The Warriors

Title: The Warriors
AUTHOR: Willie J (aka Lemonychocolate)
EMAIL: wmj166@msn.com
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PAIRINGS: Eventual A/X
RATING: R for now
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any part of Buffy et all, not Angel the Series.
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DISTRIBUTION: List Archives
SPOILERS: Season 7 of Btvs, Season 4 of Ats
BETA'D BY: Echo and James
SUMMARY: Sunnydale

Chapter 5

Xander regarded her, looked at his family before looking at her again, "We know."

And when he looked back at her, Buffy shuddered at the grim look on his face.

"But what you don't understand Buffy is that what the First has planned is a lot more dangerous than it just letting the Turok-hans loose on the world. And if we don't stop the First right here, right now...well it's gonna get bad," Xander left the rest unsaid.

"So you have a choice, Buffy. Bust up your little soapbox into a couple of old-fashioned stakes or...," Willow said quietly, leaning against Angel.

Buffy blinked before her face harden in outrage and demanded harshly, "Or what?"

"Or fight us and die," Angel finished, his voice even quieter than Willow's.

Buffy was shaken by the cold resolved faces on her former friends.

"Who the hell do you think you are," Kennedy demanded harshly. "Buffy has fought almost all her life against shitty creatures like you and came out on top! What Xander?! You and Willow think you're all that now that think you got some kinda power between you two. Do you honestly think she needs your goddamn help," she sneered at them.

"Kennedy, shut up," came low response from an unexpected source.

"NO! They've apparently forgotten who their real friends are and who you are. You are the fuckin' Slayer and they need to remember that," Kennedy yelled, rounding on Buffy angrily.

Andrew drew closer to Giles, his eyes wide at the shouting match that was going on.

"Kennedy, shut the FUCK UP!" Buffy's voice was as icy, her eyes equally cold glaring at the angry Potential.

Kennedy gasped, her face draining white at the cold rage in Buffy's eyes.

"Buf...Buffy...I wa...Buffy, I was just trying to help," Kennedy stuttered in surprise, her eyes wide at Buffy's icy expression.

"It's a help that I don't need or want," Buffy shouted angrily, turning her attention to the closed faces of both Willow and Xander.

"Besides, Xander and Willow have always known who their true friends are, and YES I do need their help. How the hell do you think I've lasted this long if not for them," she grated out.

This was all WRONG! She breathed heavily, her hands clenched at her sides as she glared at both Willow and Xander. Angel was supposed to be hers, not theirs! He was supposed to be her promised reward...HERS.

A red mist seemed to cloud her vision as she stared at the trio, seeing the unity...she could almost see the cord that bond the three together. It was so NOT FAIR!

Angel put Xander and Willow protectively behind him despite their furious protests. If Buffy attacked them, he would take the brunt of it. No matter what they said or how they claimed they felt, he knew it would cut them to the bone to hurt Buffy. They each had too many years invested in her to seriously hurt her in clear conscience.

Xander and Willow rested theirds ads against Angel's back, knowing he was right but sending him the message that no matter what their feeling for Buffy, he came first in their lives.

"Where do I sleep," Buffy growled to them, in her eyes stormclouds were brewing. There had to be a way to break this..unholy Trinity up. She just couldn't accept that Angel preferred someone over her. She eyed Xander, silently sneering, especially HIM!

Kennedy gaped at Buffy, "You're just gonna accept this shit from them?!" Then her face grew dark as hot anger surged through her. Willow was HERS goddamn it and she wasn't ready to get rid of her yet. And neither Xander or, her lip curled in a sneer, some vampire was going to take her away at least not until she was finished with her. Maybe it was time for her to do what Buffy apparently couldn't, she thought coldly.

Moving with every ounce of speed she had, almost like a Slayer she thought proudly, she leaped forward with a stakeone one hand, the other a hard fist...

...and met a brutal backhand blow from Willow that lifted her off her feet, sending her some distance from the watching people.

Buffy snorted to herself: IDIOT! Even she wasn't stupid enough to attack Xander, especially not in front of Willow.

Kennedy got off the the floor, touching her face with disbelieving fingers and looking at the blood smeared on the digits. Her head jerked up, a snarl curling her lips as she leaped to attack Willow.

"You fucking bitch! You were nothing when I picked your skinny, geeky ass out of the garbage heap and you'll still be nothing without your magic," she hissed.

Oh no, she just did NOT say that! Andrew huffed angrily, if Willow did not give Kennedy an old fashioned beat down then he would be more than happy to do it. He still had a couple things left from when he went over to the darkside.

