"No. We can't start this way." Xander's eyes were bright and hard, even in the midst of the darkened training room glowing with no more than the steel and flash of the walls and weapons.

"What?" Angel held a long steel pole in his hands, letting it slide to his side and then resting with a soft clink on the floor. If he could have, Angel would have sighed at Xander. He felt that the younger man was always so damn particular about his scenarios. Fighting was never that particular in Angel's experience.

"I mean it. We can't start this way!" Xander turned from facing Angel and walked over to the cd player on the far wall that usually resounded a favorite tune of William during his training times. Xander flipped through a few albums before he slid one of the discs into the player.

Angel rolled his eyes as Xander returned to his marked starting point. The music began to play.

I don't feel nothing at all.

"Is that better?"

"Yes." Xander let his eyes bore down on his sparring partner, bowing himself into a waiting defensive stance. Angel noted the slight improvement, the shift onto the balls of his feet. "You sure you want to go with that weapon?"

Drug market, sub market

Sometimes I wonder if you need me at all

Angel snorted. "This weapon is a superb blunt instrument, whereas wielding that will mean your proximity is closer than I would care to be next to say a Keleroxi demon."

Xander shook his head as Angel felt the cool, round beam slide back into an attack position. "Hello? Sharp and point like scimitars, just hand held."

Grave robber, grave robber

Sometimes I wonder why I even bother

"We'll see." Angel's sparring speed was about a quarter of his maximum speed and only about a third of what he used when he battled William. He had learned long ago never to reveal all of oneself to potential allies or enemies. The deserved paranoia served him well.

Xander easily blocked the first downward attack that followed with a predictable upswing. He noticed the slight nod in Angel's chin and grinned slyly. He turned to lunge with the rounded daggers and found that he almost exposed his back too much, leaving his elbows to twist at an angle and stop the rod from leaving a harsh bruise across his shoulder blades.

Zydrate comes in a little glass vial

And that little glass vial goes into the gun like a battery

"Is that all you got, old man?"

Angel growled in response. "I'm not that old."

Xander didn't feel the blow to his knees quite as much as the wind informed him of the incoming blow. There was a delayed reaction based on adrenaline, but the twinge and the sound were too convincing as Xander watched himself collapse in surprise. He went with the fall, but kept his weapon-based wits about him.

And Amber Sweet is addicted to the knife

And she needs a little help with the agony

Doyle was still shaking from the vision a little. His mind was reeling and his heart racing in a strange and exciting way, no matter how familiar the painful visions became. Doyle was loathed to admit how much he loved the thrill, but life with Angel, and subsequently Xander on occasions, was thrilling. Hell, it was more than thrilling. It was like being in love.

He had forgotten about love, about the passion and intensity. True, he could read poetry on the subject and true, he often looked at Cordelia, and secretly Angel, with a fascinated sort of lust. But actual truth was stranger than fiction. Those damn visions were too much, his brain pumping to enough places. Angel had felt it the first time he had reached out to Doyle, sweeping those monstrous claws he called hands against the bulge. Just briefly enough to know it was there, but not long enough to linger. Doyle had remembered that and taken it out often enough on Xander, who had a half residence in Doyle's half-respectable apartment.

He watched Angel and Xander spar with an odd sort of fascination. He knew those muscles, how they moved and how synchronized they were without a thought. Xander could predict Angel's moves and duck to the side or under, but Angel always had another step to push and a bit further to go. It was the way Angel admired how Xander could squeeze himself out of tight corners with a vague thought for the attack afterwards. It was the goading, the foreplay of battle.

Doyle could still feel how stiff he was from the latest vision. He spoke up with a small peep and then closed his yap, frozen on the stairs, when he witnessed something unbelievable.

Mag's contract has some mighty fine print

And that print puts Mag in a mighty fine predicament

Angel was taking Xander's normal dexterity a mite too personally and wasn't letting him get away with a simple duck and cover. Xander was already sweating and was getting angrier than normal. Doyle noted that this anger was causing him to lose concentration and to fight more savagely with less guard for polite sparring and more creativity.

Angel growled as the dagger came down against some of the buttons on his shirt. "This is one of my favorites."

Xander shook his head as he widened his defense stance, giving him a lower center of gravity. "You can be way too vain sometimes, Dead boy."

