Sated

Title: Sated
A BTVS Erotic Drama in Novel Form.
By: Ozmaus
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Summary: It's the summer of 2002. Buffy, Xander, and Faith hit the road, looking for fun and adventure. Then a murder takes place, setting a course of events into motion that none of them could have possibly imagined.

Spoilers: Okay, end of season six, except Joyce never died in season five. Buffy did die and was brought back. Xander and Anya broke up in early 2001. They are friends only. Faith was released from jail on parole in October 2001. Xander helped her get a place to stay and a job. Xander and Buffy secretly hooked up a month before this road trip. Did you get all that?

Rating: Extremely NC 17 for Violence and Intense Sexual Situations. This will contain F/F, M/F, and F/M/F Three-Way Sex. Rough Sex and Light Bondage as well. You have been warned.

Category: Drama/Romance/Angst

Couples. B/X, F/X, F/B and B/X/F

Beta Read By: Lorificus
Side Note: The last 35% percent was done by me. All errors are mine.

Distribution: Anywhere as long as you tell me first.

Feedback: mrsinister@mailhost.chi.ameritech.net

Author’s Notes: This is going to be a steamy novel with dark overtones. It's filled with romance, murder, mystery, and sexual awakenings. This is a very adult, very real world I am attempting to create here. I want you to read parts of this and almost not be able to breathe.

Authors Notes 2: As usual in my NC-17 fics, assume the Watcher's Council provides 100% not-one-little-guy-getting-through birth control to their Slayers. This is fanfic, not real life. Wrap it up every time.


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The Magic Box
Friday, June 3, 2002 11:30 PM
Sunnydale, Ca


Buffy exhaled in a harsh breath when Xander pushed her down hard on the practice mat in the back room of the Magic Box. She looked up, watching as has he flung his jacket across the room. Blades of moonlight criss-crossed both of them as Xander stalked her with an almost predatory intent.

"Are you going to shut the fuck up for once?"

The Slayer awakened.

She rose quickly, and with the palm of her hand, shoved Xander's chest until he stumbled backwards and fell to the hardwood floor just outside the mat. She moved with cat-like agility, pouncing on top of him, grabbing both his wrists and pinning them above his head. "Fuck you, Xander. You don't tell me what to do, ever."

Being the Slayer gave her amplified strength, but didn't increase her weight. Xander shifted his whole body, using her smaller one against her. Her rolled over, now on top, reached behind her head and grabbed a fistful of her ponytail, yanking hard. "You are such bitch sometimes."

Buffy growled as she peered up at him. "Don't ever call me a bitch." Her knee thrust to his crotch knocked him off of her. For effect, she kick flipped to her feet and lunged at him as he lay sprawled on his back.

Xander quickly rolled out of the way. Buffy landed on her stomach and
Xander quickly straddled her back. His hands wrapped around her wrists and roughly yanked them behind her, causing her to groan in pain. "You are a bitch," he spoke ice cold into her ear. "The world doesn't revolve around you."

A back head butt split Xander's lip, knocking him off of her. Buffy quickly straddled his thighs. She watched the trickle of blood fall down his lips and felt a hunger she never thought was possible.

Catching her off guard, Xander sat up quickly, returning her head butt with force. Now back on top of her, he swung back and slapped her face hard, turning her head sideways.

Buffy's face was flushed, red and shocked from his blow. He towered over her now, glaring, angry and powerful above her. "Don't you ever hit me again."

"Or what?"

Xander was flipped over his head so fast, and so far away, that he landed back on the training mat. He didn't even know what hit him.

Buffy now towered over him. Her hair was a mess, the ponytail long gone. Her forehead had a small cut with the barest trace of blood showing. A purple bruise swelled right next to it. "You hit like a girl."

Shocking her, Xander used the back of his heels and kicked her ankles out from under her. Buffy was first to her feet, but Xander drove his shoulder into her ribs, crushing her up against the wall. Buffy drove her elbow into his back, then used a knee thrust his chest, sending him flying backwards, grimacing on the mat.

Xander's breathing turned very heavy, his eyes shut, mouth open, gasping for air. Buffy grabbed his wrists again and smashed them above his head.

"I am so fucking wet right." ."

And that was end end of foreplay.

Xander's eyes snapped open. He swallowed hard as Buffy began her slow descent. She stopped millimeters from his mouth, and lashed a drop of blood dangling from his lip. "Who's the bitch now?"

"Tease."

Her smile spoke of a darker nature. It widened when he struggled against her grasp. This time she positioned her body right over his now rock-hard cock. Blue eyes met brown in the dark of the training room. Both were straining through labored breaths.

Buffy simply attacked his mouth, releasing his hands so that they could unbuckle her jeans while her hands grappled at his shirt. She ravenously slid her lips over his, tasting his blood, his soul, everything that he was. Encouraged, Xander slanted his mouth over hers, devouring her lips, ignoring the pain he was in. All he could do was kiss through his anger, lapping and nipping at her lips.

He was addicted to her. He was an addict, and he couldn't get enough of her.

Their lips parted only in sec seconds it took to remove clothes, both cursing at even the fraction of a second’s loss of contact. With her jeans off, Xander simply tore her panties from her hips, ruining the lace. When Buffy unzipped his jeans she completely ripped the zipper off, taking his boxers with it.

Finally naked, they were kissing again, hot and heavy, wet, tongues thrusting, hands touching, grasping at heated flesh. Buffy's lips were so soft to him, her mouth was burning. Her tongue darted out to lick Xander's bottom lip and he groaned right into her mouth and wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her into him. His cock lay nestled in the damp blonde curls surrounding her sex. He deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth, battling with her tongue, licking her teeth and lips. Buffy's fingers combed through his hair, her nails scratching at his scalp while she massaged her clit against his shaft, rocking up and down.

Buffy took his bottom lip in between hers and nipped it, then sucked on it. Xander groaned again, tightening his grip on her. Xander squeezed her ass as hard as he could, molding his fingers to her body. Her hands had made it to his neck at some point. Now they wandered down and caressed his chest, sliding over his pecs and down his stomach. Her fingers wrapped around his cock, cork-screwing him with a rough touch.

Xander pulled her lips to his again, rolling her on her back. No words were exchanged. Nothing but this near violent moment in which they felt lost to the hunger they felt for each other.

Buffy pulled him onto her and cursed as he rolled between her thighs, feeling his erection brush the soft skin of her inner thigh. "Fuck me."

"Shut up." Xander braced himself on one elbow, and reached down to thrust himself into her. He could feel her slight spasms around the end of his cock as it slid in a couple more inches and stopped. Staring down into her eyes, he willed himself not to moan from how good she felt wrapped around him.

"Tight enough for you?"