Willow raised a brow, then started unfastening her jacket and tossing it to the side, "Let me show you how we do it Sunnydale style."

"No magic," Kennedy looked at her narrowly.

"No magic," Willow agreed with a cold smile.

Kennedy smiled, no magic meant that she was assured of a easy victory and she attacked, supremely confident of her fighting abilities, after all wasn't she the one training the rest of the Potentials.

She didn't understand how it was possible that Willow. The shy, hesitant babble witch continuously blocked each and every one of her strikes, ducking and flowing around her with easy grace.

Kennedy charged her again and whirled to face Willow, when the girl had sidestepped her initial charge. She was barely was able to deflect and block the red-head's strikes and kicks.

Everyone mouths were gaping in astonishment at the fight taking place before their very eyes.

Andrew eyes were wide with excitement. This was this was sooo cool...just like Star Trek. Spock against Kirk, best friends in a death battle over that skanky whatshername. Not that Xander and Angel wasn't good enough for Willow to fight for especially since Kennedy was gonna kill them. All Willow and Kennedy needed now was the music which would make this even cooler. He squealed, then coughed to hide that unmanly sound as Willow put a beat down on Kennedy.

Going on the offensive, Willow backhanded Kennedy in the face and followed up with a roundhouse kick to the dark haired girl's stomach. But Kennedy recovered surprisingly fast and responded with an kick to Willow's back, forcing her to her knees with a cry.

Kennedy stomped, almost catching Willow in the face before the red head rolled quickly away.

Willow rolled into side kick, sending Kennedy crashing to the floor. The witch quickly got to her feet and slammed her foot into the Potential's face with a spinning backkick. Then she sent a left cross into Kennedy's face followed by a backhand with the same fist before swinging the dark haired girl around and head first into the wall, watching as the Potential finally slumped to the floor.

Bruised and bloody.

Defeated.

Buffy shook her head and sneered at the embattled Kennedy: Dumb and getting dumber by the second. Bored she turned away from the fight to see both Xander and Angel looking at her with closed looks. Her eyes narrowed as she realized that they had been watching her all the time as if she was a threat.

"My room," and she waited with strained patience as Willow grabbed her jacked, and gathered the rest of Potential, Giles, and the rest to her to escort them to their rooms.

Finally getting them all settled, Buffy waited with a set face for Willow to show her to her room. Gritting her teeth, she looked around for Spike. Wondering where he was, he would do fine at relieving her of her stress...after all he claimed he was so in love with her and that he would do anything she wanted. Her lips curved in a nasty smirk, and right now she wanted him to fuck her until she couldn't see Willow, Xander and Angel together.

"Where's Spike's and what room is he in," she said casually to Willow.

Willow looked at her with a bland smile, "Oh I'm sure he's around somewhere."

"And Dawn? Where is she," Buffy started, she couldn't remember when she had last since her sister and she frowned, recalling the impressive beautiful creature that was her sister.

"Oh, I'm sure she's around somewhere," Willow said carefully and looked away from Buffy.


Dawn had to do some extremely fast talking to stop Spike from trying to kill Wesley, and Wes from trying to attack Spike. Why did SHE hafta have the difficult ones, she huffed in annoyance. And glancing at the angry, glaring men, she knew she wouldn't have it any other way.

Giving Spike a quick summary of what was happening, explaining what goning to happen and what they meant to each other. Of course Wesley wanted no part in a triad relationship, especially not one with a 'bloody vampire' and with Spike snarling that no soddin' Nancy boy was gonna 'touch his Niblet'. Needless to say, Wesley snippily replied that he read the Watcher's diaries so it was a case of the pot calling the kettle black, except in his case he was brand new. The situation rapidly went downhill from there.

So Dawn did what any self-respecting female who had had ENOUGH did. Letting out a scream of pure fury, she sat down and burst into tears. She was never going to get married, she moaned softly to herself, curling up into a ball and drawing a wing over her head. Everyone else was married except her.

Spike and Wesley eyed the shuddering bundle of feathers with uneasily, before exchanging warily looks, sinking down and laying gentle hands on the shivering wings.

"Miss Summers...Dawn, I'm sorry it just wouldn't work," Wesley said softly. "I've never contemplated sex with you or Spike. My memories of you are as a child and quite frankly, I've never felt the need to have sex with a male. Especially a vampire male."

"Niblet, I'm sorry all right?! It's just, just you kinda threw me when you changed...you know that I love your sister, and besides I just don't think of you that way," Spike floundered helplessly, giving Wesley a pleading look for help.

