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Spike and Angel had become a lot more physical since Angelus’ return. What had started out as reestablishing the bond between sire and childe, had quickly become what they used to have, before Angelus was cursed with a soul. The only issue Spike had with it was that it took them away from Harry. While Spike had given up all pretenses of sleeping on his own- he never really slept well anyway- and essentially moved in with Angel, Harry spent nearly all of his nights between his room at Wolfram & Hart or his apartment.
Spike tried to keep it chaste when Harry was around, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, but Angelus was a handsy bugger and liked to rile him up. So, Harry showing up one night in the middle of them doing the horizontal tango was not something Spike thought would happen.
They both froze as the wizard trudged over to the bed and flopped down face first at the end of it.
“No need to stop on my account.” he murmured into the duvet. That was all the permission Angelus needed to start battering Spike’s prostate like it owed him money. Spike didn’t have much time to say- or even think- anything. He just clung to Angelus and sunk his fangs into his sire’s neck when he came.
The biting was a vampire thing- though it also stopped Spike from doing anything stupid like confessing his feelings in the heat of the moment. When they finished, Angelus collapsed to one side so he wasn’t squishing Spike completely. Both of them looked down at the end of the bed. Harry was moving, crawling his way up the bed to squeeze in between them.
Spike's chest heaved as he licked the last traces of blood from his fangs, the metallic tang grounding him after the rush. Angelus's arm draped possessively over his waist, fingers tracing idle patterns on Spike's hip. Gold and blue eyes locked on Harry. The wizard had burrowed into the space between them like it was the most natural thing, his face flushed and hair tousled from whatever had driven him here in the dead of night.
Harry lifted his head, green eyes meeting Spike's with a mix of exhaustion and something softer, more vulnerable.
“Rough night?” Spike asked, voice rough from the cries he'd bitten back, but he kept his tone gentle, reaching out to brush a thumb along Harry's cheek.
“Something like that,” Harry murmured, his hand finding Spike's thigh under the sheets, squeezing lightly. The touch was tentative, sending a warm spark through Spike.
Angelus shifted, propping himself on an elbow. His gaze softened - that rare, dangerous tenderness that always hit him sideways.
He’s too fragile for this world, Angelus thought. Too bright. And yet he crawls into the dark and makes it home.
“Easy there, Mo Cuishle,” he murmured, the endearment rolling off his tongue before he could stop it. His hand settled on Harry’s shoulder - firm, grounding.
Harry’s flush deepened, but he didn’t pull away.
“You haven’t called me that in a long time,” he murmured.
Angelus’s hand stilled, his demon stirring, restless.
Because I didn’t think I deserved to. Not after everything I did. Not after the things I wanted to do.
Angel surfaced quietly in the back of his mind, voice steady where Angelus’s was all smoke and hunger.
You still don’t. But maybe you can start earning it.
The shift rippled through his eyes - gold bleeding to brown, the edges of his hunger softening into regret.
“Didn’t feel like I had the right to,” Angel said quietly. His tone was all the more intimate for its honesty.
Harry’s eyes flicked between them, searching.
“I… I’ve never done this,” he admitted softly.
Spike raised a brow, tone careful.
“You met Angelus, and he never - ?” he didn’t want to continue the sentence. Harry had been young when he first met Angelus but they all knew Angelus had done worse things to younger people.
Angelus let out a low chuckle, though it didn’t reach his eyes.
“He was close enough to the edge that I wouldn’t have needed to push for him to fall.” His voice was low, a confession in disguise. “It was crueler not to.”
Angel’s thoughts pressed close against his own - not disapproval this time, but understanding.
You don’t have to hide behind cruelty. Not with him. Not with us.
Spike leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Harry’s forehead. “We’ll take care of you, love. Slow and sweet.”
Angelus’s fingers traced down Harry’s arm, possessive yet gentle. For once, both halves of the vampire were aligned - Angel wanted to soothe, Angelus wanted to claim, and somewhere between the two, something like love existed.
Harry relaxed, sinking into their warmth - the steady rhythm of Spike’s hand at his back, Angel’s breath against his neck, Angelus’s quiet hum of approval threading through the air.
***
They started simple, with touches and kisses that built trust. Spike captured Harry's lips in a gentle kiss, slow and exploratory, tongues brushing lightly as Harry's hand rested on Spike's chest. The other vampire sat back, flicking between Angelus’ gold and Angel’s brown- the two warring on who should be in charge. Angel finally settled in front, then joined, nuzzling Harry's neck from behind, lips grazing the skin without fangs, just warm breaths and soft presses.
Harry sighed into the kiss, relaxing between them. Spike's hand slid under Harry's shirt, fingers splaying over his stomach, feeling the rapid flutter of his pulse. “Tell us what feels good,” Spike whispered against his mouth, pulling back to meet those green eyes.
