Rating: NC-17
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Spoilers: Post-Chosen.
Author's Note: This is Porn-With-Plot (at least, a little bit).
Pairing: Xander/Dawn
"Ugh...urgh...wha'..." Xander muttered as he slowly regained consciousness. His head and shoulders ached and he was cold...He unconsciously reached for the blankets he must've kicked off in the middle of the night, but found he couldn't move his arms.
He pulled harder. His hands still refused to budge from their positions, just above his head.
He was tied to a bed.
He was naked.
He'd been in the same position too many times not to know.
And...yes, when he opened his eyes – well, eye – he couldn't see anything. He'd been blindfolded too.
And, did we mention naked already?
If it had been about three years ago, this wouldn't be all that bad – or unusual, for that matter. Anya had loved to walk on the kinky side, and she had often surprised him with a "wake-up call" that would leave him unable to get out of bed for hours.
Unfortunately, it was not three years ago, Anya had been dead almost a year, and Xander hadn't gone beyond a second or third date with any girl since then, and definitely hadn't gone to bed with any of them.
Which meant he was probably in deep shit.
He yanked again at his bonds, trying to remember where he had been, and how he might have gotten here...wherever "here" was.
We'd just left Giles', where we'd talked about the latest oogly-boogly, and Buffy mentioned having some kind of memorial service for the one-year anniversary of the big Hellmouth battle in a couple days...I had just unlocked my car, and...Blank. Nothing. Nada.
He heard a door open, then shut. Footsteps came closer, and then a whispered voice close to him said, "Good. You're awake."
He wasn't 100% sure, but the whisper sounded feminine. Which wasn't exactly reassuring, considering how many supernatural female nasties he'd attracted – and occasionally been attracted to – over the years.
Hands touched the sides of his face, and he jerked in response.
"Shhhhh. I'm not going to hurt you, Xander. I just want to teach you a lesson," the whisperer said.
"Oddly, not a comforting thought," he said nervously.
"Xander, I promise I'll let you go, completely unharmed – but only when you've learned your lesson."
"Wh-wha-what's the lesson?"
"Uh-uh. You've gotta figure that out for yourself."
The hands returned to his face, and stroked his cheeks, his jaw, his neck. Now that he thought about it, he could tell they were warm, so at least it wasn't a vampire.
Fingertips brushed his chest, running through his chest hair, tweaking his nipples.
No claws, either, he noticed. He also had to admit that, despite his extreme case of fear, he was getting turned on.
"I've been dreaming of this for sooooo long," his captor sighed.
Okay, not a casual acquaintance, then, his brain registered. As the hands continued to caress him gently, Xander began to wonder which of the girls he knew would actually do this to him.
Buffy he dismissed without a second thought. She had too many guys on her plate already. And even if she had decided she wanted to pursue a relationship with him after all this time, he didn't think she would try something looney like this.
Willow and Kennedy were a solid couple. 'Nuff said.
Faith? Now there was a real possibility, even though things seemed to be working out between her and Robin Wood. This kind of stunt was definitely her style.
Then again...although the hands were being very attentive and were getting him pretty worked-up, they seemed...hesitant? Inexperienced, maybe? Not exactly Faith-like characteristics.
A pair of lips pressed against his forehead in a soft kiss. They left, then reappeared at his cheek. The kisses moved lower and to one side, and Xander couldn't help shuddering as the mystery woman's cheek brushed his, and a kiss was planted right over his pulse point.
The whisperer giggled slightly into his ear. "I'm not a vamp, Xander. I want your body, not your blood."
Definitely not Faith, his fevered mind calculated. Faith chuckled – she never giggled.
One of the other Slayers, then? He riffled through his memories of the past eighteen months, trying to recall if any one of them had ever looked at him like that...outside of his fantasies, that is.
He had always thought Colleen was pretty damn good looking, but she'd never looked at him twice.
Vi was seriously cute, and he might have made a play for her if she hadn't reminded him so much of Willow.
The new Slayer they'd picked up in Chicago, Sarah, really liked him, and she'd be a real heartbreaker – in about 10 years or so.
He was wondering vaguely if it might be Jackie, the girl they'd found in Cleveland right on top of the second Hellmouth, when his captor made her first mistake.