"You didn't even try to kiss me, so how would you know," came Dawn muffled watery voice.

The men exchanged glances of hope, feeling out of their depth but maybe this was an answer.

"Okay, if I kiss you, will you stop crying," Spike bargained cunningly, a quick kiss and the lil‘ bit would see that they weren't good for each other. He glared at Wesley, and neither was the bloody ex-Watcher.

"No," Dawn muttered, drawing her wing tighter about her.

"How about if we both kiss you," Spike upped the offer, glaring at Wesley in gam gameface at the other start of protest.

Dawn's wing shifted a bit, a dark blue eye peeking out, "You mean it," she said suspiciously.

"Yes, now come out and give us a kiss," Spike said softly, hol out out his arms and he quickly had a bundle of squirming Dawn in his arms. Very much surprised to feel...a spark ignite when he met her eyes.

Dawn smiled slowly as Spike came closer, his blue eyes flaring with an unnamed emotion that made her shiver deliciously thenthen he was kissing her....Spike was kissing her! Oh my God, was all she could think before her mind turned to mush and they sank, squirming onto the bed.

Spike raised he head, a dazed look in his eye, "Well, fuck me," he softly exclaimed, staring into Dawn's aroused flushed face.

Wesley blinked, his pants becoming uncomfortably tight as he took in the erotic scene, Spike...his hair sexily mussed; Dawn, lips swollen in passion. And he leaned forward almost mindlessly, gently at first then harder, kissing her, moaning into her mouth. He felt a cool hand caressing his thigh before cupping him between his legs and he rocked his hips into the hungry caress.

And they couldn't get their clothes off fast enough. The first time was quick, but their second go around....

...Dawn sat astride Wesley, her face flushed in pleasure as she glided smoothly on the thick organ stroking deep within her. A leg wrapped around Wesley even as Spike gripped her hips in a cool iron grasp.

"Oh, oh...ooooooh...oh God," she moaned as her head lolled against Spike's shoulder as he rocked his hips, his thick shaft slid slowly, deeply within her. Her eyes were half-closed as she wallowed in the thick rich pleasure she felt, having both men inside her, loving her. Feeling the Bond surging through her, through them. She held on tightly to Wesley's shoulders, silently urging them both to give in to her, to claim her for their own with each lascivious movement of her hips.

Twisting, she kissed Spike hungrily, reveling in their tumultuous greedy possession of her body even as she arched. Thrusting more of her breast in Wesley's gluttonous mouth, undulating her hips wantonly on the two shafts that slid easily into her twin openings. No wonder Buffy was crazy about Angel and Spike if sex was this good with vampires, she thought in a half-daze of incandescent pleasure.

Spikes' eyes flared with icy heat as he lunged deeper into Dawn's velvety, clenching nether hole. A low rumbling snarl came from him as he met Wesley's eyes over her sweaty shoulder as he kissed and nibbled at her neck. He groaned harshly as he felt the long slide of Wesley hard cock between the thin barrier that separated them within Dawn.

Growling low in his throat he leaned over Dawn's shoulder and greedily devoured Wesley's wet, passion swollen lips even as Dawn began frantically attacking Wesley's neck with frantic hot kisses before joining, making it a three way kiss.

Still continuing to ride the rigid poles thrusting into her.

Moaning deeply into Spike's cool mouth, Wesley continued to mindlessly to help guide Dawn's sweaty hips back and forth as she plunged up and down on him. Shuddering, opening his mouth wider to taste more of Spike, their tongues gliding wetly against each other before a third entered the sensuous playground.

And all three began moving faster, plunging deeper as they felt their orgasms approaching.

Wesley looked at Dawn in awe. The flushedouseoused face...her eyes blind with pleasure. Mouth parted and low hoarse cries falling from her lips. Moist breasts jiggling under the force of Spike's thrusts and her vigorous, writhing hips. Eyes half-closed, head back and resting on Spike's shoulder as she held his hand pressed against her stomach, wrapping her other arm around his shoulder, hair trailing in long, wet locks around the three of them...clinging to her sweaty, flushed face. Her body arching and wiggling between them.

Beautiful, he thought as his mind cleared for a brief moment before becoming lost in the tide of hungry pleasure, bending his head to take a voluptuous breast into his mouth. Nibbling, sucking a pouting nipple to a hard pebbly peak.

Ecstactic low moans came from her when Spike took its twin and subjected it to intense stimulation with his long cool fingers as his hips dipped and rammed into her harder, wringing a choked scream from her throat.

