moonlettuce | pr0n! with vampires! w00t!

'Tis the night before Christmas and all through Wolfram & Hart
Not a person is stirring, not one unbeating heart
Wesley has just gone into a meeting
Where he tries to stop Angel giving Spike a good beating
Angel won't listen, so Wes uses a trick
He gets down on his knees and sucks Angel's dick
Spike gets jealous and demands attention too
And where once there was one dick, Wesley now deals with two
He sucks and slurps, nibbles and licks
The balls in his hand he fingers and flicks
Teeth scrape along a hard, solid shaft
Spike gives a grin and then Wes feels a draught
The remains of Wes's trousers held in his hands
Spike smiles up at Angel, "Just like we planned."
'What do you mean?' Wes wants to ask
But doesn't have time before he's bent over the desk
Four hands and a minute later Wes is totally nude
"See, Spike, told you he wouldn't be such a prude."
"No doubt of that, sire," as fingers trace over his lips
The ice heat from Angel's fingers burning into his hips
"You're beautiful, you know," Spike says as he stands.
"But can you use your mouth as well as your hands?"
Just as Spike's cock seeks entrance to his mouth
Angel's fingers travel decidedly south
They breach his body, covered in slick slippery gel
Wes's dad's voice in his mind says he's going straight to Hell
Angel's fingers twist and move, stretching him with burning heat
And if Hell is like this, Wes is booking a seat
One hard thrust and Angel's buried to the hilt
And all Wes can think is 'God, this guy's built.'
Fingers stroke his cheek and Wesley opens his lips
"Good boy," Spike mutters, and inside he slips
Piercing him both ends, the cocks throb inside him
The vampires stand still, silent beside him
Wesley squirms on the desk, tonguing Spike's cock
Angel solid inside him, hard as a rock
Wanting Angel to move, he pushes right back
And is rewarded for his impatience with a swift hard smack
Wesley whimpers around Spike and starts sucking harder
Hands on Spike's thighs, grasping his partner
Gasps and moans roll through the air
As Spike's fingers move and grab Wesley's hair
If Wes's dad could see him now, he knows he's disown him
But Wes doesn't care, because Angel and Spike own him
He doesn't care one bit that he's fucking the undead
As his tongue licks around a dripping cockhead
His teeth scrape harshly up a rock hard erection
And Wes thinks to himself, 'This night is perfection.'
He begins to suck harder as Spike starts to shake
Wesley wants Spike to give everything he can take
Thrusting in hard, Spike slides in to the root
Screams Wesley's name as he starts to shoot
As a flood of cool come washes down his throat
Spike slips from his mouth with barely a note
A raised eyebrow and smirk has Wes in confusion
Then he becomes re-aware of a solid intrusion
Angel was silent while Wes was blowing his child
Now the throb in his arse is starting to drive Wesley wild
But Angel doesn't move, he stays standing still
The pulsing within Wes a hot, burning chill
Spike crouches down, "We're going to fuck you all night.
It's your own damn fault for being so human, warm and tight."
Wes starts to shudder, needing a touch
The events of the night are getting too much
But Angel's hands hold him down, spreading a slow cold burn
As the vampire leans down and whispers, "Now it's my turn."

Oh my. What will become of our hero? Bent over the desk and impaled on Angel? How will he escape? Does he even want to? For the answers to these and other questions, tune in next time, on 'Claire gets bored at work!'