She kissed his nipple, then nipped it with her teeth – a tiny bit too hard. And at his yelp, she said, "Oops, sorry."
Waitaminute. He knew that voice. Especially the way it said that particular phrase.
He gulped.
If he was right, he was so dead.
"Dawn?" he gasped.
The hands and mouth paused, then pulled away. Then he felt a tugging at his head, and the blindfold was removed.
It was Dawn all right.
And God help him, she was wearing that blouse. The "Daddy like" blouse.
He'd been sure Buffy had made her burn that thing.
He swallowed. It seemed even tighter than it had when he'd last seen it. And as Dawn bent over to grin at him, he realized why.
It was tighter. Because there was even more of Dawn Summers to – barely – hold in. A distant part of his mind calculated that she was at least a well-rounded C cup...
Gaaaah! This was Dawnie he was ogling! Buffy's little sister! The Slayer's little sister!
"Hey, Xander." She kissed the tip of his nose. "I guess I'd rather have you looking at me anyway."
She grinned impudently at him. "Learned your lesson yet?"
Unable to speak, he shook his head.
The grin turned into a smirk. "Why don't I give you another hint, then?"
She backed away a few steps and twirled slowly, showing off her body.
Oh, Lordy Momma. As if the tight, revealing top wasn't bad enough, she had replaced the tight jeans she'd worn that night in the Bronze with tight black leather pants.
He realized he was literally panting after her. His mouth was open and he was breathing hard, and he felt like pulling an Oz and howling at the moon.
She noticed his reaction and smiled even wider. "That give you any ideas, Xander?"
Oh man, it gave me all kinds of ideas. None of which I'm ever going to say. "Please, Dawnie –"
Her smile disappeared in a flash. "Don't call me that," she growled. "My. Name. Is. Dawn." She tapped her foot, looking a lot like Buffy for a moment. "Now say it."
"Dawn," he repeated obediently.
Then something clicked inside his brain, and he hazarded a statement. "You want me to realize you're not a little girl anymore."
Her smile came back, bigger than ever. "Good for you! That's the first part! For that, you get a kiss!"
His eyes went wide as she swooped down onto him. "What? Wai –" His protest was interrupted as her lips covered his and her tongue darted into his open mouth.
He screamed protests into her mouth for a bit longer, but quieted down as the teenager went to work on him. He didn't know if it was natural talent or if she'd been dating lots of boys in secret – she hadn't introduced any boyfriends to the Scooby Gang since the Infamous Letter Jacket Incident – but Dawn was one hell of a kisser. Within fifteen seconds, she totally blew away every illicit broom-closet kiss he'd shared with Cordelia.
When she finally pulled away, having explored his mouth thoroughly and given his lips a full Swedish massage that left them begging for more, he was gasping for breath and his eyes were rolling in their sockets.
"I'm definitely not a little girl anymore, Xander," she said proudly, and a little out of breath herself. "Now, is there anything else you have to say for yourself?"
He blinked at her. She'd just sucked his brain out through his mouth, how did she expect him to think straight, much less talk?
One brown eyebrow lifted. "I'll give you a hint. It's May 18th."
So it's just been a few hours or so since...since she must've knocked me out...right next to my car...on the anniversary of – "I solemnly swear never ever ever to use chloroform on you again, Dawnie." Especially since I know how it feels now...ugh!
She crossed her arms, once again doing a bit of a Buffy impression. "Go on."
He thought frantically. "I...uh...I promise not to do anything to you – ah, for you, for you, I mean – um...just because I think it might be for your own good?"
"I think you've got the general idea...we'll talk more about that later." She walked over and sat on the bed. "That's two out of three. The third lesson...well, there's less talking involved."
She started taking her blouse off.
Xander gurgled helplessly. As more and more creamy flesh was exposed, he quickly became aware of just how not a little girl Dawn was anymore...and since he was naked, his reaction was extremely visible to both of them.
Dawn stood up and...wriggled out of her pants. There was no other word for it – she didn't roll them down or peel them off; it was like a snake shedding its skin. Just slinky, from-the-hip movements that bared what seemed like miles of shapely legs.
He tried to speak, choked, coughed, and then finally managed to say, "Why...why are you doing this, Dawn?"