She rode faster, her back arching sleekly for Spike's increasingly hard lunges, gasping as both men hit twin spots blinding pleasure, sending waves of fiery rapture through her.

"SPIKE! Oh GOD! Oh God, Wesley! WES! WES! Oh God yes," she screamed, her eyes flaring, changing to an intense blue. The force of Spike's desperate thrusts pushed her, moaning and writhing against Wesley, forcing him on his back. Now all she could do was helplessly squirm her hips between the two men pounding into her. "DAW"DAWN!...Oh FUCK!....YES!....Fuck niblet!" Spike yelled, slamming deeper into her grasping ass, pulling a wail of pure sensation from her. With every plunge into her ass, he could feel Wesley cock sliding against him, making him even harder and thicker in his niblet as he stared into the man's eyes, now a solid blue.

Wesley starp inp into Spike's eyes, almost coming out of his lust induced daze as the other's eyes slowly became an incandescent blue. When Dawn lifted her head from his neck, he moaned softly to see her eyes were the same incandescent blue as Spike's and he closed his eyes as he felt his climax slam into him.

Screaming hoarsely, calling out both his lovers' names he came...and came.

The second tri-Bond was now complete.


Four days later, Xander down the stairs screaming for Angel, Wesley and Willow who all came running with shouts of 'What?!'

"They found her," Xander said breathlessly almost bouncing in joy. Yelping with excitement, he flex and his wings came into view. With a powerful jump, he was in the air, flitting around the high ceilings of the mansion with screams of joy.

Suddenly both Willow and Angel began laughing almost hysterically, hugging each other in glad joy and dancing.

"They found Cordy," Willow yelled to Wesley, who had to turn away to hide his sudden show of emotion.

Spike came down the stairs, drawn by Wesley surge of happiness and loss of emoti con control, silently extending his strength and support to his mate until he was okay.

~S'right, he asked anxiously, his blue eyes worried, though he tried to hide it behind a fierce frown.~

~I'm okay, Wes replied softly, And thank you.~

~Any time, luv.~ came the soft response.

"Dawn, could you go get them," Xander asked anxiously, perching easily on the banister as Dawn was coming down. "She's probably gonna need some healing so I'll call Isis, see if she can heal her."

"I'm off," Dawn smiled and disappeared.

Xander's eyes flared and a glorious black haired woman appeared in the living room, startling the Potentials into moving away anxiously. Remembering the last time one of Dawn and Xander's friends showed up the Potential's separated and headed for the various exits out of the room. This time they wanted a head start, just in case.

Dawn flickered into view, with an unconscious Connor dangling over her shoulder and Fred, Gunn and Lorne in tow.

And a limp, white Cordelia cradled in Gunn's arms looking paler than either of the vampires.

Slowly Xander walked forward and took the limp bundle gently from Gunn with sad eyes, then a trembling smile crossed his lip as he turned to Isis and silently extending Cordy to her.

Isis' eyes soften, Xander had always been a favorite among her fellow keys and looking at the limp bundle in her arms she knew that it was good that Xander called on her. For Dawn to attempt a healing such as this would drain the Ancient Key strength and she would definitely be needing it in the upcoming battle, it the rumors were true.

Slowly her huge black, feathery wings appeared...far exceding Dawn and Xander's wingspan by two feet. Then gradually the wings began to tighten, curve around the two, sealing them away from sight. Only an eerie pulsing glow emanating and the quivers of the feathery enclosed figures belied the impression of a statue.

Everyone waited with hushed breath as the light pulsed faster, faster still.

Glowing brighter...illuminating until the wings burst open in a shower of black silky feathers...

And Ms. Cordelia Chase smiled puzzledly up at the beautiful winged woman holding her.

"Uhm, not to sound ungrateful cause I got the feeling that you did something really incredibly cool, but I'm so NOT a lesbian," she said hesitantly to the smiling figure.

At the shouts of laughter, she twisted her head and slid out of the woman's arms. Her legs instantly caved in and had it not been for the arm around her waist she would have hit the ground hard.

"Gunn and Fred are crying? Xander too! And standing next to Angel?! Okay, I'm dead, right? Did a lot of people come to my funeral," she asked anxiously, looking around at the people laughing and crying.

Gunn and Fred came rushed over to her and pulled her away from the woman. Gunn swung her into the air before trying to squeeze, what she now recognize as her life, straight out of her.

And after lots of hugs and kisses from everyone, they settled down to get her caught up on what had been happening, learning also from her what had happened.