"I've felt tighter."

"Yeah, right," Buffy snapped back, using her vaginal mus tos to clench on him. "You know you love it." Xander's size had always impressed her and she was being stretched a great deal. Despite her wetness he was pulling her walls to their limit. There was a hot burning sensation of the muscles stretching to accommodate him. It felt delicious and she knew that she would be incredibly sore in the morning but she didn't care. The slow motion pulse of her walls around him was a divine feeling.

Xander could see the pleasure/pain in her eyes. "Are you going to be quiet now?"

"It's not like you could make me scream anyway."

Xander's kiss stole her breath as he sunk his weight into her, pushing that last inch inside. He was stretching her cervix up into her womb and the ache was delicious, a heavy throbbing in her pelvis. He stayed still for a few seconds as they gazed at each other, now one being, with two hearts that beat as one.

Buffy could feel him pulse inside of her. "Your cock is throbbing. Please don't tell me you're going to come already?"

"You are such a fucking brat."

"I didn't ask for your goddamn o....Ahhhh!!" One long hard thrust caused her to cry out loud as Xander pulled out, then quickly buried himself to the balls again in the heat of her wet sex.

"It's time I shut you up for good."

"Promises, promises," Buffy replied as Xander began pumping into her. She lifted her legs higher and thrust her hips experimentally and felt him slide a little deeper. They both groaned as Xander fucked her, slowly at first with short strokes. His speed increased and so did the length of his strokes. They were both moaning continuously, now. She didn't recognize some of the sounds coming out of her throat and didn't care.

"Can you fuck me harder?" Buffy gasped out. Xander began slamming into her hard and fast, taking long, deep strokes, slicking his cock with her juices. She could feel his penis brushing over her clitoris every time he entered her. Bolts of sensation were spiking through her abdomen and she couldn't talk anymore.

Xander dropped his head and began sucking on her nipples, going from one to other and back again. He pulled and tugged and bit, chewing on her mercilessly. All she could do was whine in his ear as he took what he pleased. He couldn't seem to stop pushing into her and couldn't seem to speed up. But her moans got louder and louder as he kept going.

This was a dark, angry fuck, more animalistic than emotional. That would come later. For now, war and conflict ruled.

Their bodies were covered in sweat and starting to slide against each other on the mat. Buffy curled herself almost into a fetal position under him as she backed out and slid her hands down to grasp his ass cheeks, one in each tiny little hand as she squeezed.

Xander shuddered, now fucking her rough and hard, pistoning in and out of her, dying from the snug feel of her, and being reborn with her kisses. He pulled up higher onto his knees and began to stroke into her deeper. Buffy was pulling his cheeks apart when she squeezed, causing the skin over his balls to jerk with every pull.

"You had better not stop fucking me until I come," Buffy ordered in her most provocative tone, as she pulled harder, until she was yanking his cheeks apart roughly and he was slamming into her, totally out of control, grunting with each impact and jerking sensation in his balls.

For the next forty minutes, the sight, sounds, and smells of raw, rough sex took them out of the normal world and into this special place where they let go of such notions as right or wrong. Here, it was just feeling and sensation, lust unleashed in its most pure essence.

Buffy was gasping from the feel of his hard cock literally nailing her to the floor, inhaling deeply as Xander dominated her. "Yesss.... God Xandeerrrr...Uhhhhnnnn!" She let out a shriek and her tremors began. Over and over her walls rippled around his cock as her scream echoed around the room. Her orgasm seemed t on on and on as she convulsed around him.

Xander couldn't hold out any longer and continued to slam into her, almost bouncing off her body he was hitting her so hard. With a howl that could wake the dead, his cock exploded. Burning waves of come shot through his shaft and emptied into her over and over again as they shouted and wailed. It felt like his heart was going to slam through his rib cage. His balls felt like they were on fire as they clenched and released with hard spasms. It was so intense, he felt delirious and his head swam. He collapsed on her, trembling and twitching and dragging harsh, ragged breaths into his lungs. She shivered and lay still, holding him tight, her legs wrapped around his waist, squeezing him to her.

Both were so far gone that they didn't notice the person creeping out of the doorway. Faith had driven past the Magic Box on her way home from a rave party. She noticed Xander's car parked outside the store, but couldn't see any lights on inside.

A quick jimmy of the lock and she was inside. The security system had already been deactivated.

It didn't take long for her ears and nose to pick up what was going on there. Now back outside, Faith sparked up a cigarette. Hopping back in her car, she rode off into the night.


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Xander’s Car
Saturday, June 4, 2002 1:00 AM
Sunnydale, Ca

A few days ago she had seen the one-year anniversary of her death.

Buffy stared out the passenger-side window, watching everything and nothing at all pass by. Ever since her return from the dead, she'd been this darker version of her former self. She talked less now, speaking only when spoken to. The first few months after her return, no one knew what to do with her.

She didn't know what to do with herself.

A part of her wanted to stay dead.

But her mom, sister, and friends helped to ever so slowly break through her shell. And with Faith's return, she was even able to bury some guilt over what went down with them. No one trusted Faith at first. But eight months later, in which she'd held down her job at the construction company and managed to keep her apart, th, the rogue Slayer won herself some respect.

These things took time.

Only three months ago did Buffy start to eat ice cream again. Something so simple seemed meaningless considering all she had been through. A part of her felt dead, and wanted to be so again. She felt like she couldn't find her path anymore. Like she existed in this world, but was not alive in it. All her clothes were new, seeing as her mother donated everything to the Salvation Army when she died. She had to get so much of her stuff back from her friends, who all took mementos of her. Dawn didn't really know how to act or what to say around her
anymore. All of her friends seemed to have lived just fine in the three months since her death.

Buffy just didn't know where she was supposed to fit in anymore.

That led to a one-night stand with Spike in late December. They fucked all night and most of the next day. She had never felt more dead in her life. Sacrificing herself might have killed her, but she had her self-respect. After sleeping with Spike, she didn't even have that. When the Scoobies found her asleep in his crypt that one morning, she saw nothing but revulsion in their eyes.

Xander didn't speak to her for three months. Buffy was not even allowed into his house, much less his heart. He patrolled with Faith and they soon became close friends. He totally detached himself from her, and she had never felt so alone in all her life.

Buffy had finally accomplished her greatest fear. She pushed away the one person who had never left her side, who had always believed in her.

He called her a slut in front of everyone.

Buffy still felt the ache of that time in her life. Willow, Anya, and
Tara helped a great deal. She never thought that Anya would be as good a friend as she'd been, but over time they have developed something special. Anya listened, instead of criticizing. Her blunt honesty did more than crying on someone’s shoulder ever could.

