Sensual Goodbyes

Pairings: Xander/Other (Beth) Giles/Spike
Fantasy Willow/Giles pairing.
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Inside Spike pulled on some jeans and walked towards the bath room to clean up. Leaving Buffy panting on the bed, through her hazed mind she remembered that Spike hadn’t gotten off yet.

“Spike?”

“Yes luv?”

“Don’t you need to…um…”

Smirking came the reply. “No luv I’m fine”

Buffy swung her legs over the side of the bed looking into the bathroom. “Oh….Ya sure?”

“Yes luv.” He came out of the room and sat down on the desk chair smiling at her. “Did you enjoy yourself?” Already knowing the answer.

“Um yeah. I broke the bed.”

“I’ll buy you a new one.”

“It’s okay.” The air was thick with after-fling tension. Or at least on Buffy’s side. Spike on the hand seemed as comfortable as possible, with the onslaught of blue balls approaching. “Are you sure, ya know your fine?”

“Yes luv.”

“Cause I could… ya know… fix it for ya.”

“Don’t worry about it, pet.”

“Why not? Spike, why don’t you want it?”

“I, I just can’t luv. You’re a beautiful thing and you know I’d love to jump in that bed with you and ride you into oblivion but I have those bloody morals now. It wouldn’t be right.”

“So I’m aloud to get off but not you.”

“No.”

“Well that sucks.”

Spike chuckled as he began to pull on one of his famous form fitting black t-shirts. “Only a little pet. Don’t worry I’ll fit a good toss in. Or distract myself. Think about that damn ancient singer from Canada. Who was it? Celine? Bloody woman should be dead by now she’s so old.”

“Oh I know!” Exclaimed Buffy, more then ready to move on to a less tense subject. Or rather any subject. “I bet she’s a demon. We should go slay her. Except the only easy way is to go to one of her concerts. Ya up for it?” Buffy giggled, knowing full well Spike hated this idea.

“Wot? And have my stones shattered by those high notes? I’d bloody well think not! Even when I was super demon I hated that bint.” Spike was ranting.

“No way in hell or earth you’re going to get me-“ Looking up from tying his boots on he saw Buffy’s nude form quietly giggling. When she saw him look up she immediately cowered expecting a tickling to remember. Seeing this Spike began to laugh himself. Leaning forward he poked her beneath the ribs.

“Silly chit! Yer going to give me a nightmare you are. I’m gonna come back and piss on your couch I am. And then what good would that do ya?” Spike grinned knowing this would keep Buffy off the Celine-torment path for at least a little while. She wrinkled her nose at the thought.

“Eww. Spike pee. On my couch. Eww. Any pee. On my couch. Eww.”

Spike laughed again and stood up. “Alright then luv come here gimme a kiss. I’m off to go visit Watcher. Need to barrow a book. Why don’t you clean up I’ll be back before 10. I have to stop by Red’s as well.” Buffy got up and gave him a chaste kiss.

“Why do you have to barrow a book?”

“Cause only the Watcher would carry maps frlacelaces he’s never seen you silly bint. Don’t get all possessive again.” Spike let her go and walked towards the door.

Buffy giggled “Kay. Be back soon though Dawn wanted us to come by her school at lunch to say goodbye.”

“Alright luv,” Spike stood in the door way watching Buffy’s new form walk into the bathroom appreciatively. Smiling he closed the door and left. Stopping by the kitchen he grabbed his knapsack then his duster and headed out the door and into broad daylight, twitching just slightly still unused to it.

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Giles looked down at his watch. He was nervous. Spike needed to talk to him, he said it was urgent. The ageing watcher hoped it wasn’t anything half-insane as the vampire Spike’s ideas so oso often been. But then again he was still the same mind and body. Giles quickly entertained a few raunchy thoughts about Spike. Spread eagle on dining table. Bent over the filing cabinet. Even simply lying nude on the black leather couch. Giles wouldn’t admit it out loud but he was a bisexual, and the last time he had had a good piece of man-ass was after Ethan’s last visit to town. After his old mate had yet again shown his face Giles dragged him into the library and bent him over the main table and took him. Un-lubricated and all. Ripper had found some sick satisfaction in that, and was sated for a good while. But now he was back and waiting for a nice round. The blond ex vampire was choice in Ripper’s mind and Giles personally couldn’t wait to get his hands on him.