"Me a higher being?! Oh please! I can just imagine how incredibly boring That would be. The last thing I remember is Skip talking to me. I said No to his too generous offer...I mean, I know that Igoodgood but that good? That was just wrong! Maybe Giles or even Joyce Summer, yeah I could understand, but me? Seriously, I could count of one hand the number of bad things I did in an HOUR...and they wanted me, Cordelia Chase to become a higher being? Uh uh, I am Hellmouth born...and we are bred to recognize danger like that. I turned to run, I felt pain in my head and everything went black. Then I woke up and saw you guys," and she looked around at her stunned audience.

"So, what’d I miss?" With a bright smile all around the room.

She was horrified to learn what some crazy insane demoness had been doing running around looking like her, and Omigod the outfit they say she had on...with a big bulging belly?! She looked with revulsion at the bound Connor, "I changed your diapers! And you guys thought I slept with him?! That is so like...ewwww!" She shuddered and gave Angel an angry burning glare.

Angel quickly moved behind Xander and Willow, then remember that Cordy was weak and unable to stand. Carefully keeping an eye on her, he moved back to his seat.

Cordy just gave him her nastiest smile and warned him softly, "Angel, my being weak is only temporary."

Angel looked up at Xander and Willow with pathetic puppy dog eyes, and they patted his shoulders comfortingly but shook their heads. Angel was on his own in this, he should have known better.

And over the next several days, they trained and exercised, discussing battle plans with Xander pulling every scrap of information from Buffy's unwilling lips.

Already it was settled who was leading this mission and Buffy was still stewing over the fact that NOBODY recognized that she had been leading missions for almost seven years as The Slayer. She snorted eyeing Xander surrounded by the chattering Potential's, now all of a sudden Xander's Mr. Pally Wally with them, just because he knows aleir eir names and lets them have fun?! Well, when they got hurt, they got their asses handed to them, they'll be back.

Xander eyed Buffy dancing with Angel, he snorted if you could call *that* dancing. The majority of the 50 states called it trolling for customers but it was quasi legal in at least one state. He shook his head wearily, for two freakin' weeks she had been trying with limited success to put the moves on Angel and it was only through his and Willow's effort's that Buffy was still alive.

It was time to put an end to her little Blonde Ambition Tour. Angel had given both him and Willow their orders, either they put a stop to Buffy or he will...permanently. While neither he or Willow really wanted to hurt her, they also knew Angel really didn't have a problem with snapping her neck.

He exchanged a glance with Willow when they heard a new song start and a wicked smile crossed their faces before Xander sauntered casually over to Buffy and stone faced Angel.

Gliding between the two, he began dancing with Buffy, subtly guiding her away from Angel. Smiling sweetly into her angry eyes.

//Do it do it do it do it do it, no!//

Sliding his hand up her shoulder, his hips moving in erotic counterpart to the throbbing beat, he kept moving her further away from Angel.

Buffy was initially furious at Xander when he slid between her an Angel but was careful not to show her rage. She blinked as he started dancing with her, holding her eyes and since when did Xander's eyes become smoldering, hot coals. Her brows rose in astonishment at the sensuous moves Xander was making. Holy shit, and where the hell was she when Xander became a such hottie?!

Then giving him her best smile, she began dancing almost as provocatively as he... her arms draped over his shoulders.

//I was lookin for affection
So I decided to go, swing that dick in my direction
I'll be of cof control
Let's take it to perfection
Just you and me
Let's see if you can bring bring bring the nasty out of me
Nownownow now sock it//

Far enough, Xander thought, swiftly turning around and gliding back to Angel, leaving Buffy standing in shock.

A wicked look in his eyes, a sulky pout on his lips he began a scorching bump and grind number for Angel. Mouthing the words to the song to Angel, a hot look of lust on his face.

//Ooh ahh, sock it to me like you want to
Ooh I can take it like a pro you know;
Move a long probe with the backstroke;
My hormones jumpin like a disco//

Xander crouched low, then undulated slowly up Angel's leg, his cock brushing teasingly on the corded muscle.

//I be poppin mess like some Crisco;
All you gotta say is where Xander go;
And when you say go I won't move slow//

His hips began snapping against the vampire, his eyes simmering with desire.

Buffy's mouth dropped open at the lustful adoration on Xander's face and slowly closed at the look of smoldering desire on Angel's face as he looked down into Xander's face. The truth lly lly slapping her in the face and she bit her lip savagely to still the betraying quiver.