Angel let his shirt fall away and Doyle gasped to himself. He had never seen Angel without his shirt and the truth was even nicer than his own naughty fiction. The detail on the muscles, the ivory tone without much blemish, and that Griffin tattoo. He'd not known about that before. And how much that explained would have made Doyle chuckle under other circumstances.

Angel pushed back hard enough on Xander that he skittered to the floor as though he had lost his balance. One of Angel's knees came down hard, pinning Xander's lower half to the floor. The steel rod came down across his chest, pressed firmly by Angel's formidable biceps.

"Do you give?" Angel snarled with the menace of someone toying with his own darker emotions.

Xander smirked. "And what would you do if I said no?"

"Don't challenge me, Harris."

Xander quirked an eyebrow as Angel continued to look as though he were going to breathe heavy and break a sweat at any moment. "I was never one to listen to things that were for my own good."

Then the gun goes somewhere against your anatomy

And when the gun goes off, it sparks and you're ready for surgery

Doyle expected Angel to shift his weight and to rise, leaving Xander to collect himself and steady to his feet. Instead, Angel was still looking at Xander without having moved a muscle. The sound of the rod clanging against the floor as it was swept away echoed through the training room. In an instant, Angel used his fingers to tear Xander's white cotton shirt off. His nails began tracing the goosebumps created by the cool room and the touch of his frosty skin against sweat.

Xander hissed at Angel's touch, completely comfortable at being toyed with by a centuries old vampire. Doyle, though, could feel all of his available blood running to his favorite organ, which was currently becoming inconsolably rock hard. He wanted to mimic dialogue that wasn't there or announce his presence. All Doyle could merely do, however, was watch.

Angel's scraping fingernails were traded for a set of fangs that left tiny dot-shaped bruises around Xander's nipples. Angel continued the trend upward, using a free hand to caress Xander's bulge while letting his tongue and fangs make the tender area right under his collarbone extremely sensitive. The intensity of the sexual attack rose Xander's chest off the floor just a bit, until Angel pushed him down.

"Is that all you've got, Angel?"

Xander tried to slide away so he could work his pants off, but Angel would have none of that. His reflexes as sharp as ever, Xander found himself nearly sliding across the floor until he was standing against the empty weapons rack with Angel's hard body filling all the space behind him.

"Watch your tone, boy. I've taken a lot of insolence from you in the past and I always wanted to fill that mouth with something you could gag on. Don't test me."

Xander chuckled. "You're about to impale my ass. I don't see how I couldn't argue."

"Dru had a lot of lip, a lot of reservations. I broke her. I can break you." Angel hissed.

Xander sighed. "Please do."

Angel snorted, pushing himself away. "That's way too easy."

Xander turned and shrugged. "So seduce me, then. I can pretend to be innocent or that I haven't wanted you ever since you left Sunnydale. Hell, I could even lie about visiting Cordy since all I ever wanted was, well, a glimpse of what I'm getting now."

"And Anya?"

Xander scoffed. "She's not stupid. And it's not like she didn't assume certain things when Spike was sleeping...in the basement."

Angel growled, closing the space between himself and Xander until Xander felt himself back against the weapons rack again, sure to have lines from the weight of Angel's pressure in the morning. "You and William?"

"God, no! You think I would...wow, you must have a really low opinion of me."

Angel sighed. "Lord, what fools you mortals be."

Xander nudged Angel's bicep with a soft fist. "Don't tell me that you're getting jealous now." When Angel didn't respond right away, he found that Xander's soft fist was becoming fingers that were tracing his body like a sculptor with clay might do. "Because there was never any contest. If anything, I should be jealous of Spike."

"You want to find out what there was to be jealous of?"

Xander raised an eyebrow. "It's not as thought I never thought about it."

Angel didn't stop Xander as those sweeping fingers moved from bicep to nipple and then downwards, across his chest and stomach. His eyes focused back onto Angel's eyes as he found himself at the belt buckle. Doyle's mouth went dry as he watched Angel's pants drop to the floor and the vampire step away from them. Turning as though he knew Doyle were there, Angel let his arm go across Xander so he could steady himself with the weapons rack.

Xander's head slid down to work on the Irish shaft. Angel was pretty hard, but not at full mast yet. He closed his eyes and purred as Xander found himself taking quite a bit of meat down his throat, but never quite making it to the pubic end of the shaft. Angel's cock rolled around Xander's cheeks and Doyle found that his hand was in his pocket while he played with himself.