But he wouldn’t. He never would. Giles had been having such fantasies for years now. Xander in the principal’s office. Oz in his cage. Even Larry, the gay football player, was taken once or twice in the steamy locker room showers after practice. Thank god he had met Jenny. The gypsy was an original, just as sick and perverted as Giles viewed himself to be. More even. Her computer lessons in the library had often turned into sweaty fuck-fests. She catered to his sexuality, attacking him unexpectedly with strap-ons, bringing home her half brother for threesomes. Only after she died and he went through her electronic journal did he learn about how truly twisted she was. Her fantasies gave him some nightmares as well as a bit of good wank material From the Master fucking Giles up the ass as the librarian blew Angel, to Orgies between the scoobies’ male members. Once she describe a vivid fantasy of her raping Buffy, fucking her with every thing from her thigh high boots to the fat handle of his favorite battle axe. It had taken Giles 3 weeks to read through that entry with out coming in his pants.

A knock at the door interrupted Giles’ musings. Ripper screamed in delight knowing it was the blond, while Giles on the other hand was worried about the huge hard-on he was sporting as he opened the door.

“’Ello Wotcher.” Giles’ erection became even more painfully larger in his pants his 9 and a half inches was throbbing making him look almost as if he had his heart beating in his pants.

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Spike had walked over to the watcher’s home aching. He tried to calm down. Thinking about that stupid Celine. Or about Martha Stewart and her pumpkin carving episode. But the more he tried to slip out of his arousal the more his two “distractions” combined intill Celine was inspecting Martha’s pumpkins. And not any of the carving sorts.

“Bloody hell!” Spike growled turning up the walkway towards the watcher’s house. “Think of the wotcher. That’s it. If he doesn’t get you down I donno what will.” Spike took the last three strides u the the door and knocked. Silently repeating to himself ‘think of the wotcher, think of the wotcher, think of-‘ the door and Spike found himself facing the man on his mind. And his rather large boner. He wouldn’t be the first to admit it but his vampire experiences had left him as a very liberal human. A very sexual open vampire. And the watcher happened to have some very rugged good looks about him. Spike’s mind was going a mile a minute. Watcher on the table, watcher on the couch, watcher in the kitchen, watcher in bed. All nude. Gulping Spike cleared his mind.

“’Ello Wotcher.” This visit may take a while.

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Willow paused after opening her door this time. No screams, good sign. Grabbing the bag from passenger seat Willow got out of the compact and headed to the door. Pausing again she listened. No moans, another good sign. Shower, bad? Buffy singing, good, well not so good but good in the sense that Buffy seemed to be in thewer wer alone. Using her house key Willow let herself in as her whirling thoughts straightened out into the redhead’s normal from of logic.

“Hey Buff I’m here! I got chocolate galore!” Willow called up the stairs hoping any nude bleach blonds would hear and clothe themselves. She cringed at the mental image of Spike and Buffy boinking. She wondered if sinuses came with a horny gene here in Cleveland. Lately everyone seemed to be gettin' it on. Even Giles had a glimmer of lust in his eyes. Giles. Lusty Giles. Mmm. Talk about salty goodness the redhead grinned. Just because she was an open bisexual didn’t mean she couldn’t have those wanna-jump-dem-bones feelings over Giles. He did have that rugged good look about him. Ever since they had met she’d been dreaming about being tossed over his knee and spanked until her hair and bum matched. Setting down her bag Willow began to unpack. chocolate Ice cream, chocolate cookies, brownie bites, chocolate frosting, chocolate whipped cream, chocolate bars, calling card. Yup it was all there. She set aside the calling card to give Spike. She had a feeling he’d be making a few x-rated tofy dfy during his little escape. Oh god the images again. Think other thoughts, boring thoughts, Giles thoughts! Giles is boring! And unsexed! And oh look self! I’m bent over the counter and Giles has a handy paddle!