//I'm at your house around midnight, don't fall asleep
It'll just be me me me, on a late night creep
I'm gonna show you things, that you can't believe
Jump in this b-e-d, won't you sock it to me//

He turned his back to Angel and writhe slowly against his crotch. His eyes half-closed and his hips moved with heavy sensuality as he pressed back into the growing bulge between Angel's legs. Feeling more than hearing the low rumble of desire coming from deep in his husband's chest.

"Ooh ahh, sock it to me like you want to; I can take it like a pro and you'll know; do a long p wit with the backstroke," he mouthed the salacious words, a look of burning passion on his face.

His back arching slowly, he shimmied against the tent pole Angel had in his pants. A ragged moan was pulled from him as a burning feeling set his pucker to twitching and he knew that only Angel had the right tool capable giving him relief.

"My hormones are jumpin like a disco; I be poppin mess like some Crisco," and Angel tilted Xander's face up for a long languid kiss stopping those lush lips, that quickly grew hot enough to melt a glacier. Never breaking the connection of their mouths, he turned Xander around and pressed the sultry, swaying body against the wall, still probing the lush moist interior.

//Ooh ahh, sock it to me like you want to
I can take it like a pro and you'll know
Do a long probe with the backstroke
My hormones are jumpin like a disco
I be poppin mess like some Crisco.
And all you gotta say is that Willow go
And when you say it though I want it moved slow//

Willow inhaled noisily, her eyes glazing with desire as she took in the sight of her two boys, practically fucking right in front of everyone. She whined low in her throat as she came nearer. Angel long arm shot out and yanked her to them as Xander wrapped his legs around Angel's waist.

Pulling her into a deep hungry kiss, Angel lengthen a nail and slid the sharp point down the back seam on Xander's pants. Easing a finger slointointo the hot buttery interior of Xander's ass, enjoying the way his little warrior fastened teeth in his neck as he rubbed their aching cocks together.

Willow wormed her hand between the two bodies, frantically trying to loosen Angel's pants, to get at the hardening flesh within and whimpering in frustration as the tightening of Angel's trouser snake made the job difficult. She pulled his head down harder opening her mouth wider to take more of his delectable tongue, debating whether to just magic them away. She heard a rip, a warm air bathed her chest and a cool hand began plucking at her nipples.

"Angel! Angel! ANGEL!" Dawn screamed, her eyes widen at the writhing, trio about to have sex right in front of everyone!

Giles and the rest were dumbstruck.

Andrew was almost dancing in place as he watched the enthralling scene, trying to copy Xander's moves. How cool was that? They looked so sexy kissing and that dance that Xander just did, it was the coolest thing the way Xander just busted a move on her. He put Buffy in HER place!

Faith had grown increasingly horny and eyed Robin with a lascivious look.

Angel jerked his head up and cast a golden eyed look over his shoulder at the gaping, staring people.

"Angel," he heard Buffy say brokenly, her hand outstretched to him. Her eyes were shattered and welling with tears.

He lookewn awn at Willow and all three disappeared.

Dawn eyed her boys with lustful intent and then they also disappeared from the room.

Buffy gave a choked sob, and at the mingled glances of contempt and pity she ran off into the night.

Faith just thanked God that the two rooms were soundproofed. There was no need to make us poor mortal envious.


Xander woke up slowly, aware of a gentle nibbling on his neck that he arched into with a soft mewl of pleasure. Eagerly grasping the dark head with a low cry, he guided Angel's greedy mouth to his aching nipples, moaning in heady pleasure as a thick finger probed his hungry, ass. Gasping softly at the wet pull on his throbbing teats he squeaked slightly as Angel pulled him from the bed and over to the table.

Angel moved a chair out of the way and bent Xander over, hoarsely whispering to his mate to brace himself before he slid into the hot, velvety sheath with a long groan of pleasure.

Xander caught his breath at the first breech of Angel big shaft and released his breath with a long sigh of pure bliss.

"So tight," he heard Angel rasp out as he shuddered with hot excitement and clenched his ass around the thick, forceful thrust into him. Bracing himself on the table as Angel began to drive into him with achingly long glide alternating with short, hard strokes. Brushing against his nubbin of pleasure with every pounding movement of that thick shaft in his hot buttery ass.

"Oh, oh, ooooh Angel, oh, oh, oh..." was all he could manage to get out with his body rocking with every lunge of Angel's hips. And he just wanted this to last forever and he moaned lowed in his chest when he felt his balls begin to tighten. He gasped as he felt his hot balls massaged, then tugged firmly, pulling him away from the edge of release.