Slowly, Buffy began to pull herself together. She re-enrolled at U.C.
Sunnydale in late January and passed all five of her classes with a B or better. With Willow and Tara's help, her dedication helped get get the best grades she'd ever received.

But the ache in her heart remained.

With two Slayers in Sunnydale, a great deal of the demon population high-tailed it out of town. Vampires had been so scarce lately they didn't even patrol every night anymore. With Willow's magic and Spike's help, Sunnydale seemed to be turning the corner, with vamps and demons choosing other cities to haunt.

And all the while, Xander still wouldn't have anything to do with Buffy. No phone calls. No pizza nights. He only sat in his car outside her house and blew the horn for Dawn when he came to see her. Buffy's birthday passed, and he didn't show up for her party and sent no gift. She felt so hurt, but a part of her understood. She had slept with another vampire.

Chosen the comfort of the undead in her time of need, over the comfort he would gladly give to her. Comfort that they had just begun to share before her death.

One night in early April, Buffy showed up on his doorstep and asked to talk. Xander allowed her in for the first time in three whole months. Buffy told him she was not going to apologize for sleeping with Spike because that didn't concern him. She told him of the time following that day she was discovered in his crypt. The self-loathing she felt. The way her mother had a hard time even looking at her. The way she had lost respect for herself. She told him honestly how much she missed him and everything he brought to her life.

And Xander listened. He looked on as she cried while speaking of how tough it was to go back to college. Of how she had to re-learn how to live in the world she was destined to protect. She admitted to making a horrible mistake with Spike, which she was still to that day struggling with. She spoke for the first time of her jealousy over his friendship with Faith.

But the most important thing she did was to tell him that she loved him, and that this gulf between them was terrible and she hated it. She said that she needed her best friend back.

Tears fell down her face when Xander hugged her, embracing her for the first time in a very long time. Two months before her death, they were slowly moving toward something. So much happened so quickly that they lost their way.

Almost a year later, a new friendship arose from the ashes, tweaked with the experiences they couldn't deny that happened. Slowly, Buffy and Xander found their old friendship. It was different, but still familiar, still so very necessary in their lives.

May 1, they shared their first kiss in 11 months at a Laundromat she found him at late one night. No one knew what was happening between them last May, and since so much had happened since, they decided to keep quiet about their relationship for a little while longer.

Hand-holding and candlelight dinners did not make up what they were. All-night cemetery patrols and greasy spoon diners became romantic for the lives they led. Stolen kisses in parked cars and lies concerning whereabouts became the order of the day.

But their sex life was a whole different ballgame. They found themselves enamored with a more physical love. Rough sex became a craving that neither could get enough of. For Buffy, it was simply a natural progression of her life as the Slayer. For Xander, his own demons brought out this new side to his personality. They still made love, still held each other and whispered the things everyone wanted to hear. But both were different now.

The same, but different.

Xander parked in front of his building and killed the engine. Taking a deep breath he sat back, closing his eyes. His tongue ran over the small cut on his lip, tasting a speck of the dried crimson there.

"Are you alright?" Buffy asked nervously. No matter how rough they had gotten in the past few weeks, they had never, until tonight, physically hit each other.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Buffy nodded, not sure what to say.

"Tonight was intense." Xander could still feel how he felt encased inside of her. He sighed from the memory alone.

"Yes.... Yes, it was."

"I don't think I want a repeat of tonight."

"Why?"

"I love you," he stated without question. "Hitting you has no place in that."

"I agree," Buffy nodded in agreement. "We just went with it tonight. But even I have lines I don't want to cross. Hurting you is one of them."

"I guess we just got lost in the moment." His hand reached for hers. "We've changed."

"But we don't need to lose sight of who we are because of the bad times we've experienced. If I've learned anything in the last year, it's that."

Xander understood. "You ready for our road trip?" he smiled at her, ready to change the subject.

"Oh yes. I can't wait. I've never been to Las Vegas before."

"Faith's excited, too. She says we're going to get in so much trouble."

Laughing, Buffy replied, "I don't doubt it for a second."

"Let's go inside and get cleaned up."

Buffy unhooked her seatbelt as Xander exited the car, walked around, and opened her door.

Ever the gentleman.

"I love you." She knew she didn't say it enough. But one had to love thyself before they could truly express it to another. She was still a work-in-progress.

Xander took her hand and closed the door. "I love you, too."

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Xander's Apartment
Saturday, June 4, 2002 2:04 AM
Sunnydale, Ca

"Ugghh...." Xander winced, sitting in a chair in the kitchen. Shirtless, wearing a pair omfoomfortable jogging pants, he took another bite of the roast beef sandwich he’d made. One huge sandwich, filled with everything he could find in his refrigerator. Then he took a sip from his glass of milk.

Listening, he heard when the shower was turned off. If he concentrated he could hear Buffy toweling herself dry, even her light footsteps.

He was just that aware of her.

"Hey," Buffy called out. She was wearing a pair of his black drawstring boxers. She was topless and barefoot, with her still damp hair dangling around her face. As always, she was amazingly beautiful to Xander. “Save me a bite."

"No."

"Yes."

"Why should I?"

"Cause you love me, that’s why." Her voice purred with confidence, secure in his feelings for her.

With a tilt of his head, he motioned for her to come to him. Buffy walked ever so slowly, just to tease him. When she finally stood in front of him, he reached out and tugged her by the hand into his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"You smell so good," Xander breathed in, kissing her neck as she leaned back into his embrace.

Turning her head to allow him more room to kiss her, Buffy smiled. "I love the way you smell fresh out of the shower, too."

"I even used that scented soap you brought over here the other day."

"You better not let any of your tough construction guy friends hear that."

"None of my tough construction guy friends could beat my girlfriend in a fight."

"True. But I wouldn't want anyone questioning your manhood."

"As long as you don't, I'm not worried about anyone else."

Buffy moved sideways on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"After tonight, I could never, ever doubt your manhood." Buffy pulled his face down as they began kissing softly, a counter to their urgent coupling earlier. Xander's hand rose to cup her breast, kneading one, then the other. His fingers began gently pinching her nipples, causing her to moan through their kiss.

"God, I love your nipples."

"I just love you."

They sat in silence for a while, just kissing and holding onto each other. When they parted, Buffy reached over, grabbed his sandwich and took a big bite, humming at how good it tasted. Putting the sandwich down, she grabbed his glass of milk and finished it off for him.

"Hey, I was going to drink that."

"You can get up and get some more." She sighed when his arms wrapped around her tighter, signaling he had no intention of moving. "I caught you staring at Faith's ass tonight."

"What?!" Xander said loudly, smiling. "What are you talking about?"

