Hot Nights in the House Of Scooby: Hacker/White Knight

by Mike and Tony

Copyright © 2003

o163210@iprimus.com.au

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We do not own Buffy, the Vampire Slayer nor do I own any other characters. This is a work of fiction written for fun and enjoyment.
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Authors' notes: This is a collaborative effort between Tony and me due to Tony's illness.
Grouping: Willow/Buffy/ Xander

"So, what's Giles got you doing tonight? Fighting Fire Demons? Hunting Spike?" Willow asked Buffy as the redhead dressed.

"Painting toenails."

Willow stuck her head around the side of the screen with a funny look on her face.

"Painting his toenails?"

"No, Mom's."

"Giles is getting you to paint your Mom's toenails?"

"No dufus. Me and Mom are spending some quality mother daughter time tonight. Hence the toe nails. It's a time-honored tradition in the Summers house. We paint our toenails, eat chocolate, and watch 'Thelma and Louise'."

"Must be nice to have traditions like that. Mom and Dad decide to go to Florida for a month and they just leave a note on the kitchen table."

"Look on the bright side, Will. While they're away you can have Xander sleepovers."

"Uh, Buffy, Xander's been having sleepovers here since we were four. He's even got a toothbrush and a change of clothes here."

"So he spends a lot of time here?"

"Yeah. Things sucked at his place so he came round here when things got too much. Mom and Dad like Xander." Willow walked out from behind the screen.

"Well? What do you think?" Willow said twirling around.

Xander had been invited to a costume party by some friends of his Uncle Rory and had asked Willow to accompany him. Willow had searched high and low for something to wear before deciding. She wore a long white dress that showed off her slight but feminine form. From her back a pair of small white wings were unfolded. Her white dress, wings, and alabaster skin were contrasted by Willow's long silky red hair that fell about her shoulders.

Willow was an angel in every sense.

It took Buffy a moment to be able to say anything.

"Wow. Oh wow. You're beautiful." The Slayer breathed.

"Really?"

Buffy just nodded. The doorbell rang, snapping Buffy out of her trance.

"That'll be Xander. You stay here until I say so. I wanna see Xander go completely non verbal when he sees you." Buffy told her as she raced out to the front door. Opening it, Buffy went non verbal herself for the second time in as many minutes.

Xander was a knight, complete with the chain mail shirt and armor plate on his shoulders and legs.

"Good evening fair maiden, Sir Alexander at your service." He said doing his best English impersonation and bowing before Buffy.

"Is the Lady Rosenberg ready? I have brought my chariot to whisk her to the ball."

"She'll be out in a minute. I must admit, you look really…" Buffy said but Xander wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention. His eyes were firmly locked at something behind her.

Willow.

Xander was struck dumb by the vision of beauty that was Willow. She was literally heart stoppingly beautiful.

"Ye snava fulsa ul." Xander finally managed to gasp as he remembered to breathe. Willow looked at Xander confusedly, wondering what exactly he had said. Buffy came to their rescue.

"I'm fluent in salivating American boy talk. He said you're beautiful."

"Hnk oo."

"You're welcome." A happy Buffy beamed at her boyfriend. Looking at Xander and Willow stare at each other, Buffy rolled her eyes.

"Are you two just gonna stand around gawking at each other all night or are you gonna go out and have fun?" Willow snapped out of whatever trance she was in.

"Uh, fun. Having fun."

"Good." Buffy told her as she grabbed hold of both Willow and Xander and shoved them out the door. "You two have lots of fun and tell me all about it tomorrow. Now GO!"

The party didn't quite go the way they planned it. Thirty seconds after he walked into the room Xander was literally dragged from Willow's arm to meet people. Relatives, friends of his relatives, people he either didn't know, didn't want to know, or wished he never knew.

Xander resented them all, even the really nice and interesting ones (all two of them). They kept him from spending his time with Willow who spent the night sipping her drinks, declining numerous offers to dance from about a dozen men, and looking over at Xander with looks akin to pity.

