An Unquiet Season

Title: an unquiet season (parts 1 - 6 complete)

Author: dale

Email: drmillson@yahoo.com

Rating: nc-17

Disclaimer: these characters are owned by a whole lot of people who are not me...i own my imagination, though...

Pairings: b/s, an/w/x, and an/b/w/x

Summary: what if xander had noticed buffy and spike upstairs at the bronze during 'dead things'...told from different perspectives

Spoilers: up through 'Dead Things'

Feedback: this is my first fic ever...i've posted it in other spots, but i didn't get much fb...so, please give me some...good, bad, or otherwise :)

Distribution: ask, and you may very well receive ;)

Author's Note: i just wanna say...i didn't start watching buffy until last spring...the whole buffy/spike thing really bugs the hell out of me...after watching 'dead things', this story kinda happened...

for the record, i am rabidly anti-spuffy...don't say you weren't told

Warning: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH...there, i said it...don't wanna surprise anybody...and again, you have been warned


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[part 1]


It gets you when you least expect it, you know? There you are, all happy, and wham! Hits you like a kick in the balls just when you're ready to cum. Painful? No, man. Beyond painful.

I mean, think about it. Every single time I get close to something, there it is again. And she's always there, too! Let's not forget her. How could you, right?

There I am, Xander Harris, in the Bronze, with my best friend and my fiancé on the dance floor. The music's all warm and bubbly. We're moving like crazy people. Hell, most of the time we are crazy people.

I bet you agree with that right about now, don't you? I thought you might. At least where I'm concerned. Don't worry. Tonight I don't plan to disappoint. Not you, anyway.

Now... Where was I?

Oh, yeah. Bronze. Willow. Me. Anya. Buffy's off getting herself a refill. Tonight she's looking for a foamy-style salvation.

What? I get that. Foamy. But, did I ask you?

No, sir. Tonight you'll be front row. No dissatisfied customers here. We aim to please. Trust me.

So... There I am, dancing like a madman. I'm thinking to myself how lucky I am. Great friends. Great woman. Makes me feel like a man, don't you know. First time for everything, right?

And I'm thinking how everything seems to be coming together. Buffy's back. Willow's off the magic. The world is slowly starting to not suck. Oh, don't get me wrong, it's far from perfect. Tara's gone. Buffy's so distant it's like you're making a long distance call just trying to talk to her. Not that she's miss talky lately.

And somewhere in the back on my brain, was a little voice that kept asking why. But when Anya's doing things to you that make your eyes roll back in your head, any little voices tend to fade away. You know what I mean? No? I feel sorry for you there. No, really. I do. No, I don't think it means anything, either.

But the way things go for good old Xander Harris, I should've known something was gonna come crashing down at any second. It usually does. You'd think I'd learn.

Back to the Bronze. Can't forget the Bronze now, can we? As I'm dancing and thinking about how great things are starting to go, I get to thinking I should do something with Buffy soon. We haven't done anything together, just us, since she...came back. I'm thinking we should maybe just go to lunch and hang out some day next week. And as I'm thinking, I look toward the table we grabbed when we first came into the Bronze tonight. She's not there.

Then I remember she was going for a refill. So I start looking over toward the bar. No Buffy anywhere. So now I'm thinking, "Hey, maybe she's using the bathroom." So I keep an eye pointed in that direction. After a couple minutes, still no Buffy.

Now, I'm getting a little concerned. I mean, Buffy hasn't been herself lately. Something's definitely been going on. But I've been so busy with work and Anya and the whole wedding thing. Still can't believe I'm getting married. You ever been married? No, I guess not.

I start looking around again, trying to spot Buffy. She must be here somewhere, you know? She wouldn't leave without telling us. Unless she spotted ap. p. Maybe she's outside dusting one of the fuckers now.

You ok? I don't really care, no. Just being polite. I can do that for you, at least. Service with a smile and all that.

So, I looking all over for Buffy, with half a thought that she's outside. I'm getting a little sweaty, so I take a breather and head back toward the table. I sit down. Anya and Willow stay on the dance floor. They look good together. Really good, you know? I start having naughty thoughts.

Whoa! Down there boy! Sorry about that. Wow. Amazing what'll get your blood pumping. Sorry if I made you nervous there. The face you made, you'd have thought I was gonna start humping your leg or something. Ha ha.

Back to the Bronze.

I sit and grab my drink. All that dancing sure made me thirsty. Always does. And I bet the alcohol doesn't help much. So I start looking around. As I'm scanning the crowd, I just happen to look up to the catwalk. Nobody up there but this one couple. They seem to be getting really friendly, if you know what I'm saying. You see something new every day, don't you? I'll have to talk to Anya about that. Maybe we can try the sex upstairs at the Bronze thing. Be one of the few places we haven't done it.

What? Please. I know I'm not offending your modesty. So, what's your gripe?

I just happen to get turned on watching other people do it. And I want to share the happy lusty feelings with the woman I'm going to marry. And the way this pair is going at it, all slow and quiet. Trying not to get caught. I'm starting to get into the show when something clicks in my head.

I haven't always been the sharpest knife in the kitchen, if you know what I mean. Fuck you! I didn't ask you opinion buddy.

So anyway, this couple I've been watching, IT'S BUFFY AND SPIKE! SPIKE IS FUCKING BUFFY FROM BEHIND UPSTAIRS AT THE BRONZE!

It gets you when you least expect it, you know? One minute, happy and horny; the next, the world ends.

I'm sure my jaw hit the floor in record time. I think I even forgot to breathe for a while there. When I started again, it came fast. My chest was tight.

I can't move, you know. I'm in shock. I'm glued to that chair, watching the first girl I ever loved fucking Spike!

By this point, I can't really say what I'm feeling. Everything. Nothing. I'm not sure there's a word for it, you know?

I look at Buffy's face and I can see she's loving it. And Spike's face disgusts me.

And then, to make everything even worse, Buffy's eyes meet mine. Whatever was left in me was gone after that. I can see she realizes I've been watching for a while now. I see horror cross her face. And fear. Can't forget the fear.

She looks so helpless. But I have nothing left in me to give her. I feel nothing.

Buffy pushes Spike away from her and heads toward the stairs. I can't deal with this right now. I've gotta get out of here. No time to tell Anya. No time. Gotta go. My heart's beating faster and faster. I don't know what to do or where to go.

I just run.

Out of the Bronze. Away from Anya. Away from Buffy. Away. Can't deal. Can't think. Nothing. Don't want to feel anything.

I put as much distance between myself and the others as I can. I finally slow to a walk. I'm not sure how long I'm walking.