Buffy slowly ran her hand up and down his chest, loving the feel of his muscles under her fingertips. "When she wears those painted-on leather pants, you always stare at her ass. I caught you tonight."

"Jealous?" he teased.

"No," she fired back. "I was looking too."

His eyes widened and his mouth opened. "What? Is there something I should know?"

She giggled in his arms. "Faith is an attractive woman. Don't get me wrong or anything, I'm not gay. But she's sexy. Her personality is ferocious. I doubt I would ever sleep with another woman, but if I did..."

"You'd want someone like Faith?" he asked, now extremely curious.

Buffy just stared at him. "I never said that. It's just that sex with a woman doesn't offend me. I don't find it repulsive or anything. But I like men. Specifically you. I want kids one day. A husband."

"Really?"

"Not right now," she amended. "But someday, yeah."

They looked softly into each other’s eyes...

"Buffy, I want to ask you something. And I want you to be honest."

She took a deep breath, knowing his question before he even asks it.
"Shoot?"

"Have you ever been attracted to another woman?"

"I'll answer if you answer about men. Deal?"

"Alright."

"Yes."

"Who?"

"It's your turn. Fess up."

"No. I've never been attracted to another man. But I don't judge people who are. I've got my own life to lead."

Buffy sat on his lap, looking away. She kicked her legs a little, knowing that he was dying to find out who she was attracted to.

"Buffy, are you going to make me beg?"

She looked up in the air, tapping her chin.

"Buffy-Bear..." His new little pet name for her that she hated and loved equally.

"Fine, Xander." She licked her lips, now resting her arms over the ones wrapped around herst. st. "It was Faith."

"When?"

She shook her head. "A while ago. Just before she turned bad."

"What happened?"

"Nothing happened. I just... I don't know. We're both Slayers and she understands how that feels. When we used to patrol together, she understood the adrenaline rush I feel when I Slay. She knows how aggressive I can get because she gets that way too. She knows what it feels like to sense vampires nearby. To not get tired after fighting half the night. She can feel that dark side of the Slaying. We never got close to kissing or anything like that. I was ass over head in love with Angel at the time."

"But you thought about it?"

"One or twice. But I have no desire to be in a relationship with a woman, romantically."

"But you're curious about the sex?"

"I...yeah. I think a good amount of the female population is, though curiosity doesn't mean you'll ever do it."

"If I ever saw you and Faith even kissing I think I would come immediately."

"Oh really," Buffy said in her most sultry voice, now straddling his thighs. "You'd come from just watching us kiss?"

"No doubt. I wouldn't even have to touch myself."

"Now I have a question for you?"

"Fair is fair."

"Did yock Fck Faith in that time we were apart?"

"Twice."

She was surprised by the lack of jealousy she felt. "You enjoy it?"

"She's a wildcat."

"Better than me?"

"Never and yes."

"Explain?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Did you enjoy fucking Spike?"

"The truth?"

"Always."

"He knew what he was doing. But all the orgasms in the world are meaningless if you wake up the next morning and hate yourself like I did. With you, sex is spectacular. And I wake up in the morning more in love than I thought possible."

"So do I," he confessed as his lips met hers. This was love expressed through a soulful, passionate, exquisiiss.iss. They moved perfectly with one another, finding that right angle and staying there, playing and tasting each other.

Buffy left his lips, and move to his jaw, trailing little kisses down to his chin, and then neck. She moves off his lap. "Lift up."

Doing as he was told, Xander lifted up and Buffy pulled off his jogging pants, smiling at the fact they he wasn't wearing any underwear. His cock stood hard and proud, erect and already throbbing. "Is that all for me?" Buffy asked in her most innocent voice.

"Everything is for you."

Buffy licked her lips, a move that always drove Xander crazy. Her fingers traveled down to the drawstring on the boxers she was wearing. She toyed with it while staring at him. "I just can't decide."

"On what?"

"Do I suck on your cock until you come in my mouth, or do I ride you until you pass out?"

He h she she didn't see that very deep swallow he took as her words drowned out the rest of the world. "I trust your judgment in these matters."

Buffy kicked his legs apart and moved between them. Slowly, she fell to her knees, never losing eye contact with him. Her right hand wrapped around his aching shaft. It seemed to her like his cock got just that much bigger when she touched it.

"Your cock might be to big for my mouth." She used that dirty schoolgirl voice she knows turns him on so much, batting her eyelashes.

No woman compared to his Buffy. Only one even came close. "You'll never know unless you try."

She stuck out her bottom lip. "I'm not sure. It looks awful hard." Her hands slowly pumped him up and down. Xander's head fell back as the sensations rocked him. "I guess I should give it the ole college try."

Before he could say a word the air rushed out of his lungs as her tongue began swirling over the head of his cock. Her eyes never left his as she ran her tongue down one side of his aching shaft, then back up the other side, causing him to hum her name deep in his throat.

"You taste so clean." Buffy began planting soft, wet kisses all over his penis as it throbbed in her hand. Her tongue now lapped at his balls before dragging upward, over the head, and then down, taking him inside her mouth.

Xander could only throw his head back and groan as she slowly sucked the head of his cock, her tongue bathing him inside of her mouth. "Damn. Buffy, that feeeelss soooo gooood."

Her hands went to his thighs to steady herself as she swallowed him deeper, now sucking loudly while twisting the base of his cock. Her head bobbed over his groin faster now as she swallowed him, pulling hard, increasing the suction around the head of his cock, hollowing her cheeks to apply more pressure. One hand snaked down to caress his balls as she went wild, deciding to give him the best blowjob of his life.

His hands clutched at the kitchen table as she moved up and down on his cock, sucking while using the underside of her tongue to add even more pleasure. Relaxing her throat muscles, she took his cock completely inside of her mouth, his wiry pubic hair now tickling her nose.

God, Jesus, and Buffy. Those were the only words that came out of his mouth as she simply blew his mind. He could feel his balls tightening. So could Buffy, who gently released him from her lips. "I want you inside of me."

Xander sat and and she straddled his lap, sitting just far away enough so that his erection wasn't touching her at all. He had a small frown on his face but was obviously very intrigued. She reached out and touched him again, warmly wrapping her fingers around him and sliding her hand up and down his length.

"I'm going to ride you so good." She closed her eyes for a moment. She felt her own moisture as it seeped onto his lap. She scooted forward so his erection pressed against her belly.

"I think...I need to kiss you now," she said.

He was desperate to say something to break the tension but knew it wouldn't be the right thing to do. Instead, he just nodded his head as she touched her lips to his. It was a whisper soft touch and was over in a moment. She pulled back and before he could process the first kiss, she crushed her mouth to his for the second. There was nothing soft or gentle about it and both of them opened their mouths wider as their tongues began touching and tasting as much as possible before their imminent joining.