She fluttered her eyelashes at him. "Isn't it obvious, Xander? I want you to forget all about the ten-year-old girl who had such a huge crush on you that she gave you a ring out of a Cracker Jack box and asked you to marry her. I want you to forget the fourteen-year-old who – very briefly – started making cow-eyes at the bleached-blonde bloodsucker who never looked at her when big sister Buffy was around. I only want you thinking of the seventeen-year-old girl who's madly in love with you, and has been waiting more than two years for the chance to seduce you."
"Two years? Since..."
"Since you left Anya, Xan. Back then I was fifteen – jailbait, as you guys say. Now I'm seventeen, going to be eighteen in a month, and anything we do is just a boy and girl doing what comes naturally."
Clad just in peach-colored bra and panties – which were *godawfully* lacy and skimpy, he wondered how on God's Green Earth she'd managed to hit Victoria's Secret without Buffy finding out – she leaned over him, practically sticking her breasts in his face, and said. "Xander, I'm going to take off my underwear now. And if you can see me totally naked, wanting you the way I do, and then look me in the eye and tell me you don't want me too, then I'll let you go.
"Otherwise, I'm going to climb on top of you and fuck your brains out."
It was the first time he'd ever heard "Little Dawnie" use the f-word. He couldn't help staring at her mouth, at her lush pink lips, and wondering what else she could do with them besides kiss and talk dirty.
Of course, his eyes instantly went elsewhere as she reached between her breasts and – POP! – undid her bra.
Xander considered himself a pretty good judge of breasts. Cordelia's were easily the largest he'd ever come in close contact with, and if they'd been attached to a nicer person he probably would've never let go of them. Anya's had been smaller, but perfectly shaped, and just big enough for a nice handful.
Three years ago, on a beach, he had seen a girl in a bikini that had come damn close to perfect. The embarrassing thing was that it had been his best friend's girlfriend, Tara. He had felt guilty staring at her the way he had – but that hadn't stopped him from spending the next few weeks praying to the God of Sex that his two Wiccan friends would decide they needed some fresh sperm for their next spell, and ask him to donate in person...
Now, seeing Dawn, he realized she wasn't damn close to perfect. She was perfect. Absolutely, gloriously, magnificently, nakedly perfect. His mouth watered as she shrugged her bra off her shoulders, sending little jiggles through her breasts...
And his hands itched. No, they ached to be free, so he could take hold of those beautiful mammaries and worship them as they deserved.
He wanted to pinch and kiss and lick those perfect little nipples until she gasped and cried his name, and begged him to –
AAAAAHH! What was he thinking?
I'm thinking that I want to fuck little Dawnie until she can't walk straight, that's what.
I'm thinking that I want to sink right down into that sweet little virgin pussy and hear her scream my name when she comes.
Dawn took down her panties, exposing a beautifully-trimmed brown bush.
I'm thinking that Buffy will rip me into little teeny-tiny pieces if she finds out I laid a finger on her little sister!
And I'm thinking it'll be worth it!
The way Dawn was smiling at him, she knew she had him. But still she took her time, turning slowly and taking a couple steps towards the foot of the bed – giving him a good look at her ass in the meantime – then climbing up onto the bed next to him, and swinging one leg over him. Then she scooted up a little bit, seating herself so her delectable little pussy was just barely hidden behind his erection.
She looked down at him, licked her lips, took him gently in one hand and stroked him.
Xander let out a whimper.
Then Dawn closed her eyes, and slowly lifted her hips, sliding her pussy along the bottom of his shaft. A sigh escaped her lips, and they formed into a dreamy smile as she slid up and down, masturbating herself against him.
"You don't know how many times I've dreamed about you, Xander. How many times I've lain awake at night, sliding my fingers into my panties, wishing they were your fingers...or this nice piece of meat I've got right here..."
Xander was losing his mind. He was struggling fiercely, trying to pull his hands free, but not because he wanted to get away. He wanted to end this torment...to grab this cock-teasing little schoolgirl and ram his cock deep inside her...to give her a fucking she'd never forget even if the Key lasted a million years!
She opened her eyes and looked at him. "All you have to do is say you don't want me, Xander, and I'll let you go. But you don't want me to do that, do you?"
"No!" he gurgled. "Enough! For God's sake, just fuck me!"