Then I see you. I'll admit, you're not someone I'd normally open up to. Tonight, though, I don't see that I've got anything to lose. Nothing from nothing's still nothing. That's the Harris family motto, there.

What? Do I think you should feel honored I'd talk to you? No. I don't care about you feeling much of anything.

It just makes sense. Crazy person sense, maybe, but still sense. Somehow, I like the taste of the irony.

You know, I was wrong. I do want you to feel something. You should, after all. I did promise you a show. And what kind of friend would I be to you if I left you high and dry?

Dry. Ha ha ha ha. Gotta love the irony.

Spike, let me introduce you to Mr. Stake.


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[part 2]


Buffy loved the noise. It was chaotic. It echoed her own chaos. She could feel it like fingers inside her chest, stroking along the redness of her heart. She wondered if what she felt was what she had lost when the others brought her back. There was this emptiness, this blackness in her.

*Is that why I came back wrong? Did part of me get left behind?* she thought. Her eyes moved slowly over those below her in the Bronze. Buffy watched her friends dancing, enjoying themselves.

They were so far away from her. They had lost her, and they had brought her back.

*I should hate them all for what they did,* Buffy thought as she watched them, *but I don't. I don't feel anything toward them.*

She was used to this thought. She'd been having it more and more since the initial shock of her return wore off. She didn't say anything, because she needed them. They did so much for her. They helped her with everything, especially taking care of Dawn.

But they ripped Buffy from heaven and part of her got lost. She could barely stand to be around any of them. She took advantage of what they did, all that they were willing to do, for her, but she kept herself distant from them.

And that distance was growing.

* * * * *

Buffy loved the darkness. She had felt so uneasy sitting at the table downstairs. She couldn't talk to her friends. What did any of them know about her? What did any of them know about darkness? Nothing.

Sure, Willow and Xander were always asking her how she was feeling, how things were going. Then she would lie and tell them something they were hoping to hear. Then they would go away. They would go back to their own lives. Willow seemed to be coping ok without magic and Tara, and Xander had Anya.

The two people who were supposed to be her best friends didn't even notice how shut off Buffy was. They didn't see Buffy pulling farther and farther away from them. They didn't see the walls she was putting up. They did what they did because they felt obligated to. It was what friends did for friends.

Sometimes Buffy thought that Willow and Xander were distancing themselves from her, too. That deep inside they knew of the darkness that claimed more and more of Buffy. They looked into it with their hearts and were afraid. And so they pulled away from her.

Dawn pulled away, too. She was angry. She lost her mother and then her sister in a short time. And then she got Buffy back. At first things were a little weird, but gradually everybody settled down. Even Buffy. Dawn was so happy. She didn't feel alone, like she had for the nearly five months Buffy had been gone. Sounded good when Dawn thought that, but she knew she was still alone. Buffy was there, but she was so far away. Dawn knew something was wrong. She saw it in the way Buffy would look at her sometimes, with eyes so alien they made Dawn shudder at what she saw in them. Dawn thought that what she saw in Buffy's eyes was because of her. That made her really mad, and really scared.

Everyone was afraid of Buffy's darkness.

Everyone except Spike.

Spike felt powerful in Buffy's darkness. He tasted all of its hues. He basked in its coldness. Buffy's darkness was a universe where he felt at home. Spike saw at once so much of what he had longed for in Buffy's darkness. He urged it. He guided it. In Buffy's darkness he saw himself, and he did everything he could to make her see him there, too.

* * * * *

*Spike,* Buffy thought blankly, just before he made his presence known. She had half hoped that by moving to the upper catwalk she could will him to her side. She could feel him, his eyes on her as she stood there against the railing, looking out over the crowd. She felt him across the darkness that reached out from her soul. There was emptiness, and blackness, inside her, and when Buffy looked into that black and empty place, she saw Spike looking back at her with eyes wild and knowing and hungry. And in the instant between sensing him and feeling him upon her Buffy felt...things. So many things. So many emotions running through her. For an instant she felt everything she longed to feel. For an instant there was no darkness, there was no empty place within her.

And then Spike was there. Behind her. Upon her. Surrounding her. Buffy felt his smile roll over her like a plague. She was disoriented.

"Stop"

His hands moved over her. He whispered into her blackness.

"Stop"

He continued. Buffy felt her dress being lifted from behind.

"Stop"

The darkness in her woke. Spike's hands grazed upward along Buffy's legs. His voice was low, calling her outward. And in the darkness was a growl, feral and urgent. It shocked Buffy, exciting her. Her eyelids closed as her eyes rolled back into her head.

"Stop"

Buffy felt Spike's hands moved upward, over her ass. He brushed his fingertips lightly over each cheek. He could feel what was in Buffy. He smiled as he felt it growing. He sought it desperately. He wanted to make it his, to make Buffy his.

"Stop"

Buffy let out a shaky breath as Spike grabbed her panties and pulled them down. She knew what was happening. She wanted what was happening. She wanted the darkness. She wanted to be lost in it. She felt dead inside, and she thought the darkness would make it real, destroy whatever was left alive in her.

"Ohhhhhhh" Buffy let out a low moan. Spike continued to whisper to her in the darkness. Buffy knew there was no one else with them up there. It wouldn't have mattered if there were. What was going to happen would not be stopped by some faceless onlooker.

Spike purred into Buffy's neck. His cock throbbed when he felt Buffy shudder. He knew she was his. He could feel that tonight she would become his forever. She was close already. *Just a little bit more,* he smiled to himself.

His hands moved to his zipper. Slowly, anticipating his coming conquest of all that was Buffy, he backed away slightly and eased his cock out into the darkness with them. He would not let Buffy feel him until he thrust into her. He wanted to catch her off guard, to tip her to him in every way he desired.

* * * * *

Buffy throbbed. She ached. She felt herself growing wet in anticipation. She could smell herself as her wetness slipped from her, a droplet slowly moving down her leg. Her head rolled to the side. "Uhhnn,"she moaned. Her mind took her to the last time they had been together in his crypt. She remembered Spike fucking her hard and fast, then stopping. In her mind she saw an evil grin spread across his face as he slowly pulled out of her. He crawled forward, until his cock was hanging above Buffy's mouth. She saw it glistening with her juices. She knew what he was going to make her do, what she would do, but she also knew to wait for his command. She could smell both of them. Her own musk mingled with the smell of death and decay that was the flavor of Spike's own arousal. She saw the end she sought in Spike, and so she waited for him.

"Now"

And then her head snapped up and she took him into her mouth. She greedily sucked and licked her own juices off him. He growled loudly as she devoured him. She felt his tremors. She knew he loved having this control over her. And she loved it, too. She was willing to give it over to him, to give herself over to him. He would never really kill her, but Buffy knew he was killing her spirit.