"You think you can tame me, Buffy?" Xander said in between kisses.

"I'm not going to tame you. I'm going to break you." She reached behind him and started running her nails across his back as he grabbed her ass and squeezed in a rhythmic motion.

Finally, Buffy pulled herself up and gripped his erection again. She positioned herself and slowly let him in. She stopped mid-way and took a breath before continuing her descent. Once he was completely inside her, she grabbed onto his shoulders and moved her mouth to his ear.

"God, oh, God. Don't move, Xander. Not for a secoJustJust wait."

Xander worried he was hurting her but she just found herself overwhelmed by sensation. Buffy didn't want to give in just yet. She wanted to build things up more. Hopefully, to the point where gaining control wouldn’t even be an option. She breathed heavily into his shoulder, running her tongue on whatever flesh she encountered as she slowly moved her head. When she felt somewhat in control, she rocked forward a bit. Xander rocked back. He was so deep and she felt so tight. It was almost painfully wonderful. Soon, she was comfortable enough to move herself up and back down again in a fairly even motion. He continued to push up into her--his thrusting equaling the strength of her motions, careful not to be too gentle, or too rough.

Buffy knew he was letting her set the pace and she hooked her toes on the bottom rung of the chair and started slamming down harder. He responded in kind and it seemed he was going deeper with each upward motion until suddenly, any control she thought she had disappeared. All she could do was thrust down as hard as possible, fucking him until he begged her to stop.

Even then, she had no intention of stopping.

Xander gripped her ass as she bounced hard on her, concentrating on her orgasm, twisting her hips, lifting up slow, fucking down fast. She took shorter strokes now, not wanting this unbelievably full feeling to end.

Together, they rocked violently in that kitchen chair, nearly knocking themselves over on no less than three occasions. Xander slammed her up and down on his cock, loving how hot and wet she was, how tight she felt wrapped around him.

A warm tingling spread throughout Buffy's entire body as she violently spasmed around him. The contractions gripped him as he continued pumping and her constant low moaning soon sent him over the edge. He came, calling her name, spilling into her in hard spurts as she finished her own climax.

Xander's arms went loose around Buffy's body as she clung to him tightly, with her head buried in his neck. She rocked forward a bit more as he slowly softened within her. Another low moan escaped her throat.

"Buffy?" he panted.

"Mmmmm...."

"I think I might just love sex in chairs."

She smiled against his skin.

"I think I might juove ove sex with you," he added.

"Why Xander," she sleepily said. "How very p.c. of you."

He laughed and ran his hands through her hair. It took slightly longer to slip through his fingers.

"You're magnificent.

She didn't say anything. He leaned down and crooked his head to see if she was awake. She was.

"You want to go to sleep now, Buffy?"

He felt her contract her muscles against him.

"We can go to bed, Xander. But, I'm not sleeping for quite some time. If I'm tired, I will drive red hot nails in my side to make sure I'm up."

"A violent streak, too?"

"No. I just...it is true confession time, isn't it Xander?"

"Yes. It seems to be."

"I just want to touch and taste every square inch of you. If that meets with your approval, that is."

He was speechless.

"Xander?"

His eyes were wide and dark. "I think...I really need to kiss you now."

She lifted her head off his shoulder and smiled. She captured his face between her hands and looked deeply into his eyes. There were so many things she wished she could feel comfortable saying. So many feelings she wished mere words would convey. She also knew they were not necessary.

"You mean...everything...to me." Her voice had a slight crack to it.
That was the truth, as honest and as plain as could be.

He lifted his hand to her hair and pushed it slowly back from her face.
He moved one finger and lightly traced her lips. She finally, slowly leaned forward to grant his request.


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8:52 AM

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Once upon a time, cartoons were the only things either of them would watch on a Saturday morning. Even in their teen years, maybe more from nostalgia and habit than for the enjoyment, they would still wake up and find some animated character and enjoy his or her adventures.

Those two people still exist. They haven't gone anywhere. But the adult years have broken some of the innocent love they once had for the lighter side of animation.

Instead of the heroic chant of G.I Joe, or the zany laughs of Fred Flintstone, or even the woefully sung songs of Jem and the Holograms, a cartoon Xander would die before ever admitting he had an affection for, the sounds of a terrified woman, strapped to a chair while cannibals cavorted around her provided the cinema for their bedroom this morning.

Xander lay on his stomach at the foot of his bed, with Buffy sprawled out on his back, both nude. Only the blanket Buffy tossed over herself covered them. When Xander woke up he pulled his twenty-inch TV and stand to the foot of his bed, as per their usual Saturday ritual. Cartoons were replaced with comedies before Buffy's death last year. Now horror movies were the feature of choice.

"Are you sure this is the proper wake-up-in-the-morning kind of movie?" Xander asked as he rested his chin on Buffy's folded hands. Her arms are wrapped around his chest from behind.

"The Texas Chainsaw Massacre is a classic. May not be the most normal
Saturday morning wake-up call, but we aren't exactly normal either." Buffy laid her head on the back of his neck as she held him, loving the feel of his bare skin touching hers without anything in the way. His warmth felt so good to rest against as they snuggled in this morning.
"You know what makes this movie great?"

"Enlighten me." Xander kissed her fingers, then laid his head down as Leatherface tormented this poor girl, whose friends had already been killed by the cannibalistic family.

"This movie has no music, whatsoever. Music kills most horror movies these days. The pitch and tone allows you to know when something good or bad is going to happen. Special effects kill the fear because they become the focal point of the scene ra tha than the fact that someone is about to die. In this movie, all we hear are the screams. We hear her footsteps as she runs from the house. We hear Leatherface's chainsaw and grunts. We hear nighttime noises. But no music. When something happens it's shocking because the only thing we have is the fof tof the actor."

"This hitting a little close to home for you?"

"I see this movie every other day in real life," she admitted, squeezing him a little tighter.

Xander closed his eyes, allowing the wear and tear of the past workweek fade away as he relaxed with the woman he loved. "*We* see this movie every other day in real life."

She kissed the back of his neck, always aware that she was not alone because he would never allow her to be. "Thank you."

"You never have to say that to me."

"I know. But you deserve to hear it more," she whispered into his ear.
"I just don't know how you do it."

"Do what?"

Buffy thought for a second, hoping find the right words. "You get up at 6:30 AM every weekday for work. You work from 7:30 AM until 3:30 PM at a very hard job. Then you come to the Magic Box and help us research whatever new Big-Bad is in town. I know you check on Faith, making sure she's okay. You always make time for me, Dawn, and Willow. Then you patrol with us for as long as we need to. You've been doing this for the last two and a half years. You even risked your job when you left town with me after Glory came after us. You're just amazing."