“This,” Harry breathed, guiding Spike's hand higher, to his chest. Angel helped ease the shirt off, movements unhurried, revealing Harry's lean form inch by inch. They took turns kissing his skin - Spike at his collarbone, Angel along his spine - light licks and sucks that made Harry shiver and arch slightly.
When Harry's jeans came off, it was with careful tugs, Angel kneeling to slide them down, pausing to kiss the inside of each thigh. Harry's cock lay half-hard against his belly, and Spike wrapped a loose hand around it, stroking lazily, thumb circling the tip to spread the bead of pre-cum. “Like that?” Spike asked, watching Harry's face.
Harry nodded, biting his lip. “Yeah... more.” Angel moved up, slicking his fingers with lube from the nightstand - always prepared, but now used with patience. He circled Harry's entrance gently, pressing just the tip of one finger in when Harry relaxed, whispering encouragement. “Breathe, Mo Cuishle. I've got you.”
Spike kept the distraction going, mouth on Harry's nipple, sucking softly while his hand pumped in time with Angel's slow intrusion. Harry gasped, but it was pleasure, not pain, his hips lifting instinctively. Angel added a second finger after long minutes, scissoring carefully, curling to brush that spot inside that drew a whimper from Harry.
“Feels... intense,” Harry panted, hand clutching Spike's hair.
“Good intense?” Angel checked, pausing until Harry nodded.
They built him up like that, fingers and mouths working in tandem, until Harry was trembling, close to the edge. “Want you inside,” he pleaded softly, looking at Spike first.
Spike positioned himself carefully, guiding Harry to straddle his lap facing him. With Angel's hand steadying, Harry sank down slowly onto Spike's cock, inch by inch, walls clenching hot and tight around him. They both groaned, but Spike held still, hands on Harry's hips, letting him control the depth. “So good, love. You're doing perfectly.”
Harry rocked gently once seated, finding a rhythm, his own length rubbing against Spike's stomach. Angel knelt behind, kissing Harry's back, one hand reaching around to stroke him in sync. No rush for more - not tonight. This was Harry's first, and they savored it, bodies moving together in a tender dance.
When Harry came, it was with a quiet cry, spilling over Spike's chest, body shuddering in release. Spike followed soon after, thrusting up shallowly, filling him with a low moan.
***
Harry lay boneless between them, chest rising and falling in soft pants, his body still humming from the aftershocks. Spike's arms wrapped around him from the front, cool lips pressing lazy kisses to his temple, while Angel’s larger frame spooned him from behind, one hand resting on Harry's hip. The air smelled of sweat and release, thick with the intimacy they'd just shared.
Angel nuzzled into the crook of Harry's neck, inhaling deeply. “You're incredible, Mo Cuishle,” he murmured, voice a low rumble that vibrated against Harry's skin. His fingers traced soothing circles over Harry's stomach, dipping lower to smear the remnants of his spend into his skin. Harry shivered at the touch, sensitive and spent, but he didn't pull away - instead, he arched back slightly, pressing into Angel's hardness.
“Not done yet?” Harry asked, a shy smile tugging at his lips as he glanced over his shoulder. His green eyes held a spark of curiosity, the vulnerability from before easing into trust.
Angel chuckled softly, fangs grazing Harry's earlobe without breaking skin. His cock throbbed against Harry's ass, thick and insistent, and Harry felt it, his own body responding with a faint twitch despite the ache.
“I want... all of you,” Harry whispered, turning his head to capture Angelus's mouth in a tentative kiss. It was slower than with Spike, exploratory, Harry's tongue darting out to taste the older vampire's lips.
Spike watched them, his hand sliding up to cup Harry's jaw, thumb brushing his cheek. “Easy does it, love. Sire’ll take good care of you.” He shifted to give them space, propping himself on pillows to observe, his own cock softening but stirring at the sight.
Angel deepened the kiss briefly before pulling back, eyes dark with restrained hunger. “On your side, then. Like this.” He guided Harry to roll onto his side facing Spike, lifting one of Harry's legs to hook over his own thigh. The position was intimate, allowing Angelus to press close without overwhelming.
Harry nodded, nerves fluttering but excitement winning out. He reached for Spike, who leaned in to kiss him reassuringly, their mouths moving together in gentle slides. Behind him, Angelus slicked his cock with lube, coating his fingers too for good measure. He worked one digit into Harry's entrance slowly, alongside the lingering warmth from Spike's earlier claim, stretching him further with careful twists.
“Still so tight,” Angel groaned, adding a second finger, pumping them in and out with measured strokes. Harry whimpered into Spike's mouth, the dual sensations - Spike's tongue and Angelus's fingers - building a fresh heat in his core.
“Tell me if it's too much,” Angel said, voice steady as he curled his fingers to massage that sensitive spot inside. Harry's hips bucked involuntarily, a soft moan escaping.
“Feels good... keep going,” Harry breathed, free hand clutching Spike's shoulder.