She sucked even harder, taking all of him into her mouth and throat in one push. It was too much for Spike. Letting out a groan, he came in her mouth, nearly blacking out as he felt her throat muscles squeezing the tip of his cock while she swallowed his cum.

Hearing Spike slowly inhale the scent of her arousal brought Buffy back to her present reality. She knew he was going to fuck her right here, overlooking the crowd below them.

Buffy felt the darkness responding to Spike, to what he was doing and what he would do to her. She felt it growing, feeding.

"Ahhh," Buffy gasped as Spike forced himself into her without warning. She felt herself stretching to take him in. The walls of her pussy burned with the quickness of his entry.

Buffy also felt something that turned her on more than anything else Spike did or made her do. She loved feeling the coolness of his cock when he entered her. In contrast to her own heat, it was like ice into fire. The chill spread through her core. She bit her lip to keep from crying out in ecstasy.

The chill worked her over in waves as he thrust into her slowly. He was going to drag this out. Spike set the rules to the game, and Buffy would follow those rules. She knew it would get her where she wanted to go. She didn't care about the cost of the trip.

She closed her eyes, enjoying the fading chill as Spike warmed to her own internal temperature. Spike leaned forward, telling her to keep her eyes open, to look down upon her friends. Buffy gasped at this command. She was his. Soon it would be complete. They would both win.

The darkness blossomed in Buffy. Her eyes remained locked in the spot where her friends were dancing below her, but her focus was inward. She watched as tendrils of emptiness spread out inside her. She was awed by the geometry of the darkness as it claimed her being. She wanted to let it free. She wanted to die in the darkness.

And the darkness wanted Buffy. It purred as it moved. It sang sweetly in her. It promised her everything she wished for. It whispered to her "Look"and she focused again on those below, letting the darkness in her see through her eyes. Spike felt Buffy's pussy clenching him. *The other Slayer was
right,* he thought wickedly. *Love those newfound muscles.* He knew he was close to cumming, but he had to hold out until Buffy came. Everything was on the line here. He had to finish this, he had to win. After this night, he knew without a doubt that she was his, for as long as he wanted her. His smile widened at the thought. He only had to make her cum, and the game was won.

As Spike continued fucking her, Buffy gazed over the unknowing people below. She thought of all she had given them, that they walked and danced and drank and did a hundred other things because of her. She looked at Willow and Anya dancing and instinctively her eyes moved to the table she had shared with them.

Buffy's eyes met Xander's. What she was seeing entered her mind in a flash. Xander knew! He was watching her face. He saw Spike fucking her. Xander couldn't know, Buffy didn't want him to know. Anybody but Xander.

Buffy saw the hurt and shock warring to control the expression on Xander's face. Then Buffy saw something else, something she knew too well, as Xander's face went blank. Buffy had seen the same face looking back at her in the mirror since she came back.

Buffy thought of how her face must have looked to Xander, what Spike's face looked like. She had seen that face herself so many times now. She couldn't even begin to know what it was like for him. The thought horrified her.

Suddenly, Buffy was afraid. She saw in an instant where she had been heading, and she knew now that she had to fight it. She wanted to live, and it frightened her.

Spike felt the darkness as it took Buffy over. He knew the war that was going on in her. He had started it. He had been a one man army in his crusade to make Buffy his in the darkness. He had won every skirmish, burst through every defensive line. And when he had seen Buffy leaning against the railing watching the people below, he knew he must fight one last battle. Buffy would be his.

Then he felt something.

All Buffy could see was what she had done to Xander. The coldness in his eyes. She had to get to him. She turned slightly, and pushed Spike away from her. He grew angry and tried to grab her. She pushed him easily to the floor.

Buffy quickly made her way to the stairs. The only thing on her mind was Xander, getting to him. Halfway down, she ran into a young couple who was making out. She hadn't been paying attention, and her focus shifted to them, then to getting to the bottom. When she did, she looked toward the table, but Xander wasn't there. She quickly looked toward Willow and Anya, but he wasn't with them, either.

*Maybe he ran outside,* she thought. She made her way to the door and out into the darkened street. She looked frantically in every direction, but there was no sign of him. Buffy felt terrible. If something happened to Xander because of her, she knew she could never forgive herself.

"Xander,"she whispered softly, hoping she could will him to her side. Nothing happened. Xander was gone.

And so was the darkness.


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[part 3]


Xander bolted through the open door of the Bronze and out into the dark street. Without thinking, he turned left, and just ran. He ran away from the Bronze and from Buffy and from so much he couldn't deal with. So many emotions ran through him.

Fear. Anger. Betrayal. Disgust.

Xander couldn't believe how afraid he was. Of himself. Of Buffy. Of just being near her, talking to her. He knew they would have to talk. Something would need to be done.

*But Spike,* he thought as he ran, *why the fuck did it have to be Spike?*

He hated Spike. He knew how the vampire felt for Buffy. Xander told himself Spike wasn't good enough for Buffy. He thought back to the Bronze and seeing them fucking and his blood boiled.

Xander stopped to catch his breath, which seemed to him the only sound he could hear. He took in his surroundings. Anonymous buildings on an anonymous street. It sometimes seemed to Xander that there were about a dozen streets in Sunnydale, and the rest just carbon copies of those.

He didn't know if Buffy was trying to find him. Part of him hoped she was looking; part of him hoped she wasn't. He couldn't deal with Buffy, but he knew he had to.

Xander started moving again. He needed to hide for a while. He needed to sort everything out. He stopped at the entrance to a dark alley. This would do. He made his way into the alley as quietly as he could, muttering sharp curses when he stumbled or bumped into something. He found a recessed doorway and moved to the top step before sitting down.

* * * * *

Buffy stood outside the Bronze. She had tried to reach Xander, but had missed him. He was gone.

"Xander,"she whispered softly.

She had to find him. She had to talk to him. She had to explain. He had to know. He had to understand.

*Understand what?* she thought. *I don't even understand it.*

And then she knew. Not in words. Not in images. Not in feelings. In ways she couldn't even guess at. In synapse and in bone she knew. Buffy saw where she had been, and where she had been going. She felt shame at what she had let Spike do to her.

"Can't think about it now,"she said to herself.

Buffy started walking. She would find him. Xander could be anywhere, but she would find him. So she simply started walking.

* * * * *

Xander sat and he thought. He played back the night's events. In his mind was Buffy's face. He saw every shade and shadow. He saw each flinch and flicker that had run across her expression. He saw Spike behind her, a spectre urging her darkness. He saw the slowness of Spike's assault. Xander remembered the look in Buffy's eyes as Spike fucked her.

Xander saw all those things. He forced himself to see them again and again. The images seared into him, into his flesh. He felt them burning.