He says nothing, not really seeing what was all that special about what he did. That was just the way he was. "I'm not the one that saving lives, Buffy."

"Yyou you are. You save mine every day."

Xander rolled over, now needing to see her face. His arms wrapped around her lower back as she rested her chin on his chest, looking into his eyes. "Buffy, you don't give yourself enough credit. You're a strong woman. Much more so than the Slayer powers make you."

"Part of me knows that. But after this past year, with Mom's illness,
Glory, the revelations about Dawn, me not being able to beat Glory, dying, I had to have all of my friends literally prop me up because I didn't know what to do. And out of everyone in my life, you are the most important person. Your love has made me feel alive again. I was just going through the motions when I got back. I didn't know which way was up. That's why I got drunk with Spike that one night and had sex with him."

Xander looked away, not wanting to hurt her feelings. But her sleeping with Spike was still a sore spot. "Buffy, we're past all that now."

She looked at him with tender eyes, about to confess something she knew she should have told him sooner. "I contemplated suicide in those months you wouldn't speak to me. You were far from the only reason that thought passed through my mind. But it was there just the same. At one point I was just sick of everything. I just wanted it all to end."

Xander understood her. She had all these new facial expressions now, ever since her return. Older-looking ones, tinged with a darker essence. "I've considered suicide myself in some of the darker moments of my life, too. Abusive, alcoholic parents didn't make for a very good home life. Being poor didn't help either."

"We are really messed up, aren't we?"

"It appears that way on the surface, but not really. You and me are two human beings. We're just 21 years old, despite all we've been through. We're still figuring out life as we go along. We both have unresolved issues we are dealing with on a day-to-day basis. All problcan\can't be fixed overnight. Sometimes not even over a year. We just wake up every morning and do the very best we can."

Her fingers lightly combed through the sparse hairs on his chest;
They felt so soft to the touch. "Have you ever hated me?"

"Yes," he admitted honestly.

"I tried to hate you, too. Those monyou you shut yourself off from me. I tried to act as if you didn't matter. As if you were insignificant."

"I couldn't stand the fact that Spike had his hands on you. That sickened me."

Nodding, she bit her bottom lip, remembering how she felt the morning after she slept with Spike. Actually the day after. "I know that hurt you a great deal."

"But I couldn't see past my own hurt to help you. I wouldn't allow myself to see how you truly felt about what you did. In my mind you made love to Spike because you wanted to."

"We make love, Xander. What I did with Spike that day and a half was anything but that," Buffy said with regret. "A part of me felt I deserved him. That I was no better than him. He was dead and I wanted to feel that way again. I wanted no responsibilities. No worries. No fears. I didn't want to have to worry about dying again. He was nothing and that's how I felt at the time."

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you."

Buffy shook her head. "I had mom, Dawn, Willow, Tara, and Anya. I wasn’t alone. I didn't have my best friend, but I was not alone."

"At that time I just wanted to help Faith. She'd been locked up for nearly two years, and had no friends, family, money, or a place to stay. I know how it feels to be all alone in the world. Every ounce of kindness Willow showed to me, I wanted to show to her, provided she’d really changed. I didn't fully trust her for two months. But after while, she started to open up. I told her this was her one chance. If I got her a job and paid two months rent in advance for her until she gets on her feet, then she couldn't say no one ever cared. If she screwed up one time, that would be it. She didn't screw up. I'm happy for her."

"Did you ever have feelings for her?" Buffy asked while listening to his heartbeat.

"There was something there, but it never went anywhere. The two times we had sex could have easily been thirty. We just weren't in love. But there was an attraction. A very strong one. I think we both needed a friend more than a lover. Faith needed and I needed. We gave to each other. I didn't have you, and she's never felt comfortable around Willow and Tara. Anya annoys her, but she knows An means well."

"An is annoying," Buffy joked with a grin. "But in a sweet, sledgehammer to the face sort of way."

"Are we about to discuss annoying exes?"

"Heaven forbid we go down that road."

Xander leaned down and kissed her forehead, holding her tighter. "Enough of the serious stuff. What do you want to do this morning?"

A wicked smile came over her face as she stared up at him. "I want to try something."

A curious eyebrow rose immediately. "Ohhh, you want to try something, huh? Would this something require us to put on clothes?"

"No," she replied, her eyes suddenly smoky and seductive. "In fact, we can't have on any clothes."

"You always want to try the best things," he grinned up at her.

"I just want this to be memorable, and, well, I read something somewhere that sounded interesting."

"What's that? Xander chewed his lip nervously and he smiled. "Does it involve food?"

"No," Buffy answered, taking a deep breath. "It involves you staying hard inside me for a long time. Neither of us moving." She rolled her eyes a little and giggled nervously. "It's supposed to make you come like crazy."

"Come like crazy? My dear Buffy, what on Earth am I going to do with you?" He loved this sexual diva she had become. Her confidence was returning, as was her trust. She was touching sides of herself she'd never touched before, feeling for the boundaries. He loved helping her explore those new areas of her personality. "Anything else I should know before...?" She smiled again.

"Okay, I read about this in Cosmopolitan magazine. We have to look into one another's eyes and concentrate on where we're joined. I think they call it a 'Deep Valley Orgasm', or something like that." She could already feel her nipples begin to harden against his chest. His low growl told her he could feel that too.

"And I'm just supposed to stay inside of you? No moving or thrusting whatsoever?"

"You got it. This is just about feeling."

"Well, you know I'm game for anything" he added, his voice low and seductive. Buffy nodded as Xander sat up, took her waist in his hands and laid her gently down into the pillows. Leaning between her thighs again, he di dow down to kiss her thoroughly and passionately. As the kiss deepened, she could feel his hands gliding down her body, trailing over her breast, fluttering around her navel, fingers softly grazing her nether lips, testing for arousal he already knew was there. He growled in her mouth as her body's most natural odors assaulted his senses.

"Trust me, Xan. You’re gonna love this," Buffy managed to say in-between kisses. She could feel his now painfully erpenipenis brush against her stomach.

"You ready to try out this thing of yours?" Xander asked, pushing aside his desire to bury himself inside of her so that they could try this new idea.

Buffy's answer to his question was to kiss him deeply, letting him push her down into the wobbling mattress. She did a double take and pushed him away, just as he was about to descend on her. "What's wrong?" he asked her, a worried look on his face.

"Can I be on top?"

"You are such a control freak."

