Silver Tongued by Mike McD

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I 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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Pairing: Xander/Others

Summary: What if Xander wore something different for Halloween?.

Xander watched as Buffy and Willow left the costume shop with their costumes. He didn't see exactly what Buffy had insisted getting Willow but he had seen Willow slip into her bag a ghost costume, complete with a BOO printed on the front. The same kind of ghost costume she'd worn for the last 5 years.

Xander muttered a few choice words about Angel's parentage and sexual preference.

Turning back to the two-dollar bin, Xander rummaged around, looking for some inspiration. There was a toy gun which, combined with some army surplus fatigues he had back home, would complete a rather lame soldier costume.

It frustrated Xander to no end. He really wanted a costume that was different, original, and cool. His choices, however, were limited by his finances, which in turn were VERY limited.

He was about to take the toy gun when the creepy owner slithered up next to Xander. The guy was English, but lacking the warm, gentle, and slightly stuffy air of Giles. The guy gave Xander the wiggins.

'No, I'm here to buy a pound of fucking carrots.' Xander bit off his sarcastic response. Instead Xander put on his best plastic smile.

"That's me." Xander looked back to the two-dollar bin and grabbed the toy gun. "Got my costume. See?" he held up the toy gun to the slimy Englishman. The Englishman looked at Xander in dismay.

"Yeah, well, five dollars doesn't stretch much further than a toy gun and some army surplus."

"You'll be surprised just how far five dollars will get you, especially with the deal I'm about to make with you."

"What kinda deal are we talking about here?" Xander mumbled, half expecting the deal to include sexual favors of some description or another.

"You promise not to dress up as some gun toting Rambo, and for five dollars I will provide you with a fine costume more befitting a young gentleman such as yourself."

"What's the costume? It's not a clown outfit, is it?" shuddered Xander as the moved to another part of the shop. He really didn't like clowns. He didn't fear them any more, but he still hated them.

"Good heavens, no! Nothing so crass! This is the clothing of a world famous soldier, spy, diplomat, writer, and adventurer."

Xander gave him a look that said 'Yeah, right, and monkeys fly out my butt'. The Englishman just ignored the look and found what he was looking for.

"…just wait until you see Willow." Buffy told Xander, but Xander wasn't listening. Instead he was drooling at Willow who descended the stairs. Buffy had managed to talk Willow into wearing the punk rocker chick outfit. It had been a close run thing with Casper but Buffy felt vindicated by the look on Xander's face.

Willow, who for her part was about to turn tail and run back up stairs, relaxed a little. She looked at Xander's costume in confusion.

"Can't you tell?" Xander held out his arms and did a little turn. The two girls looked him, the ruffled shirt, the trousers, the sword clipped to his waist. Buffy took a shot in the dark.

"The guy on the front cover of those cheesy Mills and Boons books that Willow has stashed under her bed?"

Buffy giggled and even Willow had to smile. Buffy straightened her gown. The two hooked their arms through Xander's offered arms.

The wave of magic washed over the residents of Sunnydale. Those unfortunates who had unwittingly bought a costume from the chaos mage suffered the full force of the spell.

"Buffy? What's going on?" asked Angel only to freeze at Buffy's reaction. Buffy hid behind Xander in fear.

"I know not who this man is. Please protect my virtue good sir." She squeaked to Xander. Xander stepped up to Angel.

"If you be a gentleman you will respect the lady's wishes." Angel looked even more confused.

"Boyfriend? You might be somebody's boyfriend. Probably some guy's boyfriend, but definitely not hers." Everyone looked at the punk rocker Willow.

"Oh come on! Can't you guys see it? The hair, the clothes, the name. He's obviously as gay as Elton John!"

"Gay? But he looks not in the least bit happy. Is that Elton fellow also unhappy?" Buffy enquired. Angel had had enough.

"Damn it! Something's obviously wrong. I've got to get you to Giles to figure out what's happened."

Angel's advance towards Buffy was stopped as Xander drew his sword, ready to do battle.

"I see that you do not respond to polite requests, so allow me to tell you to leave lest you feel my blade at your neck."

Angel saw the look of steel in Xander's eyes. No. It wasn't Xander. They weren't themselves. The way they acted, their costumes…

A light bulb lit above Angel's head as the whole crazy night finally made sense.

"I'll just go see Giles." Angel started off in the direction of the high school. "Find somewhere safe and stay there!" he ordered as he hurried off into the night.

Punk rocker Willow just rolled her eyes as Lady Buffy swooned at his words. He was cute, Willow allowed herself. And the hard, dangerous look in his eyes when he confronted that guy?