He felt so many things. Anger and fear and disgust. Betrayal. The emotions bubbled in him, bathed him. Xander felt shock. He felt helpless. He felt worthless. Xander felt all of this and more, and he understood why he felt these things. Most of them. All but one.

Arousal.

* * * * *

Spike stalked through the alley. Anger and shock radiated from him. The pain of unrelease gnawed at him, pushing him on. He was a predator who had been robbed of his prey. Spike had never lost. No matter what, he had always come out the victor. And he meant to do the same now. Buffy was his, and tonight he was going to claim her. Nothing would stop him.

He stepped out of the alley and slowly took in his surroundings. He was alone on the street. Reaching into his pocket, he took out a cigarette. He lit it and took a long drag, inhaling sharply.

"Who does the bitch think she is, pushing me away?"he growled to himself. "She's gonna pay for that." He smiled as he thought of just how much he would make her pay.

The sound of a soft footstep behind him brought Spike's attention away from his plans.

"Spike"

Xander. *There but for the grace of this bloody chip...* Spike thought.

"Bloody hell,"he grumbled and turned to face Xander.

Spike saw the pipe an instant before it slammed into his head.

* * * * *

*Xander, where are you?,* Buffy thought. She had been walking for what felt like hours. No sign of Xander anywhere. As her search lengthened, she grew worried. If anything were to happen to Xander, Buffy didn't know if she would ever forgive herself.

Buffy rounded a corner and stopped. She looked the street over carefully, seeking any signs of movement. The street was deserted. The only sound was the low hum of the single streetlight, placed near the entrance to an alley, which Buffy would not have heard if not for her enhanced Slayer hearing. Without it, the street would have been silent to her.

"Too quiet,"she whispered.

Buffy felt that something wasn't right. She moved toward the single streetlight. As she neared it, she noticed a length of pipe laying on the sidewalk. When she reached it, she crouched down to examine the pipe more closely. She could see a patch of blood on the pipe. Looking even closer, she also noticed a few short blond hairs in the blood.

*Spike,* she thought. She looked around a little more and saw a cigarette that had burned down on the sidewalk. The ash held its shape.

Without a doubt, Spike had been here. Buffy knew that even with his chip, Spike would still be able to protect himself in a fight. Someone must have come at him from behind.

"No, not someone."Buffy said to herself. "Xander."

She looked again at the sidewalk around her. There was no dust. Without any wind, any dust would have lain undisturbed, like the cigarette. So Xander hadn't staked Spike.

*At least not right here,* she thought. *But where would he take Spike?*

Buffy stood and looked around her again, trying to feel which way Xander had gone. She had always thought that Slayers should have been given more in the way of psychic ability than the occasional prophetic dream. Right now, she wished she could sense Xander. It would make finding him a lot easier.

*Where would Xander take Spike?* she thought again.

And then she knew.

"Of course,"she said to herself. "Why didn't I think of this before?" She brought her hand up and smacked her forehead with her palm. "I'm such an idiot! Of course he'd go there, the irony would be irresistable to Xander."

Buffy's thoughts drifted to Xander. She remembered all the times he had used humor to cover up his own pain. It was his shield and his cry for help. She had asked Willow about it once, and Willow had told Buffy about Xander's past. Part of it, anyway. Enough to make Buffy cringe at the thought of what Xander had endured.

She shook herself back to reality and started walking toward the place she knew she would find them. Before long, her walk became a run.

* * * * *

Xander finished tying Spike to the chair and stepped back to admire his work. It never ceased to amaze him when he made use of the skills he'd gained on a Halloween night a few years ago. Even though the soldier persona disappeared, the knowledge remained. Xander considered that night one of the turning points in his life. It was one of the better ones, up there with meeting Buffy.

*Buffy,* he thought, looking at the unconscious vampire before him.

Xander hadn't planned to go after Spike. Xander hadn't planned anything, aside from hiding from Buffy and trying to sort out his feelings. He had been caught unaware when Spike went grumbling by him in the alley. The vampire was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he never caught the other man's scent.

After Spike had passed him, Xander moved out of the doorway to watch him. He saw Spike stop under the streetlight outside the alley.

When Spike stopped to light a cigarette and look around him, anger flashed through Xander. He moved quickly toward Spike, his hatred for the vampire who had been fucking Buffy running white hot. As he neared the opening to the street, Xander saw a piece of pipe lying on the ground. He stooped to pick it up, a plan forming in his mind as he did. Walking right up behind Spike, Xander stopped.

"Spike,"he said, almost a growl.

He heard Spike mumble something and saw Spike turning around to face him. Xander raised the pipe and swung it toward the vampire's head with every ounce of strength he had. He noticed that Spike briefly caught a glimpse of the pipe before it made contact. Watching as Spike dropped unconscious to the pavement, Xander smiled.

* * * * *

Buffy stopped when she caught sight of the factory. She had hoped to quietly forget about this place. So many bad things had happened to her and her friends here. She had to set her feelings aside, though. Xander was here, with Spike. Whatever was going to happen, Buffy was a part of it. She had a feeling that no matter what happened now, she had to be there, too.

Buffy thought of Spike for a time as she approached the broken down building. She wondered if he would think of the irony of Xander bringing him here, to the same place Spike had brought Willow and Xander when he had wanted Willow to do a love spell for him. In the end, Spike had told Buffy and Angel where they were. If only she could have gotten to them sooner, she had thought after that, then perhaps her friends lives wouldn't have gotten so messed up. Cordelia broke up with Xander, and Willow and Oz were apart for a time.

"Seems like a lifetime ago," Buffy said to herself as she entered.

Xander hadn't bothered closing the door, so Buffy was able to slip into the building without a sound. She stopped, listening for some sound to tell her where Spike and Xander were. Buffy thought she heard the faint sound of footsteps, so she moved quietly toward the sound.

The nearer she got, the more she could hear. Xander was talking, but she couldn't hear Spike. *Maybe Xander gagged him,* she thought.

Buffy found the two men in a large room. Spike was tied to a chair, watching Xander as he paced back and forth while talking. Buffy listened to him, her concern growing as she heard the manic tone in Xander's voice. She watched him move, and thought to herself that he was the poster child for loose cannons.

Xander seemed to be telling Spike about his night. From time to time, Spike would make some comment trying to get a reaction out of Xander. It would work for a few seconds, and then Xander would go back into "crazy Xander"mode. Buffy had never seen him like this.

"She looks so helpless. But I have nothing left in me to give her. I feel nothing." Xander said to Spike.