Buffy stuck out her tongue and all Xander wanted to do was suck on it for a few hours. With a playful pout, he laid down on his back, holding his arms out for her. Buffy straddled him and leaned down for another kiss, reaching between them and rubbing her hot center over and over his penis, which lay flat against his belly. She grinned mischievously and closed her hand around him, beginning to stroke him, trailing the fingers of one hand up and down, while using the other hand to rub around his base. She slid her rubbing hand over the front of him and caressed the sensitive ridge. Buffy knew just what would make him moan.
He pushed against her and groaned throatily. She smiled and let him go, knowing that he couldn't take much more than that.

"You ready?" His eyes answered her as she hovered above him. Xander took himself in his hand, ready to enter her. "I promise you'll love this."

Sighing, he replied, "Because it's you."

"Us, Xander. Us" Buffy smiled and positioned herself over him. Her hand held his hard cock, running it up and down her slit, coating him in her arousal. With a practiced arch of her hips, he slipped easily inside her. They fucked slowly for about five strokes until he was fully encased inside of her, hot and tight. They both let out a long moan as she relaxed and laid her head on his chest, letting him slip further inside. She felt his arms wrap around her back and he just held her for a while, before she pushed up on her elbows and nuzzled her nose against his, looking deep into his eyes.

Xander gazed right back and she sighed, concentrating on where they were joined. Buffy thought she could feel him throb a little and the feeling went straight to her clit, sending little tremors through her. Xander smiled up at her and chuckled.

"I felt that." Buffy smirked and moved, just so that he slid further inside her a little, and then she relaxed and he slipped back out to where he was before. His smile widened and she tensed her inner muscles, squeezing him as hard as she could. Her face taunted him as he exhaled sharply, his face etched with pleasure.

"So..." He stopped and closed his eyes for a moment, as she squeezed him again. "What are we supposed to do?"

"Concentrate on where we're joined and look into one another's eyes."

He nodded and lifted a hand to touch and caress the hardened peak of her breast, his eyes never leaving hers. "You mystify me." She smiled.

"That's a very sexy thing to say."

The hand that played on her breast quickly rose to his mouth as he suckled his thumb, slicking it, then fell to where they were joined. The first circle drawn on her clit caused her to clench hard, which produced a chain reaction of throbbing. They both shuddered, staring into each other’s eyes.

"That was incredible," Xander admitted in a low voice. He couldn't ever remember being so hard before, and they hadn't even moved.

Buffy tried to control her breathing. She could feel every curve, every ridge of his cock. His size felt perfect for her body, as if he curved to her body like he was meant for her. "Ah... That's...that's nice," she sighed, taking a deep breath as Xander massaged her clit. She found herself clenching with every motion of his touch, loving the throbbing reaction she got every time her body closed around his.

"Talk... to me."

Her forehead rested against his now as she inhaled his exhales, both purring at their connection, concentrating. "What do you...? Uhnnn...
Want me to...say?"

"Anything." Slow, steady circles over her clit, applying gentle pressure.

Right now she wanted to forgo this experiment and fuck like usually did. But this new incredible feeling was also something she wanted to stretch out as long as she could. "I can feel it every time your cock throbs inside of me."

Xander could scarcely believe how close he came to orgasm from her voice. His cock felt like it was in a vice grip, held tight in the hottest place on Earth. Buffy took his free hand and pinned it over his head with both of hers. "I love the way your pussy feels around me."

Circle

Clench

Throb

Circle

Clench

Throb

Incredible pleasure clawed at every nerve in their bodies as they lay still, allowing nothing to enter their minds other than being connected, other then hardness piercing soft, heat holding love in its moist unforgiving grip. They stared and held, circled, clenched, throbbed, over and oveandeander could feel the a drop of their combined passions seep down to his balls as they both begin panting from the sheer feeling of being one in the most intimate way possible.

"You two can't seem to keep your hands off each other."

Stunned, Xander and Buffy both looked toward the doorway of the bedroom.

"Hi, guys," Faith announced, hands on her hips. “I thought I might treat the Xan-Man to breakfast this morning. Thought we mitalktalk over the trip before we leave tomorrow. I sometimes forget to knock. Plus, it's always good to sharpen my lock picking skills."

"Are you out of your fucking mind," Buffy snarled, but didn't move from her position. "What makes you think you can just walk into Xander's bedroom?"

"Well, it's not exactly the first time I've been here."

"That's not an answer."

Faith smiled, now taking a seat in the chair next to Xander's suit closet. "I heard moaning. I smelled pussy. Here I am. What else can I say?"

The scene was odd and confusing and not embarrassing at all. A strange combination if there ever was one.

Buffy let go of Xander's hand, now just laying on his body, still holding him inside of her, hard and tight. "I'm fucking my boyfriend. Do you mind?"

Faith shrugged. "Go right ahead. Let’s see what ya got."

"Uhm, excuse me," Xander began. "I'm right here you know."

"But you've been so quiet," Faith teased, sitting at the edge of the chair with her legs wide open. "So, is she a good fuck?"

Xander stared at her and just shook his head. "Do you see what's going on hereeeee...." he turned to glare at Buffy, who just gave him a hard clench. "Hey?"

"What?" she asked innocently, not even caring that the tips of her nipples could be seen by Faith.

"I saw you two fighting at the Magic Box last night," Faith sing-songed while twisting her neck effeeffect. "If I had recorded you guys that would have been the best porno flick ever. I got so wet when Buffy said you better not stop fucking her until she came. Way to go, B. Steer the X-Man around those curves."

Buffy knew she should get up and order Faith out of the room. But she could still feel Xander rock hard inside of A w A wicked part of her mind found it arousing that someone caught them doing this. "Why did you watch us last night?"

Faith huffed under her breath. "You know how it is after a long night of Slaying. I was about to pick up a guy at this party I went to, but ever since I discovered this self-respect shit, I just don't fuck for fun anymore. I should buy stock in Duracel, though. My vibrator got a workout last night after watching you two screw each other’s brains out. I really wanted to watch him eat your pussy though. He's real good at that."

Xander tossed a sly grin up at Buffy who clenched hard when Faith spoke about her vibrator.

"Should we apologize for turning you on so much?" Buffy asked. Without a care in the world, she sat up completely, the blanket falling from her shoulders, exposing her body and Xander's.

Faith took a quick intake of air and tried to cover it up. "You guys were entertaining, I'll admit. At least it didn’t cost me $10.95 on my cable bill."

Xander looked between the women, noticing Buffy's arousal at the situation, and Faith's teasing nature. His hands fell to her ass now, giving it a squeeze right in front of Faith. "You can leave now, you know."

"Oh, I know," Faith added with a smirk. "But I'm trying to figure out what the fuck you two are doing. You guys are just sitting there. What gives?"

"None of your business," Buffy fired her way.

"Why don't you let him hit it from the back hard and fast. I know he loves that," Faith said while staring at Buffy.