Satisfied, Angel withdrew his fingers and aligned his cock, the blunt head nudging Harry's rim. He pushed in gradually, inch by thick inch, slow but firm. Harry's walls fluttered around him, hot and welcoming, drawing a hiss from Angel's lips. “Fuck, Mo Cuishle... you're perfect.”
Once fully sheathed, Angel held still, one arm banded around Harry's waist, the other lifting his leg higher for better access. He rocked shallowly at first, testing, his thrusts gentle but deep, each one dragging along Harry's inner walls- teasing. Harry gasped, pushing back to meet him, the fullness intense but not painful.
Spike kissed Harry's neck, then his collarbone, murmuring encouragement. “Look at you, taking him so well. So brave, love.” His hand found Harry's cock, stroking it back to hardness with light pumps, syncing with Angel's rhythm.
The pace stayed unhurried, Angel's hips snapping forward in controlled rolls, his breath hot against Harry's ear. But the scent of Harry's pulse, pounding so close, stirred the vampire's deeper instincts. His fangs extended just enough to prick the skin without piercing.
Harry tilted his head to expose his throat, an unspoken invitation. The grip the vampire had on him became possessive as brown eyes turned gold and Angelus came to the forefront.
Angelus struck then, fangs sinking into the tender flesh with precision - not a brutal bite, but a claiming one, drawing slow pulls of blood that made Harry cry out in pleasure. The sharp sting melted into ecstasy, heightened by the cock sliding in and out of him, filling him completely. Blood welled warm and coppery on Angelus' tongue, rich with Harry's magic, sending fire through his veins.
He drank deeply, savoring the taste, his thrusts increasing with urgency. Harry's body clenched around him, the feeding amplifying every sensation, pushing him toward the edge again.
Spike watched, eyes gleaming with desire, his strokes on Harry's cock quickening. When Angelus finally retracted his fangs, sealing the punctures with a lick, a trickle of blood remained on his lips. He turned toward Spike, capturing the younger vampire's mouth in a fierce kiss.
The blood passed between them in a heated slide of tongues, metallic and vital, Spike moaning as he swallowed it down. It was intimate, possessive - their shared claim on Harry, binding the three in blood and body. Angelus broke the kiss, his hand clamping down on Harry's hip to still him as he slowed his thrusts to teasing drags, keeping Harry teetering on the brink.
“Not yet,” Angelus growled low in Harry's ear, his fingers tightening around Harry's cock base, halting Spike's strokes too. Harry whined, body trembling with need, his ass clenching desperately around Angelus's thick length. The denial burned hot, every nerve alight from the blood loss and the relentless build-up.
“Beg for it, Mo Cuishle.”
“Please… Angelus,” he gasped, voice breaking as he twisted to look back at Angelus, eyes wide and pleading. “Let me come.”
The vampire growled, hand tightening. Spike watched as Harry’s eyes rolled back in his head.
“Master,” he gasped quietly.
Angelus's eyes flashed with dark approval, a smirk curling his blood-smeared lips.
“Good boy.”
He thrust harder once, twice, slamming deep while his hand joined Spike's on Harry's length again, both of them jerking him off in rough, tandem pulls that matched the punishing rhythm.
Harry shattered first, cum spilling over their fingers with a raw shout of “Master!” against Spike's shoulder, his ass tightening rhythmically around Angelus, milking him relentlessly. The squeeze pulled Angelus over, his cock pulsing as he came deep inside, filling Harry with hot seed. Spike licked the blood from Angelus's lips, his own arousal spiking, but he held back, content to bask in the moment.
They stayed connected like that, Angelus softening inside Harry before pulling out carefully, a gush of cum following. Harry moved to settle on his back, his eyes closed in bliss. He cracked an eye open.
“I’ve waited ten years for that,” he said with a sigh.
“You didn’t have to wait for us.” Angelus murmured.
“Of course I did. It was always going to be you, Angelus.”
Angelus leaned over to give him a kiss but Harry stopped him with a hand on his chest.
“Absolutely not. You are not putting your blood covered mouth anywhere near mine.” Spike let out a chuckle.
Angelus scowled at the denial but a purr rose from his chest as Harry ran his fingers through his hair. All three lay content in their own little world.
After a while, Angelus gathered Harry close, while Spike pressed in from the other side, sandwiching their wizard between cool bodies. Spike’s hand automatically came to rest on Harry’s hip. Angelus’ fingers brushed through Spike’s hair, holding them both close. The room went quiet again, softer this time - the kind of quiet that felt safe. For once, there was no edge to it. No tension. Just warmth.
“G’night,” Harry murmured, already half-asleep.
“Night, love,” Spike whispered.
Angelus said nothing - but the arm he left around Harry’s middle spoke volumes. They lay there like that - tangled, unguarded, complete - and for the first time in what felt like forever, none of them dreamt of blood or fire or loss. Just warmth. Just each other.