Buffy heard the words and saw just how badly she had hurt Xander. Even though she had never talked to Xander about the things he had had to live with, it never occurred to Buffy how much she was still capable of hurting him. She saw the kind of friend she had been to him, and it disgusted her. She looked toward Xander.

"You know, I was wrong." he was saying to Spike. "I do want you to feel something."

Buffy thought Xander was going to take all of his frustrations, all of the emotions Buffy could see behind his words and movements, out on Spike. She wondered if she should move to stop him. It wasn't Spike's fault. It was hers. But even if he did start hitting Spike, Xander wasn't likely to do the vampire any lasting harm. Buffy would watch, and wait.

"Dry." She heard Xander laughing. "Gotta love the irony."

Buffy watched Xander move slowly toward Spike. From where she was standing, she was able to see both of their faces. Spike had his trademark smirk on. Xander's face showed nothing of what Buffy knew he must be feeling.

She saw Spike's nostrils flare briefly. He turned his head toward her. Buffy knew he could see her as clearly as if she were in a spotlight. She saw the amusement in his eyes, the certainty of his claim to her.

Suddenly, Xander was moving toward Spike.

"Spike, let me introduce you to Mr. Stake."

Buffy froze. *Oh my god,* she thought. *He's going to kill Spike!* She wanted to cry out, to throw herself at Xander and stop him. Spike didn't deserve this, no matter what he had done. She had wanted it to happen. It was her fault.

It didn't matter. Buffy couldn't move. She saw the smirk drop from Spike's face, the look of uncertainty and then of fear which replaced it. He looked toward Buffy again, and saw the shock on her face. Then he felt the stake enter his chest.

* * * * *

Xander stood looking at the chair that had a moment ago held Spike. Now it held nothing but loose ropes and a layer of dust. He dropped to his knees, his eyes never leaving the chair.

Buffy watched him from the shadows. He had just put a stake through her lover's chest, killing him. Buffy had wanted to stop him, but found herself unable to move to help Spike. She watched Spike's face as the stake entered his chest. She saw confusion at first, and then anger and hate. Spike couldn't believe she wasn't helping him.

By the time the dust had settled, Buffy no longer felt any sorrow over Spike. Instead, she felt relief wash over her. She knew how close he had come to possessing her completely, and the thought made her shudder.

Buffy looked at Xander again. His hand moved toward the chair. She saw him brush two fingers through the dust and bring them up toward his face. He looked at the dust closely. Xander had killed his share of vampires over the years, but it had never been this personal before. Buffy watched as tears slowly moved down Xander's cheeks.

Xander shook the dust from his fingers and stood. He walked toward the door. When he reached it, he looked back at the chair.

"I'm sorry, Buffy," he whispered, and then turned and made his way out of the factory and back into the night.

Buffy walked out into the open, looking toward the door Xander had gone through. Then she walked slowly to the chair where Spike had been. As her own tears began to fall, she picked up the chair and flung it across the room. She watched as the dust that had been Spike floated slowly toward the floor.

Buffy turned and followed after Xander.


* * * * *
[part 4]




I heard the door open. Footsteps.

"Xander! Why did you leave? You made me nervous! You know I don't like being nervous."

Anya. She had looked into the bedroom and saw me sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Xander, there you are! Thank goodness."Willow said as she poked her head out from behind Anya.

"Xander, are you listening to..." Anya said anxiously.

I chuckled as two sets of eyes grew wide instantly and two mouths fell open.

"Oh, my..."Both girls said in unison.

Their eyes were glued to me. I smirked and slowly stood, allowing them full view of my nakedness. And my arousal.

I took a step toward them. My gaze never left their faces. Both were staring at my erection, which bobbed as I moved. Anya's faced held a look of hunger and arousal. I knew my lady well, and that's the look I expected.

Willow's face surprised me. So many things ran together over her features. Awe and a hint of fear. She also showed a little of what Anya was feeling, too. I had half expected Willow to throw her hands over her eyes and turn away quickly, but she didn't. I saw possibilities in that.

Neither girl had moved. Willow was still standing just behind Anya and to her left. Without taking my eyes away from their faces, I slowly moved my hand and wrapped it around the base of my cock. I clenched my muscles and slid my hand toward the tip. A drop of clear fluid formed and started to slide down, away from the opening. Holding myself just like that, I walked up to Anya.

She looked up into my eyes. I saw a question in her face, and leaned in quick, my lips meeting hers. I opened my mouth. My tongue licked over her lips, before it pushed into Anya's mouth. Her tongue met mine and I felt a bolt of energy run through me. Man, the girl can kiss.

Without pulling away from Anya, I opened my eyes and looked at Willow. She still seemed shocked, staring toward my hand, which was still wrapped around my erection. I decided to play for her, and started stroking myself slowly.

"Uh... Maybe, um, I should, um..."Willow stuttered suddenly.

Anya and I broke our kiss. Anya turned to Willow and whispered "Please...stay."

Anya's hand moved up to stroke Willow's cheek. I saw her fingers curl around to the back of Willow's head and pull her into a kiss. For a first timer, Anya impressed me. I heard Willow sigh when Anya broke the kiss, a dreamy look frosting her eyes.

"Willow," Anya said softly, waiting for the other girl to look into her eyes. When she did, Anya continued. "We want you to stay with us tonight. Will you stay?"

"Um, what about..."Will said quickly, as she looked once again toward my crotch, to my still moving hand.

Anya followed her gaze, and smiled when she saw what I was doing.

"Oh. Well, if you don't want it, I'll be glad to have it all to myself,"Anya chuckled. I saw a look of relief run over Willow's face.

I wanted a taste of Willow, so I stopped stroking myself and held my hand out to her. She took it, and I pulled her to me. I cupped her chin, tipped it up to me, and brushed my lips lightly over hers. The kiss deepened, and I tangled my fingers in her hair.

I pulled back from Willow's lips. raceraced the line of her jaw from her ear to her chin with two fingers. I traced over her lips, up the bridge of her nose, ending by brushing lightly over her closed eyes. I leaned in again and kissed her on the tip of her nose. She opened her eyes and smiled at me.

I felt Anya's naked body along my back as she reached around to grab my cock. She squeezed lightly, making me throb in her hand. My eyes closed and a small gasp escaped my lips. She knew me well, too. As much as I enjoyed the attention, this was for Willow, and I needed to play along. It hadn't taken me long to get Anya to admit she was attracted to my oldest friend. We'd talked of adding a third person in our bed, and I had stopped Anya several times from coming out and asking Willow point blank. But tonight it just seemed right. It was right.

"Willow," Anya said, not letting up on her torment, "strip. Now."