His head lulled on Angel's chest as he was pulled up, still shimming his aching, greedy ass on the huge fuckstick ramming into his needy pucker. And he almost screamed his fury as Angel pulled out of his spasming circlet of flesh. Then Xander cried out as he was lowered on the thick jutting organ and his thighs seized in hard grip, lifting his legs to dangle helplessly in the air as Angel began to lunge up into his ass.

Willow yawned as low passionate cries drew her swiftly to consciousness and her mouth went dry at the licentious, erotic sight of Xander and Angel. Her eyes dropped unerringly to the place where they were joined, that huge, veiny shaft spreading Xander's asslips wide open. And swallowing heavily, feeling moisture soaking the bed beneath her.

Angel's eyes flared gold as he sniffed the air, smelling the distinct scent of Willow's arousal also filling the air and his eyes locked on her wide-eyed gaze as he continued to thrust into Xander's tight velvety passage. The look in those bottomless green eyes made his cock even harder, something that he was sure Xander appreciated very much from the grateful moan of pleasure from the his boy.

Xander groaned as Angel seemed to get longer, thicker...harder deep within his ravenous body and his eyes fluttered open, and locked onto Willow's lascivious gaze. He never lost contact with her eyes as he whimpered in pleasure with each forceful lunge of Angel's thick shaft up into his clenching hole. It was all he could do to maintain his hold on the arms of the chair; feeling a brief flicker of embarrassment as Willow avidly gazed at them with lust fill eyes, then pleasure surged through him and he let his head fall back to rest on Angel's shoulder, howling with ecstasy.

HOLY SHIT! Was all Willow could think as she took in the steamy erotic scene...Angel sitting in the chair, Xander perched in his lap with his thighs firmly grasped in Angel's powerful grip . both men facing her. Her eyes trailed helplessly down Xander's sweaty heaving chest, to the thick length swaying proudly with every movement of Angel's hips, the soft rounded sacs dangling...bouncing wildly with every lunge...unerringly focusing on the thick, veiny pole appearing and disappearing into the distended opening.

Willow blinked, and in a lust-induced daze, crawled off the bed to the men, fascinated by the huge rod plunging into Xander helpless body. She prowled closer, eyes fixed on her main objective, or *objectives,* she thought happily, eyeing first Xander's dripping shaft then the mighty one stretching him.....

Licking slowly at the fleshy sacs with long caressing strokes of her tongue, gazing all the while up into Xander's eyes, carnal desire blazing in her eyes as she guided the swaying sac into her mouth. She hummed wickedly around her mouthful, relishing the gasping, open-mouth cries from Xander, especially when she licked up his hard length, nibbling gently at the velvety flesh. Then slowly gliding back down, soft, kittenstrostrokes of her tongue...caressing them both, the thick shaft burrowing into Xander's needy ass and the prettily opened lips that Angel was stuffing himself into with increasing speed.

"Oh FUCK!" Xander bellowed at the first languid caress of Will's hot tongue gliding across his opening, stretched tightly around Angel's shaft. All he could do was writhe helplessly under the wash of lewd sensations, growing impossibly harder and practically screaming when he felt Willow worm her horny little tongue into his ass along with Angel's huge cock. Never stopping the glide of her hot little hand around his cock.

"Give it back, Willow," he gasped, still writhing in Angel's lap, as Willow slid her fingers in his ass and hearing the deep moan from behind him.

"I had him first, so give him back," he couldn't help but moan as Willow's started ramming her talented fingers into him harder, stimulating his prostate with every sinful foray into his hungry ass.

Good? Hell yeah! But he still wanted Angel's cock back. He had it first, he thought sulkily, glaring down at her. Not that she don't look good like that, he smirked lecherously at the lewd sight of her cheeks ballooning around Angel's thick sausage.

"Willow," Angel moaned, arching almost helplessly into the girl's warm, sultry heat, "Not that what you're doing is bad...Oh GOD...yes!" he broke off with a shout, flinging his head back with a howl of pleasure. And all that talent wasted on Kennedy, he thought hazily.

"Fair's fair, put me back," he moaned at the sulky pout on her face.

"But Angel, I'm so hungry," Willow whined, her eyes sparkling with lascivious mischief. She ran her tongue slowly over the thick mushroom head, smirking at the fascinated gazes of both men as she began to suck just on the tip, shifting easily with every motion of Angel's hips, denying him further access to her mouth.

Only the tip.

That thick, ridge luscious tip was the only part of him allowed entrance, no matter how bad Angel wanted it...and he wanted it bad. She grinned wickedly before pulling her fingers from Xander spasming sheath and reintroduce their beloved tool of pleasure.