She knew that Xander hated family gatherings. Xander's biological family was, with a few exceptions, uniformly terrible.

The Scoobies were his real family.

Willow decided to come to Xander's aid. She went over to Xander with a pained look.

"I'm sorry to interrupt here Xander, but I'm not feeling too well." Xander's eyes flashed with concern that made Willow fall a little more in love with him.

"You want me to take you home?" he asked, worry evident in his voice.

"I don't want to be trouble."

"Take your young lady friend home Xander. She needs you more than we do." Uncle Rory told his favorite nephew. Xander nodded and led Willow out of the party. As they walked home, Willow took Xander's hand.

"I'm not really sick you know." She told him. Xander looked at her in confusion.

"Then why.."

"Xander, why'd you go tonight? You hate your family." Xander shrugged his shoulders.

"Uncle Rory. He's been good to me. Especially lately."

"And you felt obligated to go when he invited you because you didn't want to hurt his feelings." Willow knew Xander better than anyone alive. Maybe better than he knew himself. Xander shrugged his shoulders again.

"I guess so."

Willow gave him a hug.

"You keep putting others before yourself. How very Xander of you."

Xander hugged her back.

"Beautiful, smart, and caring. How very Willow of you."

Eventually they made it to Xander's place.

"You wanna stay tonight?" he asked her.

"OK, but I'm cooking breakfast."

"Willow's world famous mega breakfast?" Xander loved it when Willow cooked breakfast. She was an outstanding cook and breakfast was her specialty.

"Only if you're a good little boy." She teased. Xander just laughed and they entered his house. Once inside Xander started to rummage through his CD collection.

"What are you looking for?"

"I still owe you a dance, Wills." Finding the CD he wanted he loaded it into the player and started looking for the particular track.

"I'm not really sure I can dance."

"You're a great dancer. Trust me." He said as he held her close and they started to slow dance.

As they moved together Willow felt herself almost melt into Xander's arms. Doubts, worries, troubles all disappeared like mist before the sun's rays. The world contracted to just her and Xander.

Slow dancing with Willow brought Xander memories of Homecoming. He remembered the pain of the fallout from that one moment, how it destroyed his special friendship with Willow.

But now it was different. This time there will be no guilt. It was right in every sense of the word.

Tonight was their night.

The song ended with Xander and Willow locked together in a deep loving kiss. Eventually breaking the kiss, Willow looked deep into the chocolate pools of Xander's eyes and lost herself in them. It was almost like warm rays of love were beaming from those brown orbs and Willow felt the warmth spreading throughout her body.

Stepping back from Willow, Xander removed his armor, leaving him in his boxers and a t-shirt. He ran his hand down her face and cupped her jaw as they kissed again, this time with more passion that before. Xander's hands ran down her side and unhooked her wings. The wings fluttered to the ground behind Willow and Xander scooped her up into his arms and took her into the bedroom.

He was a man with a mission. To bring Willow as much pleasure as he knew how.

They kissed passionately, their hands exploring each other. He caressed her face and neck before running his large hands over the small swell of her breasts. He felt their peaks harden beneath his palms. He let out a gasp as Willow gently caressed his hardening length then grabbed his hips and ground herself against his erection.

He took half a step back and slid her dress of her shoulders. Willow gave a little shimmy and the dress fell away from her form leaving her naked except for a pair of white satin panties.

Xander couldn't help but stare at her raw beauty and silently kick himself for failing to realize Willow was a woman, and a beautiful, smart and loving one at that. His only defense was that he had been 16 at the time and 16 year old boys are a dumb as dirt.

He took off his t shirt and boxers.

Willow was wide eyed at the sight of Xander naked. She saw his broad shoulders and she marveled at their ability to carry the weight of the world on them. She ran her fingers across his chest and was in awe of his ability to love those who had so brutally tortured him. She cupped his hardness and was dizzy with lust.