My eyes flew open, and I took in the vision before me. As Willow took off her clothes, I found myself throbbing in appreciation. Anya picked up on it, and gave me a squeeze in acknowledgement. Willow still had on her bra and panties. I'd never realized how sexy she was, in a Willow sort of way. Her hands moved behind her to unclasp her bra.

Anya stopped stroking me and walked toward Willow. I noticed Willow take in Anya's naked form. She smiled. I know that smile, Anya has the same effect on me.

"No. Not yet." she said to Willow. "All in good time." I could feel the heat as it rose between them. Anya took Willow's hand and led her toward me. They stopped just out of reach of my erection. I looked into each of their eyes, and they into mine. I didn't m wai waiting for Anya to take us wherever she wanted to. Willow seemed happy to do that, too.

Still holding Willow's hand, Anya placed her free hand on my chest. She rubbed in a small circle. I had no idea what she was doing. Then she pushed, gently but firmly guiding me backwards toward the bed. I moved until the backs of my legs were flush against the side of the bed. I looked into Anya's smiling face.

She shoved me back onto the bed. I was still hard, and it bobbed wildly after I hit the bed. Willow's eyes were fixed on it. She seemed almost hypnotised by it, and then I remembered the only other one she'd ever seen was Oz's. Unless she and Tara has used a...

"Willow, look at me," Anya said quickly. "You're going to do what I say, right?" Willow nodded. "Good."

She led Willow to the side of the bed. "Xander, move over." I did, and then she told Willow to lie next to me. As she did, there was more bobbing, and again she glanced toward my crotch. Anya noticed, too.

"It works as good as it looks, Willow. Believe me." Anya said with a smile and a wink. Willow looked into my eyes. She was blushing. I smiled softly at her.

Anya cleared her throat and Willow and I looked at her. She was standing at the foot of the bed.

"Willow," she said, "I'm going to give Xander a blowjob. I want you to watch his face. That's what your face is going to look like soon." Anya was smirking wickedly. "Oh...feel free to do anything you want to Xander. He likes it."

With that, Anya dropped to her knees. She grabbed my cock, squeezing a low growl out of me. Still squeezing she milked a large drop of precum out of me. I looked down to see her flick her tongue out and lick it off. She was looking at Willow. I turned my face toward her. She looked at me with a wild look in her eyes. I moaned. Anya had both of us right where she wanted us.

Anya kissed the tip of my cock and then slid her mouth over it, her lips held tight. My breath caught in my throat. I could feel her tongue working along the underside. She stopped moving when I had reached the back of her throat. Without warning, she sucked and pulled her head quickly and steadily up. I let loose a strangled half-scream/half-groan. That was a new one. She must have been doing some reading.

She settled into a steady up and down rhythm, taking me right to the entrance to her throat and then pulling back until only the tip was still in her mouth. She knew that would drive me crazy. Willow reached over and ran her fingers through my hair. I felt her fingers brush over my face, tracing the contours, as Anya continued her assault on me.

I had never experienced anything like that. Willow tenderly caressed my face as the effects of Anya sucking my cock washed over me. It was hot and wild and incredibly intimate all at the same time. I had no energy for creating thoughts, as two women that I loved made love to me.

I felt the familiar tightening that meant I was going to cum soon. I wanted to tell Anya but words were beyond me at that point. I squeezed a couple times quickly in Anya's mouth. Her eyes told me she understood, and that she wasn't going to stop.

I turned and looked into Willow's eyes. She held my gaze. I saw the fire blossoming inside her. Anya pulled up, her teeth catching lightly behind the head. I was done for. I screamed as I exploded into her mouth. My whole body shook. Willow took one of my nipples between two fingers and twisted it slightly. I screamed again.

Anya was stroking me to get as much cum out of me as she could. Each time a drop formed, she leaned forward and sucked it off me. I groaned as she did.

She finally let go of me and stood.

"Xander, get up," she said to me.

I did, and watched as she crawled up the bed over Willow. She stopped when her face was above Willow's.

"Willow," she said softly, "have you ever given a blowjob?"

Willow blushed and nodded.

"Good."

Anya lowered her face toward Willow's and kissed her. I watched as Anya's tongue came out and coaxed Willow's lips apart. The kiss deepened. Anya was giving Willow a taste of me. From the way Willow seemed to drink in the kiss, I guessed that she liked the taste. I grew hard watching them kiss. Anya pushed up from Willow. She looked toward my erection and smiled.

She stood, pulling Willow up with her. Anya turned Willow until her back was in view. She unclasped her bra. I watched as her fingers slid under the straps and she pushed the bra down Willow's arms. It dropped to the floor with a soft thud. Anya ran her fingers along Willow's spine from the nape of her neck to just above her panties. I heard Willow's breathing turn ragged. Then Anya took hold of Willow's panties and lowered them to the floor. Anya stood and turned Willow back to face us.

I hadn't realized just how beautiful Willow really was until that moment. Her breasts were small and pert, with pink nipples. My eyes caressed her, roaming over her flat stomach down to the small patch of red hair between her legs. For a brief moment, I thought to myself that Oz and Tara had been very lucky indeed.

"Now, Willow," Anya said, "I want you to lie back down on the bed. No, in the middle. That's right." She turned to me. "Xander, I'm going to have my way with Willow now. I want you to fuck me from behind while I do. Just be prepared to move." She winked at me, then climbed over Willow once again.

I moved behind Anya on the bed as she began kissing Willow again. From the look of things, she had one hand caressing Willow's breasts. I heard Willow whimper lightly. I positioned myself directly behind Anya, making sure I wasn't constricting Willow's legs. I put my index finger in my mouth and wet it with my tongue. I moved it down to Anya's pussy, dipping inside and running the tip up and down along her slit. I smiled as she moaned.

I pulled my finger away and moved closer to Anya. My cock slid underneath her, making her squeal when it rubbed over her clit. She had stopped kissing Willow, who I saw was watching the heat flicker over Anya's face. I put my finger to Willow's lips. They parted as she took my finger into her mouth. I felt her tongue swipe over the tip, drawing Anya's flavor across her taste buds.

When Willow released my finger I moved again. I was ready to play my part in Anya's little game. I rubbed the head along Anya's lips a few times. We both moaned. I looked at her. She was kissing Willow's neck.

I had a choice. Fast or slow? Make her yelp, or make her growl? I chose growl. I lined myself up and slowly pushed into her. I placed my hands on her hips, to keep her from pushing back quickly and taking me in. I could feel the tingling my slow movements caused to shoot through me. I moved like I had all the time in the world.

Finally, I could go no further. I could feel Anya's muscles rippling, squeezing me softly from inside her. She had been doing a lot of reading lately, it seemed.

I felt her pushing me back. Though it was awkward, we managed the movement without breaking contact. I watched Willow's face as Anya began playing with her nipples. She took one into her mouth and sucked on it, while flicking a fingertip over the other. Willow moaned and her head arched back.

