It took Xander and Shane almost half and hour to work their way through the backstage area, and Xander found that his erection wasn't fading in the least, pressing strongly against the zipper of his soft, brown leather pants. Shane stayed close, and Xander could smell her light perfume. He found himself enjoying the girliness of her. No matter how much he loved Spike and gloried in the sight, sound, taste and feel of him, he still liked girls - their softness and sweetness. As a man who had spent his formative years surrounded by women, he was never going to lose his girl-love.

They made it almost to the door before an assistant ran up with a cell phone, holding it out to Xander. "It's that reporter you promised that interview to," the man said.

Xander sighed and took the phone. He spoke into it for a moment, asking the reporter to hold and led Shane to the limo. Isha opened the back door and ushered them inside before returning to the front of the car. Spike was sprawled across the back seat, drinking a beer. The top two buttons of his black leather trousers were unbuttoned, and his black tee shirt was rucked up a little to expose his pale, chiseled abdomen.

"Hey, love," Spike said as Xander and Shane seated themselves.

Xander leaned across Shane's knees to kiss Spike deeply, slipping a hand into the open fly of his pants and lightly rubbing his cock, which was stone-hard and wet at the tip. Xander pulled back and licked his fingers, grinning when Spike groaned.

"Spike, this is Shane; Shane, Spike." They shook hands gravely and Xander gestured toward Spike with the cell phone. "This is a reporter. You need to answer a few questions." He handed the phone to a suddenly scowling Spike and pressed the intercom button. "Isha, take the long way to the hotel, half an hour at least," he instructed.

Spike gave a long-suffering sigh and took the waiting call off of hold. "Spike," he said.

Xander watched Spike's face for a moment, knowing from his expression that what he was hearing from the other end was nothing new. Spike's interviews had become fairly clockwork, with the questions screened beforehand to make sure nothing too freaky got through. When Spike started detailing his musical influences to the reporter, Xander decided to up the stakes.

He reached over and tangled his fingers into Shane's long hair, gently pulling her face to his. She smiled and leaned into the kiss. Xander closed his eyes and flicked his tongue into her mouth, tasting some sort of sweet girly drink and the slickness of her lip gloss. He heard Spike draw in a sharp breath.

By the time Spike had finished answering the first question and moved on to discussing the current tour, Xander had Shane's blouse unbuttoned and was moving his mouth away from hers and down to her full breasts. He made sure to turn her body so that Spike could see his teeth toying with one nipple while his fingers pinched the other to hardness. Shane's hands were in his hair, her head thrown back, but she hadn't made a sound.

Xander took his hand away from Shane's breast and put it back into Spike's pants, drawing his cock out and stroking it lightly. Within seconds, his hand was joined by Shane's smaller one, and they made a game of it, her fingers chasing his around the silk-over-steel flesh while he moved his mouth from one of her nipples to the other, licking and biting.

Spike answered a question about his new album.

Xander moved again, reaching down to undo Shane's jeans and help her wiggle out of them. Beneath them, she was wearing a plain, white thong, and he left it in place. "Suck him," he instructed, kissing her hard on the mouth. "He tastes good."

Shane grinned and leaned over to take Spike's cock in her mouth, turning so that her ass was toward Xander. The two men locked eyes for a moment, until Spike's slipped closed in ecstacy. Xander returned his attention to Shane, tracing the thin strip of material that ran between her legs. He moved it to the side and slipped the tip of one finger into her folds. She bucked back against his hand, and Xander heard Spike make a tiny, stifled noise. Their eyes met again, and Xander pulled his finger away from Shane and used it to paint Spike's lips with her juices. Spike lapped at the finger appreciatively, his eyes burning.

Xander reached over Shane to start sliding Spike's pants off. Luckily, he had already removed his boots. Once the pants were gone, Xander took Shane's hand and looked at it. Good, short nails. He held her hand in his and used them to cup Spike's balls while rummaging in the limo's small storage compartment with the other. He found what he was looking for and flipped the top of the small tube of lubricant. He pulled Shane's hand back and poured some onto their linked fingers before moving them back between Spike's legs. Spike obligingly scooted down on the seat, spreading his legs. Shane followed, still sucking his cock. She followed Xander's lead, waiting as he slid one finger into Spike's ass, holding still for a moment before pushing in and out a few times. Xander pulled his finger out and took her hand again, sliding back in with his finger and hers together, showing her what to do.

Spike bit back a moan and answered a question about a recently televised performance.

Xander slid two fingers into Spike along with one of Shane's. With his other hand, he pressed two fingers inside of her, leaning down to kiss first the back of her neck, and then the twitching muscles of Spike's abdomen.

Spike hung up the phone and all three of them moaned aloud.

"Jesus Christ, Xander," Spike said. "I have no idea what I just told that woman. God, that's good, honey, suck me harder."

Xander laughed and freed his hands from both of them. "You did fine, Spike, now fuck her and let me get my pants off so I can fuck you."

"Yes, love," Spike said, gently pulling Shane away from his cock so he could kiss her. She smiled and slipped onto her back on the limo seat, wiggling out of her panties as she went. Xander slapped a condom into Spike's hand before kicking off his boots and struggling out of his pants. Spike suited up and was inside Shane in an instant, both of them grunting as he seated himself fully. Xander retrieved the lube and slicked his own cock, then slammed into Spike at full force, ramming himself home.

Shane wrapped her long legs around both of them, and Xander braced his hands on the seat, taking charge, fucking Shane through Spike, each of his thrusts rocking Spike deeper into her, the answering pressure of her heels in his back closing the circuit, starting the chain reaction all over again.

"Oh, God, Xander," Spike said. "She feels so good, you feel so good, can't last."

Xander looked at Shane's face over Spike's shoulder, and she was biting her lip, hard. "Don't hold back, baby," he told her. "This is only the beginning." She nodded, and he could see the tension building in her face. He fucked harder, driving himself into Spike relentlessly, knowing Shane was feeling every bit of their combined force. He watched her face. Her eyes went unfocused as she started to come, and her spasms set Spike off. The chain reaction of Spike's impossibly tight ass clenching on his cock sent Xander over the edge, and he came hard, sinking his teeth into Spike's shoulder.

Somehow, after a few minutes of panting and trembling, they managed to reverse their positions so that Xander was on his back with Spike plastered to his chest. Shane slipped away long enough to pull the condom off of Spike and dispose of it, and then she was back, draping herself over both of them, her cheek against Spike's shoulder, her eyes closed. Xander placed a soft kiss under Spike's ear and wrapped his arms around both of them. It was going to be a good night.