He gently grabbed her hand and removed it from its oh so wonderful place.

"That's not part of the plan." He told her and her face fell a little.

"Not just yet, anyway." Which brought the smile back to her face.

Xander knelt in front of Willow and slowly tugged her panties to the floor. At the sight of the thin red strip of hair that just stopped short of heaven, Xander had to exercise every ounce of self-control not to throw her down on the bed and make hot lusty poon-tang with her.

But he did kinda throw her down onto the bed.

"You've got a plan?" she asked him as he crawled up the length of her body.

"I'm a man with a plan. A cunning plan."

"Is it as cunning as a fox who's been made professor of cunning at Oxford University?"

"Well, it's more wicked than cunning." A wicked gleam in his eye caused Willow to pause. She'd seen all sorts of looks from Xander over the years. But this one was new.

And seriously hot.

He started to caress Willow all over with the gentlest of touches. His fingertips, the fine hairs on the back of his hands, his warm breath, even the hair on his head was used to caress her alabaster skin.

Never in her life had Willow felt anything even approaching this. Her skin was on fire; she could feel her arousal building at an exponential rate and he hadn't even come anywhere near her breasts or clitoris.

Her whole body became flushed as she struggled to control her body. Her breath was coming in short gasps. She was making half moaning, half hissing sounds and there wasn't a damn thing she could do to stop it. Xander smiled at the sight, knowing full well that he controlled her body as if it was a puppet on a string.

"You know what the biggest, most sensual organ in the body is Wills?"

She knew the answer alright. It was her skin and there wasn't a single damn inch of it that wasn't screaming the fact that Xander knew it too. She had to grip the sheets to try to stop herself from writhing around like a woman possessed.

She began to whimper.

Xander continued his pleasurable torture of the red head for seemingly endless hours before deciding to give Willow the release she so much craved.

He started kissing her inner thighs, slowly making his way to the source of the delicious musky aroma that filled his nostrils. As he inched closer he could see her inner lips swollen in arousal, her juices glistened on them like dew on rose petals.

It was time he used his gift.

Some guys had big penises; most guys wished they did.

But not Xander. He had a gift that few had.

A very long, extremely talented tongue.

It was this which he plunged deep into Willow and exploded her universe.

Xander was forced to tightly grab hold of her hips as spasms ripped through her and she bucked and screamed out her orgasm. His tongue lavished her nub and plunged deep to run amuck on her g spot.

Willow crashed down on the bed totally spent. Her body occasionally flinched as Xander ran his tongue over her now ultra sensitive button. She couldn't ask him to stop, she was panting like she'd just run a four minute mile. Eventually Xander came up for air and gave Willow a smile, his face covered in her juices.

Xander lay beside Willow and snuggled up with her. He loved the feel of her, the taste of her, the smell of her. There wasn't a single thing about her he didn't love.

And the great thing was that every time he looked at her he saw the identical look of love in her eyes.

They lay together in lengthening silence that Willow wasn't sure if she should say something or not and if she did then the issue became what to say because if she said the wrong thing..

"Hey Rocky! Watch me pull a rabbit out of this hat." Xander said in a fine Bullwinkle voice and with a goofy grin on his face. Willow relaxed and smiled.

"Again? That trick never works." She replied in a passable Rocky voice.

"This time for sure!"

Xander mined pulling a rabbit out of a hat and Willow roared like a lion. Xander quickly shoved the 'rabbit' back into the hat.

"I guess I don't know my own strength."

Despite herself, Willow started laughing.

"Only you would consider Rocky and Bullwinkle an appropriate topic for a romantic night." She told her friend and lover.

"Well, you were feeling a little awkward, and you were doing the whole babbling in your mind thing, so I went for a little comedy. It worked didn't it?"

"Yes it did and how did you know I was babbling in my mind? It isn't some freaky mind reading thing, is it?"