I hadn't moved since entering Anya, other than when we repositioned ourselves on the bed. I pulled back until I was nearly out of her, then pistoned back into her as quickly as I was able to. She yelped into Willow's breast, bringing a groan out Willow. I kept the rhythm up, knowing I'd be good for a while since I already came once. Something about fucking Anya from behind always made me grunt while I did. This time was no different.

None of us heard the door as it opened and closed.


* * * * *
[part 5]

< buffy's pov >


I stand at the door to Xander's apartment. My hand rests on the doorknob. I've been standing like this for a while. Half an hour, maybe. My hand doesn't move. I don't know if the door is locked or unlocked.

It doesn't matter. I'm going inside one way or the other.

I've been telling myself that the whole time I've been here. One of these times I might mean it, too.

Xander's in there. I followed him here from the factory. Willow and Anya are in there, too. I think. I mean, I didn't see them leave before I came in.

Xander and I need to talk. It's complicated. No, with Willow and Anya in there, it's like super deluxe complicated. Oh, the life of the Slayer.

That's it! No more stalling girl!

I turn the knob. It moves easily. I wasn't expecting it to be unlocked. They should know better.

I get a little anxious, pushing the door open roughly. I move into the apartment. I don't see anything out of the ordinary. I close the door, too loudly. I jump a little at the sound. I don't see anyone. Unless they went out the window, they should be here.

n I n I hear something. It's coming from the direction of the bedroom.

Wait. There it is again. Was that a moan?

It is.

Willow! Willow's moaning! I move quickly toward Xander's bedroom, a hundred thoughts flashing through my mind. Vampires. Demons.

It could be anything here in...oh, my...


* * * * * *

< xander's pov >


Anya pushes me back again. I feel the edge of the bed, and carefully straighten out my legs. My feet find the floor. Back in business.

I see Anya lean in to Willow's center. Her eyes are close tightly. I can tell she's enjoying this. Me, too.

I hear a kissing/slurping kind of sound. Willow's eyes fly open wide and she screams "NNNGGGHHHAAAA"into the room. Her body shudders. I'm so turned on by that I shake, too. My cock clenches inside Anya.

I haven't made a move since we shifted position. Time to correct that. I start a slow rhythm, hoping to build up Anya's tension. She always loves being in control. And I love making her lose control.

In out in out in out in out.

I move one hand to her hip. With the other I begin tracing patterns lightly over her back. I reach up to her neck, and draw my finger along her spine. She shivers, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I moan, and quicken my pace.

I'm not going to last much longer at this rate. I smile as I run my hand along Anya's side and over her stomach. I move down between her legs and stroke her clit. I hear her muffled cry as she licks Willow's hot center. Like a wave it rolls over Willow, making her gasp. I take Anya's clit between my thumb and forefinger and gently begin stroking it.

She raises her head and screams "OHHH...FUUUUCK...XXXANNDERRR!!!!"

That's what I want to hear. I keep doing it, trying my best to keep pumping into her. It's a wild ride.

The friction is making my movements stuttered. I repeatedly clench, trying to draw out this bliss. I lean my head back, eyes closed, groaning.

I feel a hand on my ass. Fingers move over me, dipping down. I feel them wrap around my balls, giving them a squeeze.

What the...


* * * * * *

< buffy's pov >


My mouth is open. At least, I think my mouth is open. Feels like it.

I can't move. I can't do anything but stare.

In front of me, Xander and Anya are having sex. Wait... Ohmygod! Willow's here, too. Xander, Anya, and Willow are having sex.

Incredibly hot sex. I can see Xander doing Anya from behind. Hips moving. Muscles rippling. Mmmm.

Oh, god! No. I am not getting wet looking at my best friend's ass! I will not get wet looking at my best friend's...incredibly toned ass.

I've gotta get out of here. I can't keep staring. It's not right.

But...so hot...mmmm...I can smell them. They fill the room with their scents. I feel a warmth wash over me as I inhale them deeply. I love this smell.

I feel the first drop of my wetness as it creeps onto my leg. I shudder at the sensation, the trail of coolness on my leg.

They haven't noticed me yet. I'm surprised by that. Then again, I'm not. Time to make my entrance. I smile as I think of giving Xander a surprise. Mmmm. This is going to be fun.

My clothes are off in a flash. Slayer speed has its uses. I walk up behind Xander. He doesn't notice me. His head is tilted back. Looks like his eyes are closed.

I look down toward his ass. It's really nice.

Wakey time, Xander. I look back up at the side of his face. I put my hand on his ass. I rub it softly. I feel my grin growing as I slide my fingers along the crack. I run my hand underneath him. I reach his balls. I skim my fingernails over them as I cover them with my hand.

I give him a little squeeze. His head snaps down, his eyes fly open. He turns and sees me smiling at him wickedly.

* * * * * *

< xander's pov >


Wait a minute! That's not right! I know something is out of place here.

I open my eyes and look at Anya. Both of her hands are otherwise occupied with Willow.

Oh, gooood...another squeeze. Breathe. Breathe, Xander.

I turn my head to look behind me. Right into Buffy's smiling face. I can't imagine what kind of look I've got on my face.

She gives me another squeeze. I fight to keep my eyes open and looking into hers. She releases me, and I feel her fingers as she trails them slowly up my back. It feels incredible. I let out a low moan. Her smile widens.

Buffy's hand reaches my shoulder and keeps moving. It dips to my nipple, and she swirls a fingertip over it a few times. My breath catches in my throat. Down it continues, over my stomach. I want to close my eyes and enjoy what I'm feeling. I keep them open. I'm not going to let Buffy win this little game.

I haven't been moving in Anya, but she hasn't noticed. She's too busy eating Willow. I don't think Willow's noticing much of anything right now.

Buffy's hand stops just above my crotch. I feel a small pressure. She's pushing me back. I move a little. She pulls her fingers back until only the index finger is still touching me. Buffy's smile widens even more. I can feel her finger moving again. Down through my pubic hair to the base of my cock. She drags her fingernail over my erection. Oh...god. It's a wonder I'm not cumming yet.

Soon.

* * * * * *

< buffy's pov >


I hold Xander's eyes with my own. I draw my fingernail over his erection. I see his face twitch as I do. Good. He likes it.

So do I.

I want to play. I smell my own scent mixing in with the others. I can't believe how hot this is making me.

I bring my other hand down between my legs. Using my fingers, I gather some of my sticky wetness. I raise my fingers toward Xander's face, smearing the clear fluid over his lips. I hear him as he sniffs my scent. His eyes almost close. His tongue flicks out, over his lips, tasting me for the first time.