She felt a tone of challenge in the other Slayer's voice. "That's your problem, Faith. Eveing ing with you is hard and fast." Buffy absolutely shocked Xander when she started rocking back slowly, now fucking him right in front of Faith. "Sometimes you have to take your time, draw things out, let the tension build." She bent down, right over Xander's face. "If you want to know what he loves, and by the way, that knowledge will do *you* no good, just watch this." Her lips captured his with intensity, thrusting her tongue in his mouth as she slowly rocked her h tak taking him deeper and deeper inside of her. Xander's hands immediately grabbed her ass, now driving her down on his cock, but keeping the steady pace she'd established.

If they weren't kissing theyld hld have noticed how dry Faith’s mouth got as she watched them fuck right in front of her. If they could see, they would notice that her hand had slipped inside her tight jeans and was now strumming her clit, while her other hand slid under her shirt to tweak her nipple. she thought to herself as they fucked and kissed and generally acted as if she wasn't even there. Her pussy clamped on her finger as she watched the strong muscles in Xander's forearms slammed Buffy's sweet little ass on his cock. She licked her dry lips as Buffy started twisting her hips on his cock, really working her pussy on him.

But she damn near came when Buffy looked up and stared right in her eyes as she corkscrewed her hips, fucking Xander slow and easy, taking her time, damn near teaching her the art of fucking him.

This was a silent but decadent way of Buffy telling Faith whatever she thought pleased Xander was now only a memory, and the only thing that pleased him now was her.

But deep down....

There was another message...

This was the way she liked to fuck.

It held ambiguous meaning that neither were anywhere near ready to discuss...yet.

Buffy closed her eyes and kissed Xander again. He flipped her over, not able to take it slow any more. Throwing her legs over his shoulders, he began pounding into Buffy with force, rocking the bed hard against the wall, ramming his cock into her.

Now he stared into Faith's eyes, watching her masturbate in his chair while he fucked Buffy hard, bottoming out inside of her, pulling almost all the way out, then plunging back in, loving the smell of them together, the way they should be.

Buffy could feel the tingling now, her body convulsing out of her control. Xander leaned down and kissed her hard, as they held onto each other, both striving for their release. Buffy fucked back, matching his rhythm as Xander took her as he pleased.

Suddenly, they both cried out, coming at the same time, over and over, both of their bodies shuddering from the intense sensations. They rocked and kissed, and came so hard neither was aware of anything in the world but the other.

Minutes later, drenched in sweat, they slowly came to their senses.
Looking up, they noticed Faith had left. Looking at each other ag the they kissed, not fully understanding what had just happened, but not really caring, either.


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The Best Western Hotel
17 West Ogden Road
Saturday, June 4, 2002 10:30 AM
Sunnydale, Ca



(You betta be on time, Vinny. If you're more than five minutes late, I'm gone.)

(Stan, don't worry. I'll be on time. You just better have the good stuff. My connects are paying top dollar.)

(Five keys of the most wonderful Colombian snow you ever put up your nose will be delivered on schedule. You just better have my $175.000.)

(You know I'm good for the money, Stan. We've done business 5... no, 6 times in the past three years. I ain't never stiffed you for your paper.)

(Yeah, the the D.E.A is breathing down you and your brother's back. You betta watch your step. Anyone who does business with you had better as well.)

(Trust me, Stan. The D.E.A ain't got nothing on me or Tony. And if they did our lawyers could eat them alive in court. Especially after that fiasco last year. Push comes to shove, we'd set up a few small timers. The Feds are always looking for good press. They can enjoy the limelight more with a few average busts spread out over a couple of months, than one semi-large one.)

(You think you have it all figured out, don't you Vinny?)

(You already know that, Stan.)

('Chuckles.' You egotistical bastard. Alright, for the last time. Tonight at 11:00 PM. Pier 19 on the South Side. I'll be in a grey 1990 Buick Regal.)

(Got it. I'll even bring you a few slices of my Gina's crumb cake you love so well.)

(Ah, you're the best.)

(I gotta go, Stan. Say hi to Chrissy and the short stuffs for me.)

(Will do. See ya, pal.)

Jacob leaned back, stretching his neck. He took his headphones off and laid them on the
table. "I got you, Vinny," said the former D.E.A. Agent to himself. "When I serve you up on tape, and arrest you with your dealer I'll get my badge back and my good name. And you will finally get the prison cell you so richly deserve."

If you look up the words 'personal vendetta' in a dictionary, you'd probably see Jacob Ryan's face. At age 36, he was one of the five D.E.A Task Force leaders in the Los Angeles office. For seven whole months he and his team of agents investigated Vinny and Tony Salvatore. The brothers owned a chain of rental car business’s, but were suspected of drug running as well. When one of Jacob's undercover agents infiltrated the Salvatore's inner circle, he was killed by Tony Salvatore in cold blood when his cover was blown.

The agent who was killed, Craig Mayhee, was Jacob's partner for the last six years before Jacob got his promotion. In a rash decision that would come to cost him everything, Jacob went after Tony Salvatore, arresting him at his home without a warrant.

He also damn near beat Tony to death.

The result of his ill fated journey was a one million dollar lawsuit brought against the state of California by the Salvatore brothers. The security camera's on Tony's estate clearly showed from three separate angles a rogue cop, enraged and acting completely without jurisdictiorresrresting and beating a man in his home.

The one million dollars sought in the suit paled to the thought of another video being released that clearly exposed police brutality, ala the Rodney King tape. In a deal struck moments before the Salvatore's attorneys were about to go public with then tape, the state paid the Salvatore's $800.000 and agreed to fire Agent Ryan. The States attorneys had argued for a punishment of severe censure and re-asmentment, but the Salvatore's attorneys wanted him fired. They also wanted to make sure he could never so much as hold a job as a mall security guard, much less any involving law enforcement.

They simply took away Jacob's livelihood. They had already taken his bed friend. Unmarried and without any children, Jacob had no other life to go to after his dismissal.

Time turned into hate. Hate became obsession. Obsession is what has led him here today.

Now months later, Jacob Ryan stands on the threshold of gaining his ultimate revenge. He still had friends in the D.E.A who believed in him and will be awaiting his call this evening to move in. They have a story in place that will allow Jacob to take most of the credit for this bust, and paint the D.E.A. in such a positive light that the press will get behind him and place pressure on the D.E.A. to reinstate him.

By putting the Salvatore brothers behind bars, he will gain some measure of justice for his fallen partner.

"Tonight..." His only word as he turns off his phone tap equipment. "Tonight, I get it all back. Everything."

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Faith's Apartment
Saturday, June 4, 2002 10:45 AM
Sunnydale, Ca

Faith's three travel bags were packed and ready to go, sitting out in her