Truth or Dare

Three heads whipped up to stare guiltily at the slender blonde standing, arms akimbo, at the mouth of the alley. Buffy glared at the three man tumbled together in various states of undress on the dirty pavement. “What the hell is going on here?” she demanded.

Xander opened his mouth, but was quickly stifled by Giles' hand.

“And before you even think of saying it's a private matter, or however the hell you want to word it, may I remind you that this is a public alley? In the middle of God-damned downtown Sunnydale?” Buffy added, all but screeching.

Spike looked desperately at Giles, knowing the older man would be the only one capable of getting them out of this … unpleasant situation in anything like one piece.

Giles cleared his throat. “It's … we're …” He removed his glasses, but realised that he couldn't easily clean them, so put them back. “As it happens, Xander, Spike and I have, uh, formed a, well, a relationship, and, and, well, it involves sex. As you may have noticed,” he added, glancing at his lovers. “May, may I ask … how much …”

“Too much,” Buffy answered hurriedly. “Way too much. A good time was had by all,” she declared, “except yours truly.” She shuddered. “I need brain bleach,” she muttered to herself.

“Oi!” Spike protested. “I'll have you know we're bloody hot!”

“Spike!” Xander hissed as he poked at his hip. “Shut up!”

“Oh, and I suppose you think anyone would be pleased to be graced by one of your performances?” Buffy sneered. “You think Riley would enjoy it? Maybe Angel?”

Xander shuddered at the thought of Buffy's boyfriend, but Spike looked thoughtful at the mention of his Grand-Sire.

Spike pursed his lips in thought. “I don't know. I think he'd want to join in too much, then you have the whole 'losing his soul' shite to deal with,” he frowned.

Buffy's complexion flushed alarmingly. “What?” she demanded.

“Angelus,” Spike shrugged. “Surely you didn't think we didn't have a time or two in the sack together, Slayer?” he asked, incredulous. “Bloody hell, woman, we're vampires. We'll do anything moving, if it takes our fancy. Actually,” he added, frowning thoughtfully, “the moving bit isn't really a requirement.”

“Spike,” Giles began warningly. “What Spike means to say is that gender doesn't usually concern vampires, nor does species, as such. They, they are pansexual. And, being that Angelus and Spike were closely related, they were more likely to, to involves themselves in more … intimate encounters.”

Buffy shuddered, and raised her hand to her mouth. “Oh God,” she moaned. “Oh, I, I really need to … I need to go, now,” she decided, and swiftly exited the alley.

Xander looked around Spike to see if he could spy which direction his friend had taken. “

So… Does this mean we can get dressed now?”

~~~~~

Xander shifted in his seat as Giles drove them back to his apartment. Buffy's sudden appearance in the alley had thrown something of a dampener on the whole experience, but he couldn't help but smile at the deep ache in his ass caused by his two lovers. His cock, also, was sending out signals, tired as it was from its big night of torture, and he smiled at the memories it was producing.

“Penny for your thoughts, love,” Spike smirked as he looked back to the dark-haired man.

Xander offered an answering smirk. “Well, don't know that I want to do that, exactly, again in a hurry, but it was mega-hot.”

Giles glanced at his young lover in the rearview mirror. “No especial kink for exhibitionism?” he enquired.

Xander looked out the window as he thought, then caught Giles' eye in the mirror, and smiled. “Maybe a little one,” he admitted. “Getting caught by Buffy our first time didn't exactly help,” he chuckled.

“No,” Giles agreed. “That was…”

“The words do not exist, Giles,” Xander decided.

Spike chuckled, then guffawed, then descended into gales of laughter.

“Whatever is this about?” Giles demanded, eyeing him worriedly.

“Slayer,” Spike gasped. “Found out her Watcher and her best friend a) like the boys, b) like each other that way, c) like a vamp that way. Worse: said vamp is me! Oh, and d) her precious Angel likes the boys, likes me, also!”

“Oh, dear Lord,” Giles muttered. “He's right.”

Xander nibbled on his lip for a moment. “Oops?” he offered.