Not breaking the eye contact, I trace my finger up onto Anya's back. I move toward the bed. I continue along her back to her neck. I run my fingers through her hair.

I slowly crawl onto the bed. My fingers leave Anya and brush through the small patch of hair between Willow's legs. I trace onto her stomach, ringing her bellybutton a few times. I hear her whimpering. I stop before I reach her breasts.

My hands seek out Willow's head. Putting one on either side of her face, I move until my wet center is directly over her. I feel her breath wash over me as she pants. Anya must be good. Who knew?

Xander looks surprised by my actions. I see it in his eyes. I see his arousal jump, too.

Ahhh... Willow dives right into me. I was expecting prologue. Tentative steps. Not...oooohhhhhhhh...

Oh, god! She's all over the place. Licking. Sucking. Kissing. Oooh! And nipping!

Xander's fucking Anya hard. The motion carries over us all. It adds to what Willow is already doing to me. I'm not going to last much longer.

There...yes...rightre..re...unnnhhh...

I pant as I see hunger flash in Xander's eyes. I rock my hips, grinding my sex over Willow's tongue. So close.

Uhhh...ohhh...ohgodohgodohgodohgod i'm cummmmmiiiinnnnnggggg!!!

"Xander," I whisper.

* * * * *

< xander's pov >


Buffy drags her fingers over my mouth. I feel something wet being left behind.

Oh...my...god...Buffy's wetness...on my face...

I inhale, taking her scent in, trying to burn it into my memory. It smells sweet. I have to taste it. My tongue slides over my lips. Mmmmmm...Buffy.

I see fire in her eyes. And...something else.

She moves onto the bed. I won't break eye contact to see what she's doing. It looks like she's...

No way! Buffy's sitting on Willow's face!!!

That's not fair. Buffy doesn't play fair, damn it!

Oh, god. Easy, Xander. You can do this. Baseball. Baseball. Baseball.

Oh, fuck!

I'm gonna cum soon. I'm on fire, feeding on Anya's slick heat as my cock slides in and out of her.

I moan. Anya moans. Willow moans. Buffy moans.

I move faster. I can hear the slap each time Anya and I make contact.

Buffy's close. I see it in her eyes. So close.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhmygod...

I pull out, exploding over Anya's back. Buffy groans as her own climax hits her. I grab my cock and stroke it, milking out my cum.

"Buffy," I pant.


* * * * * *
[part 6]


Buffy felt a whisper of warm breath wash over her sex. She felt the heat of Willow's cheeks radiate into her. Willow leaned in and her tongue slowly ran the length of Buffy's slit, gathering up the last traces of Buffy's wetness. Both girls moaned lightly in unison.

Xander's eyes still held Buffy's. He stood there, a look of confused shock on his face. He still held his softening cock, unable to move. The entire night flashed through head,ead, replaying itself in fast forward. It stopped with this, him unmoving, staring into Buffy's eyes.

Willow's moans and Anya's suckling were the only sounds in the room. Anya had not stopped her assault on Willow's pussy. It was her first time with another woman and she was beyond addicted to Willow's flavor. Nothing she could remember had ever tasted as rich and as sweet. The whole world had become Willow's sex for her. Xander had been there. He had been inside her. And Buffy. Buffy might have been there ame pme point. Anya didn't know anymore.

Buffy broke eye contact first. She glanced down, looking at Anya's head between Willow's legs. Her eyes looked at the hand Willow had tangled in Anya's hair, then travelled further along Anya's body. Buffy saw the glistening streaks and drops of Xander's cum. There was a lot of it.

Xander watched Buffy's eyes as she looked over Anya and Willow. He saw a spark of light reflected in them. Buffy leaned forward, placing her hands at Willow's sides. She briefly looked up into Xander's eyes, giving him a glimpse of the fire rebuilding behind them.

Buffy moved, careful to avoid hurting Willow. Xander watched as she crawled down Willow's body. Buffy inhaled deeply, Willow's scent filling her lungs. She moved forward again, sticking her nose into Anya's hair and inhaling her scent as well.

Xander stood there. It was his turn to stare open-mouthed. He felt the slow tingle from his groin that signaled a growing erection. Buffy looked up and saw Xander's cock growing longer in his hand. She looked into his face and smiled at him.

Then Buffy moved forward once more, bringing her face toward Anya's back. Xander watched as her tongue darted out and she slowly licked a drop of his cum from Anya's back. She looked into his eyes and saw him shaking. Again, she dipped her head to Anya's back. This time, she swiped her tongue over a longer streak. Her head lifted and she caught Xander's eyes. She held her tongue out for him to see, his cum coating it. Pulling it inside and closing her mouth, Xander could see her swirling it around inside, tasting him. When she swallowed, Xander clenched, squirting a little clear fluid out of his cock and onto the floor.

The game continued, Buffy lapping Xander's seed from Anya's back and him watching as she tasted and consumed it, until there was none left. A small wet spot had formed on the carpet below Xander. Seeing it, Buffy smiled. She'd never done that to a man before. That man being Xander made it all the more special to her. Buffy sat back and caught Xander's eyes. She smiled at him. He smiled back weakly.

*He's so cute when he's got that lost look in his eyes,* she thought.

Buffy made her way off the bed. She walked past Xander to where she'd dropped her clothes on the floor. She reached down for them.

Xander turned to watch Buffy. His erection was still cradled in his hand. When Buffy bent over to pick up her clothes from the floor, the sight Xander took in made his eyes go wide and his cock twitch.

He watched as Buffy got dressed. She hadn't looked at him since getting off the bed. *Did I miss something?* he asked himself.

Buffy, now dressed, walked to the bedroom doorway. She turned and looked at Xander. She smiled at him again, but it was a different smile than she had shown him earlier. Then she turned and moved out of sight. Xander heard the door open and close.

Xander turned toward the two women still on the bed. Anya had moved up until she was on top of Willow, kissing her. They seemed lost in each other.

Xander walked over to where his own clothes lay in a pile. He bent down and scooped them up. Clothes in arm, he walked out of the bedroom unnoticed. As he got dressed, he kept thinking about Buffy's smile. There had been something behind it, but he didn't know what it was. He'd never seen anything like it before, from anyone.

Anya's moans snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked into the bedroom. Willow was now on top of Anya.

Xander looked toward the apartment door, then back into the bedroom. He smiled at the two women, then moved to the door. He put his hand on the knob, then stopped, listening to Anya's moans. He started to pull his hand off the doorknob, then stopped. Xander gripped the knob, turned it, and opened the door.

Xander left the apartment and closed the door quietly. He turned around and found Buffy waiting for him, smiling.


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