Shrugging as he checked the training room door to make sure it was locked, Doyle unzipped his own pants quietly and settled back on the stairs for a good wank while watching Angel and Xander fuck extremely slowly. They moved toward pleasure at a nearly glacial pace, testing boundaries and sparring as though this were just another battle to be won.

Doyle found his free hand roaming up against his chest, remembering the way Xander felt behind him and in front of him. He knew the warmth of that body against the beads of water from the shower head. He knew the intensity of that glare and that rocketing glaze that formed over the eyes moments before you both leap over the edge. In this case, Angel was the mystery and Doyle needed to know more.

"You're pretty good with that foreskin."

Xander looked up at Angel and smirked, taking a moment to release his lips from Angel's cock and run his tongue along the balls, freeing his own snake from his pants and letting his legs casually slide away. "I've had a little bit of practice."

"Who?"

"How many hot uncut cocks do you know?"

"Doyle?!" The half-demon on the stairs stopped stroking and jumped at the sound of his own name.

Xander rose, pressing his flesh into Angel so that he could stroke both of them at the same time. "You didn't know? By the way he likes to be fucked, I'd say you could have us both if you want."

Angel purred into Xander's ear. "But he isn't here right now, is he?"

Xander found strong arms spinning him round. His hands spread into the space Angel had left him, nearly parallel now that both of Angel's arms were attached to the weapons rack. "So you fucked Doyle?"

Xander chuckled. "Don't you believe in mutual demon admiration? Think male demons weren't going to notice things about me too?"

Angel's fist began to change into claws. "Did that get you off? The change and the emotional charge that close to ejaculation? Did his tight, green body send you into a frenzy?"

"Oh, God." Xander could feel Angel's cock finally harden all the way. He was securely in place for a raw bare backing and Angel seemed only too happy to oblige. Angel used the muscles in his pelvis to trace the line of Xander's ass and to tease the area beneath, slapping his cock against the back of Xander's balls. "Stop taunting me, Angel."

"It's almost too fun not too. I love the way you squirm, that you know it's gonna be a little rough. But you want it a little rough, don't you?"

Xander breathed heavily. "Yeah."

Angel removed one hand from the rack and sandwiched his body over Xander's, stroking the younger man's cock as he eased his own in slowly to the tight hole. Doyle stroked himself furiously, licking his lips and controlling his demon side as much as he could. He loved watching himself cum as a human and he didn't really want to give his presence away now. The free hand found itself popping shirt buttons so that he could breathe easier as his whole body gave way to its sexual tension.

Angel waited for Xander to make some form of noise before he began thrusting in manly waves. He knew that Xander was trying not to give too much room, but he wanted Angel to slam against his prostate. He wanted to feel every jolt and every muscle tense. He wanted to bite Xander the instant he was going to cum, to lick away a faint trace of blood along with the boy's semen.

Xander backed into each thrust with a faintly vocal groan. Angel was the master of his thrust and quite capable at driving impatient Xander insane. Doyle longed to bolt over to that weapons rack stark naked and feel the pounding from Angel's thrusts while Xander's cock was inside his mouth, pre cum leaking onto his tongue.

Doyle stopped to finger himself when Angel began to furiously thrust. He didn't want to cum before they did. It was awe-inspiring watching Angel fuck. He was like an Irish train, male poetry in motion. His face wavered between transformation and human bliss. He snarled silently, using Xander's body as a beautiful canvas for the art of fucking.

Then he slammed back into Xander and Xander found himself without words as he began to cum. Angel tore out of Xander's ass with great speed and pushed Xander out enough so that he could fit in between the rack and the young body ejaculating. Angel stroked himself as Xander came across his chest, hot cum dripping down towards the stiff cock and balls.

Doyle and Angel stroked themselves furiously, Doyle shaking slightly even though he was reclining on the stairs. He bit down on his lip as he began to cum in a long stream across his chest at least three times. Angel gave a roar and howl as Xander reached down with a glazed expression on his face and massaged Angel's balls, fondling them as he came like a volcano.

Xander watched the last of Angel's cum leak from his uncut cock before he spoke, causing Angel to smirk. "Maybe next time Doyle would like to do more than just watch."