She grinned wickedly at him. "How can I refuse you when you ask me so nicely?" She slid up and down his length one more time, then lifted herself all the way up. She held herself poised over him a moment, and rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy.
In the back of his mind, he thought worriedly about protection. He didn't know if she read his mind or if he managed to babble something that made sense, but at any rate, she said, "Don't worry, Xander, I'm on the pill. I'm not ready for you to put a baby in me yet."
That "yet" was still echoing in his head as she lowered herself onto him.
Xander had never been to a virgin's deflowering – except his own, of course – so he didn't really know what to expect. What he got was a slight hiss and a momentary wince, as he slid into what had to be the tightest, most amazing pussy on the face of the Earth. He swore he could feel her heartbeat pulsing all around him as he sank deeper inside her.
She slid only about halfway down the first time, then gasped and winced again, and lifted herself back up, pulling him almost all the way out. Then she lowered her hips again, sliding a little further down this time, then up...then down...then up again...
It seemed like years before Dawn finally had him fully inside her. She sighed in relief, and wriggled her hips back and forth on top of him. "There, now. Doesn't that feel better?"
"Dawn!" Xander's voice was a strangled gurgle. "Please, God! Let me loose! You know I won't try to get away!" He panted, swallowed, tried to sound calm as he said, "I just want to touch you."
She smiled. "That's all I ever wanted, Xander." She leaned over to a night-table which Xander hadn't noticed since it was on his blind side, and retrieved a small knife, which she used to cut through his bonds.
He waited patiently until she put down the knife and started to speak. "There, Xan-DERRR!" she squealed as Xander rolled them over.
He grabbed her arms, trapping them up above her head, and stared down at her. "Lesson-time's over, Dawn," he growled.
She was scared, no question about that. Her blue eyes were wide, and her cheeks were pale and shaking as she looked up at him. But all she did was wrap those long, long legs around him and whisper, "Go for it."
Xander could never refuse a request like that.
So he went for it.
If Dawn had been hoping for sweet, gentle lovemaking for her first time, she would have been extremely disappointed. This wasn't lovemaking. This was old-fashioned, nail-biting, heart-pounding, drive-her-into-the-mattress fucking.
She must not have been too disappointed, though, because she would occasionally shout "Yes!" and "Oh God, Xander!" as she held him tight with arms and legs and pussy. Mostly, though, she just hung on for dear life as he drove into her again and again.
Later on, Xander would be shocked at the memory of fucking Dawn like a wild beast. He'd attacked her pussy the way a vampire would've attacked her throat – thrusting inside her and taking everything she had.
And Dawn would remind him that she had offered it to him willingly.
He didn't last very long, not at the relentless pace he set, and not with Dawn clenching around him and screaming his name.
He came with a wordless howl, gripping the bedsheets so hard they tore. And then he collapsed on top of Dawn, both of them gasping and panting like marathon runners.
Dawn, amazingly, spoke first. "Xander...wheeze...That was...pant...oh, God...wow."
He lifted his head to look at her. Her eyes were a bit wild, and there was a dazed-yet-happy expression on her face. "Yeah...wow," he managed to gasp.
"I guess...Faith's plan...really worked, huh?"
His eyes widened. His fatigue-numbed brain filed away the notion that "The Little Brat" and "The Skanky Ho" had actually conspired with each other on this. "Faith? God, I might've known."
He swallowed, and shook his head. "So, have you learned your lesson, Dawn?"
She grinned back at him. "I dunno. Maybe I want you to teach me again." She shifted a little, and winced. "Ow. Um...maybe after some of the bruises heal."
Then her expression turned serious. "I love you, Xander. I've always loved you."
The sudden transition from animal sex to romance completely threw him. Not to mention the fact that he was still dealing with a teenage girl here. "Dawn –"
"I mean it, Xander. I've thought about this a lot over the past year or so. I've been human for what, three and a half years? Well, for every second of those three and a half years, for my whole life, I've loved you. Can't get much more 'always' than that.
"I'll understand if...if you want to be by yourself and...think about this for a while. But if you want me, I'm yours. Always and only yours."
There had to be an answer to that somewhere. And Xander might have found it if Buffy and Willow hadn't chosen that moment to break the door down, intent on rescuing Xander and Dawn from whatever hell-beastie had kidnapped them.
The End
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