Chuckling softly at the ragged groan from Xander as he was filled to the brim, and she slowly lowered her mouth over his hungry, aching rod, and this time burrowed her fingers into Angel's tight ass. Smirking lewdly around her mouthful of cool flesh at Angel's bellow of pleasure.

And they settled down and began their rapid race to a turbulent climax.

Xander linked to Angel and he in turn linked to Willow, sharing their desire, the joy with one another as their pleasure grew...

Harder they thrust digits, shafts into hungry flesh.

...rising higher..

Hungrily they suckled at a tumescent organ, a cool tongue.

...and burning hotter...

Limbs were trembling, bodies straining as they sought the pinnacle of their passion, of blissful voracious hunger, love, wonder building inside them.

...and she fell, giving them her mind...and he fell, giving them his body...and he fell, giving them his soul...

....into a scorching, volcanic eruption of raw carnal pleasure. Together.

Willow sank bonelessly to the floor, her head resting between Xander's spread thighs, idly licking his limp member clean as Angel slowly lowered his husband's legs.

Xander and Angel exchanged evil tired smiles: Payback time!

And before Willow knew what hit her, she was spread-eagle on the bed and Angel was deep inside her. Looking at the twin wicked smirks, she knew she was in for the ride of her life. Which was exactly what she planned, she smirked to herself before becoming a writhing, screaming...creaming bundle of pure sensation until she couldn't even scream, and then...then they were finished with her.

"So, wore you out, huh," Xander gasped, sprawled face down on the bed and trying to remember how to breathe.

"Whatever," Willow rasped out, tiredly wondering whether to hit Xander or not. Whimpering as even the thought of moving caused her entire body to take up arms in revolt to stop her from moving.

"Both of you shut up and go to sleep," Angel muttered and yawned, totally spent after the mindblowing fuck-a-thon his horny mates put him through.

Willow and Xander sneered at him.

~We wore HIM out, Xander snickered to Willow~

~I heard that, Angel said calmly without moving his aching body from its exhausted sprawl. Chuckling silently at the guilty hush in his mind.

"Go to sleep, we have a big day tomorrow," he said again, smiling at the tireK'sK's from the two tousled heads and they felt sleep cover them in a soft blanket.


Buffy wandered the streets of Sunnydale, desolately. That look in Angel's eyes...that look of burning desire and love slapped her viciously in her face. She drew a shuddering breath as she looked up at an empty house and burst in.

She eyed the man trying to defend his home before mildly telling him to get out of the house, get out of Sunnydale...fast.

Maybe it was something about her, she mused as she wandered into a bedroom. Why couldn't she just be happy? Why did she have to lose everything that ever mattered to her? She knew that God wouldn't give her anything that she couldn't handle, but she just wished that he didn't trust her so much.

She had lost everything that valued to her, Xander, Willow, Dawn...Angel. She started laughing almost hysterically, hot bitter tears coursing down her face...first she ignores Xander in favor of Angel but Angel leaves her anyway. Then its Riley and when she finally decides in his favor, HE leaves. Then when SHE decides to do the leaving, leaving Spike in favor of Angel, Angel doesn't want her. Oh no...Xander and her first love betray her with each other and Willow!

And then to show EVERYBODY what a goddamn fool she was for trusting anybody, even family...when she attempted to reclaim Spike, DAWN has him on lockdown, with her and Wesley. Wesley of all people, she thought feeling indignant.

Then for Xander to embarrass her like that, in front of everybody and she KNEW it was deliberate, because he was just a jealous fuckin' slut...her throat thicken with tears...and he was supposed to be her friend, both him and Willow were supposed to be her best friends. Dawn was her goddamn sister! How could they do this to her?

"Don't they want you to be happy," came a soft sibilant voice from the shadows and the First stepped out of the shadows wearing Joyce Summer's body.

Buffy sat up with a gasp, that turned into narrow-eyed fury, "You're not my mother, now get out!"

"Oh don't be such a blonde," the First snorted, then it's body shimmered reforming into Jenny Calendar.

"Look Buffy, you're upset and rightly so, because everyone's turned their backs on you...including your Watcher. You've lost Angel to both of your so-called friends, you've lost Spike to what used to be your little sister and to that ex-wussy Watcher of yours, so I KNOW you're hurting. Maybe it's time for you to show everybody exactly what a Slayer does," it smiled evilly at her and began to talk.

And she listened. She tried to fight it, block it out, covering her ears futilely but the words wormed their way somehow into her head.

Dear God she listened to its mixture of truth and lies with fascinated eyes long into the night before it disappeared at the break of day.

And she knew what she had to do.