs over Wesley's shoulders. Wes leaned down far enough so that he and Angel were in each other's faces. Consequently, Angel saw the younger man's mouth open in an abrupt exhale and knew that Rupert had just impaled him.

Angel pretty much lost it after that. He grunted and heaved up meeting the thrusts of the two men on top of him. His eyes were wild. At some point in the throes of passion he noted in one tiny part of his practically non-functioning brain, that his boyfriend's green eyes were glazed over as he wrapped the man in his arms in a fierce embrace. Wesley was in a similar state fighting to concentrate on what he was doing and not just on what was being done to him. Two pair of hands snaked down to grasp Angel's cock, pulling on it together.

Angel screamed. He actually heard himself scream as he came. Wesley pulsed inside him and then a warm feeling spread throughout Angel's insides. Rupert groaned deeply, his hips jerking, and he sagged against Wesley's back. Letting his legs drop to the mattress, Angel felt something indefinable ooze out of him, worried that it might have been his soul then realized it couldn't be that because he was literally basking in the love of his two partners. Angelus could never appreciate such a sensation.

While Rupert and Wesley took care of the necessities of disposal and cleanup, Angel took advantage of their brief absence to climb under the covers of his bed. His lovers returned with two warm and wet cloths and used them to clean up the evidence of his orgasm. Then they climbed into bed on either side of him. Angel snuggled down into the pillows. Rupert slipped his arm around Angel's middle and settled his chin on the vampire's shoulder. On the other side Wesley cuddled as close as he could and reached across so that he had possession of both of them.

"What are you thinking, luv?" Giles asked Angel.

Stretching contentedly, Angel replied, "I'm thinking about how lucky I am. If all the other vampires could see me now they'd want a pair of Watchers of their very own."

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