Willows thoughts were interrupted by a chipper Buffy bouncing down the stairs.

“Ooh! Will! Look at all the goodies! You didn’t have to do this for little menstrual me!” Buffy bounced over to the counter and began to dig into the brownie bits. She began dunking them in the frosting.

“Oh um its okay! I came by around ten minutes ago and then remembered oh yeah I should go and be nice and yeah!” Willow flushed red.

“You came by? Just a few minutes ago?” Buffy’s eyes widened, then she resumed a nonchalant act. “You didn’t by chance hear anything did you?”

“Oh only a little.”

Buffy turned as red as Willow. “Oh my god Will! Did you! Oh my god!” Buffy forgot about her brownie bits in frosting, and instead filled her hands with hece. ce.

“Oh don’t worry I only heard you scream once! Then it got real quiet, I still left though didn’t want to hear Spike.”

“Actually Spike didn’t get off…” and with that Buffy began to fill in her best friend over her last escapade.

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“Uhhh! UHHH! OH! UHH!” Groans and grunts escaped loudly from Beth’s lips. With a scream she reached her climax. In a few strokes Xander joined her on that level of bliss, rolling off her.

“Oh my god.” She moaned. “Xander that was great!” Xander did his best to muster a cocky grin as he lay panting beside her, semi hard. Breathing heavily she rolled over onto him, sliding down she cupped his balls. “You made me scream, let me pay you back.”

Xander’s cock immediately hardened as she put it in her mouth. Slowly she began to bob her head, each time taking in another inch of his sturdy 6. Mean while her fingers fluttered over his sac stroking it softly. Now that she was deep-throating him she began to handle his sac a bit more roughly making Xander’s moans turn into gasps. Now with each bob she hummed around his cock using her hand to stroke his length as her tongue played with his head. Moving her hand she dove down, taking him all the way in. Feeling him nearing his climax she held him there then hummed and sucked as hard as she could while squeezing his ballith ith a shout he came, and she lapped it down easily.

“God.” He said breathing even harder then before. “You swear your not a professional?”

Giggling Beth crawled up beside him and rested her head on his chest. “I swear. You just spur me into a sexual frenzy that’s all.”

Xander again sighed. “Oh. Well that’s good.” He was obviously still shell-shocked.

“So what do you say to a shower before we go to Buffy’s?”

“Buffy’s?”

“Yeah. You gotta take Spike to Columbus? But first we’re gonna hang out and watch that new comedy you rented.”

“Oh yeah. Thanks. Just uh, don’t tell Buffy about Columbus. She knows I’m taking him to the train station, she uh just kinda doesn’t know where that station is.”

“Uh oh. Your pants are on fire?”

“Hun I’m not wearing pants, see?” He thrust up against her, making her erupt with giggles.

“Metaphorically. Liar.”

“Its not so much a lie as it isn’t the whole truth.”

“Uh huh. Sure. So why do you have to drive him to Columbus again?” She pulled him up off the bed. “Tell me the story…in the shower.” Xander grinned and slapped her ass making her squeak and run off towards the bathroom.

“Funny thing,” He said to Beth as she waited in the doorway. “I don’t think we’ll finish it.”

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“Oh, hello, please come in.” Giles stepped to the side letting the blonde in. “Um, what do you need? On the phone you said it was urgent.”

“Uh yeah. I need to use your books.”

“That hardly sounds incredibly important, Spike. And why do you have a backpack?” The taller Englishmen gestured to the limp bag.

Spike emptied his knapsack on the watcher’s dining room table. Two notepads, three maps, 6 rather ancient books, and one small equally old journal type book. Giles approached the desk rather duck footedly. Looking up he saw Spike smirking.

“Problem Wotcher? Here lemme help ya with that.” And before Giles could say his own name Spike was on his knees freeing the man’s member, about to give Giles a world class blowjob.

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