Fandoms: BtVS

Characters: Xander, Angel & Spike

Type: One off - Stand Alone.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Slash, Kinks

Kinks: Voyeurism.

Disclaimer I don't own the characters or ideas behind BtVS, no money has or will be made from this fic.

Complete: 11th Jun 08. 1220wrds

Summary: They’d been fighting for over an hour when it all fell too quiet and Xander just had to go and see what had happened to cause that.

A/N: Written for my Kink Bingo card: Voyeurism.

Xander looked up as there was a crash from upstairs. He sighed heavily. They’d been fighting flat out for over an hour now and it was getting kind of old. Every so often there’d be the sound of someone slamming into a wall or breaking furniture. He wished that they’d just fuck and get it over with because the unresolved sexual tension between the two was killing not only him but everyone else in the house too. Except this time there was no one to go up there and separate the two and he wasn’t even tempted. Oh no…not him.

It was only when silence fell that he worried. The low level uncertainty made him shift uncomfortable as he now actively trained his ears to listen for any sound. There was nothing. The worry became fear, then outright panic. He put down the file he’d been working on and got to his feet, hedging closer and closer to the staircase, ears still trained. It wasn’t as if he had superhearing but normally they were so loud that he didn’t actually need it.

There still was no sound, in fact the house was now so quiet he could hear his watch ticking and that disturbed him more than anything; he wasn’t used to that level of quiet. Step by step he ascended the stairs cautiously, taking his time just in case it was the lull before the storm. He wondered if it wouldn’t be better to find somewhere else to put the training room then he wouldn’t be almost hysterical with the thought that they might have actually killed each other this time.

He reached the cracked door, it stood slightly open and a little wonky on its hinges and he guessed one of them must have smacked into it at some point. He made a note that it would need repairing. His heart pounded and he was almost hyperventilating as he peered in, looking at the floor for the telltale pile of ashes. He couldn’t see any, but then his eyes came up from the floor and what he did see made his eyes widen almost cartoon-like.

So, they’d finally got passed the UST and were currently making at it like a couple of horny teenagers, and if asked, Xander was going to completely deny that he was getting a happy from watching the tonsil tennis that was currently going on. And oh…was that naughty touching?

He knew he should carefully make his way back downstairs but for some unknown reason he just couldn’t bring himself to leave the image behind. Actually he did know and a little voice in his head, which sounded a lot like Cordy, said that it was because he was a pervert. Just when he thought they were getting to the point that clothes would magically fall off, they stopped.

Angel and Spike smirked at each other, and then the fight was back on. And Xander knew that this time he should leave for the sake of preserving his physical self rather than his pride. But, before he could move, his brain and certain other parts of his anatomy that he tended to do most of his thinking with, noted (not for the first time) the grace with which the two vampires moved: their efficiency of movement; the shift of muscles under clothes; the smiles on their faces that were parts tease and parts pleasure, and; how much their fighting was almost like a dance.

Xander doubted that any Ballet could be so stunning as watching the two of them. And his happy only increased, thick and heavy against his hip. This was so much worse than being a perv. He wasn’t sure what the hell this made him.

Angel got in a series of kicks and blows, going low then high, faking one way then catching the other. Spike blocked, jumped and dipped but the last blow caught him on the back foot and sent him stumbling backwards. Righting himself, he smirked and prowled forward, each of them a dangerous predator.

The human shivered even as his hand slid down rub himself in the disguise of readjusting his cock.

The blows went back the other way this time. Spike executed a perfect roundhouse kick that caught Angel on the shoulder, stunning him but actually making him grin. His answering punch caught the blond full in the smacker and split the smiling lips. Spike’s inhumanly long tongue came out to taste the blood fire gleaming in his piercing blue eyes.

They were getting off on it, Xander realised. This was like sex to them. Damn and he thought he was twisted.

Violence as an aphrodisiac! His breathing hitched slightly.

And as Spike surged forward at Angel the older vampire stepped slightly to the side taking his grandchilde on the left shoulder and using his own momentum to swing him round and pin him firmly against the wall.

The pair smirked at each other and then Angel was claiming Spike’s lips in a fierce kiss that seemed to be all teeth and tongue and hard pressed lips, which left Spike sagging in the strong grip.

Xander had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from moaning at the show. He’d never thought of himself as a voyeur before but as he tried the label on it seemed to fit him just right. And it should disturb him more that he thought Willow would be so proud of him for knowing how to use that word.

This time, he watched as pale strong hands pushed up under the black T-shirt that Spike was wearing and sought out the pale pink nipples that wear hiding under there. The blond threw his head back and groaned loudly as Angel must have located and exploited them. Then Spike did something that Xan thought he’d never see and the vampire probably thought he’d never do: he tilted his head to the side with an obvious invitation to the older and more powerful vampire to drink.

Angel’s face shimmered, unseen by Xander, and he sank his teeth into the exposed pale neck as he rubbed his crotch against the moaning Spike’s jeans clad pelvis.

Xander hadn’t realised he was still rubbing himself until he watched that and with a whimper felt his legs start to tremble as he came.

Oh god.

He didn’t dare look down but he knew there’d be a growing damp patch. He hoped the vampires were too caught up in themselves to notice.

No such luck. As one they turned to look at him, Angel’s features shifting as they did so. There was something that looked like a smirk on their handsome faces and it was the dark-haired broodier vamp that spoke.

“Enjoy the show, boy?”

Xander’s knees did give out then as his life almost flashed before him. He expected to hit the ground but found himself caught on either side by the other two men. He groaned.

“Aw, Sire, think we broke him. And after we went to all that effort to arrange the little treat for him.”

He gaped at them in shock, looking from one to the other until they started laughing.

“Have I mentioned lately how much I hate vampires?” he asked with a groan and they just laughed more.

~Fin~

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