"No mind reading thing. It's just when you babble, even in your mind, your mouth does the sweetest thing." He told her as he caressed her lips with his fingers. Willow kissed them and Xander brought his fingers to his lips.

Willow leaned over and kissed Xander, tentatively at first then with growing love and passion. She kissed down his jaw and found his pulse point on his neck. Nibbling on his ear earned Willow a happy little mumble from Xander.

She descended past his broad shoulders and started kissing his hairless chest.

On an impulse she latched onto one of his nipples, caressing it with her tongue, and she was surprised when Xander shuddered and his nipples hardened in response.

She lavished attention on his nipples and chest for a while before heading further south to his abs. She traced the outline of his belly button.

Willow looked intently at Xander's manhood, the object of a lot of her most erotic dreams. Hesitantly he reached out and took its length in her small hands. She looked up at Xander.

"Is this part of your plan now?" she asked. A barely perceptible nod from Xander was the only answer.

She thought it strange that something so hard could at the same time feel soft. Her thumb slid across his large purple head and down his shaft. Slowly she began to pump his rigid length, listening to Xander's breathing become more rapid and shallow. As she increased and decreased the speed of her movements, Xander's breathing increased and decreased.

Xander was quietly going nuts. It had been a long time since he had been intimate with anyone, the fact that it was Willow made it even harder to keep control. When Willow took him in his mouth he nearly lost it and had to pull her away from his rod.

Willow looked up at him in alarm.

"Did I do something wrong? Oh god! I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Nonono! It was great! That's the problem, you do that and I'm gonna lose it completely. I've got something else in mind at the moment." It took Willow a moment to figure out exactly what else Xander had in mind.

Xander guided her so that she straddled him and she took hold of him to line him up to her entrance.

"This might hurt a bit at first, Wills." He advised her. Willow smiled and shook her head.

"My hymen has been broken for years Xander." Xander gave her a look of shock and puzzlement.

"Remember how we used to climb Mrs. Hildebrand's tree as kids?" Xander remembered back, trying to connect the two events together for a while before coming up with the answer.

"That's when it happened? I remember you fell and you were crying and in pain but I remember you didn't want to tell me where you were hurt."

"Do you blame me? Besides, I also remember you carried me 5 blocks to my place."

"Of course I'm gonna carry you. You were hurt and you wanted to go home."

Willow inched herself down onto his manhood until she had completely enveloped him. She savored the feeling for a few moments.

"Now I'm home."

She began gently moving up and down, the sensation of their lovemaking was overpowering. Deep inside her a familiar energy started to build rapidly. She picked up the pace.

Xander, for his part, was both in heaven and in hell. He wanted for their first time to be as special as possible and so far it was outstanding. But unless he did something quickly he wasn't going to last much longer. He tried thinking of everything and anything except the sensations that rippled through his body.

It was time to take charge.

He grabbed hold of her hips and changed her angle to maximize contact with her g spot. He started making small circular motions with his hips and his thumb snaked down to their junction and caressed her nub. He captured her nipple in his mouth and teased it mercilessly.

All designed to send Willow over the top.

Her second climax ripped through her as powerfully as her first. Her inner walls clamped down on Xander and milked him with their powerful rhythmic contractions. She screamed her release.

The sight, the sound, the sensation, it was too much for Xander. He gave a final thrust and he flooded her channel with his seed.

Completely exhausted Willow collapsed on top of him. Their bodies slick with sweat and the juices of their lovemaking. They laid together like that for a long time, recovering from their exertions.

Willow looked at all the sweat and she pointed it out to Xander.

"You tend to get sweaty during a hot night in the house of Scooby." He joked.

After they recovered, the two snuggled up together and talked for hours about all sorts for things the way they used to when they were kids.

But they weren't kids anymore.

They grew up together, and now they would grow old together.

It had taken them more than a decade, nearly two in Xander's case, but finally they ended up where they belonged.

Together.

Continued…