It was a woman in a skintight outfit being chased by a large hairy beast. Before anyone could react, Xander raced over and intercepted the beast. A short but violent struggle ensued resulting in the beast taking off, but not before tearing Xander's shirt and leaving claw marks across his chest.

"What the hell is wrong with you people? Willow's acting like some Bon Jovi groupie, Buffy is single-handedly setting feminism back a thousand years, and Xander's…hurt." Cordelia noticed his injury for the first time. Moving over to him, she tore his shirt away to inspect the wound.

"It doesn't look too bad. Just a scratch really." Cordelia gently checked over his injuries. As she ran her fingers across his chest she noticed his lean, masculine body. Suddenly her intensions became less about healing and more carnal in nature.

"Mi sa che qui potremmo avere delle grane." He muttered to himself, slipping into his native Italian. Three pairs of beautiful eyes blinked at him in incomprehension.

"It matters not. We need to find a place of safety fit for three beautiful ladies such as yourselves."

Xander's blade sliced cleanly through his opponent's neck. The bleached blonde head fell, bounced once, then it and the decapitated body exploded into ash. Xander looked down at last remains of William the Bloody and spat into the ashes.

"Veni, vidi, vici!" Xander exclaimed triumphantly. The three others watched Xander fight and defeat the bleached vampire with his superb swordsmanship. His bravery and skill with both sword and words had a profound effect on them. One that this Venetian incantation of Xander recognized well.

"Omnia vincit amor, et nos cedamus amori." He paused momentarily before explaining to the love struck trio.

Xander stared up into the darkness at the ceiling. Angel and Giles must have found out what was wrong and reversed whatever spell had hit the town. Xander was back in control of his body, a fact that inspired less enthusiasm than one might have expected.

Oh sure, there was some kick ass side effects that still lingered. The fluency in nearly a dozen languages, the swordsmanship, the memories and skills. The skills had saved their lives when Spike attacked and the memory of his dusting was a happy one.

But there was some major fallout resulting from the night and some of the other 'skills' he had gained.

Basically, he was a dead man. The deadest man in Deadonia. They had been lucky to chance upon Xander's empty place. The memory of what had happened both shamed and aroused him.

He was sandwiched between the naked and sleeping bodies of Buffy and Cordelia. Like a redheaded cherry perched on top of him was an equally naked and sleeping Willow.

'Giacomo Casanova, you silver tongued bastard' Xander thought to himself 'you talked me into this fucking mess, you fucking better talk me out of it.'

"Any luck finding them?" Giles asked Angel as the souled vampire returned from his search for Buffy and the others. Together, Giles and Angel had broken Ethan's spell, returning all those under its curse to normal. Giles had immediately started researching what, if any, lasting effects the spell would have on Buffy and the others. Angel in turn had gone out in a fruitless search for the lost Scoobies.

"Damn it Giles! What the hell have you been doing on the phone for the last hour?" ranted Cordelia as she stomped through his door.

Giles started to say something when he noticed that he hadn't properly replaced the handset on his phone, thus Cordelia's anger over the continuous busy signal.

"Not if I get my way with that iron fisted little bitch." She spat surprising the two men with her anger.

"Boy, you could say that again." Cordelia flushed slightly at the memory before her anger returned. "Little Miss Slays Alot beat Xander right into intensive care. After they returned to normal, mind you."

"If you wanna know then you can get your butts over to the hospital and ask your precious Buffy herself." Cordelia was looking forward to seeing Buffy squirm as she explained the night's events to them.

They found Buffy, still in her noblewoman's gown, in one of the waiting rooms. As soon as they entered the room she looked up and a mix of guilt, anger, and fear flashed across her face.

"What the devil is going on Buffy? Cordelia told us you nearly beat Xander to death!"

Buffy shot Cordelia a venomous glare that she returned with icy daggers of her own.

"Buffy! Could we get back to the matter at hand?" her Watcher admonished. "Why on God's earth did you beat Xander?"

Buffy looked down at her feet and refused to talk. Giles took off his glasses and started polishing them in frustration. A thought occurred to Angel.

"Buffy, who did he dress up as?" Giles demanded, his patience worn thin with her reticence. Finally Buffy gave in.

There was a few seconds of silence as the implications sunk in the minds of Giles and Angel.

"Yes! Xander dressed up as Casanova and seduced me and Willow and Cordelia into having group sex."

Giles' glasses clattered to the floor as they slipped forgotten through nerveless fingers. Complete and utter shock was the only way that Cordelia could describe the look on Giles' face. His eyes nearly fell out of his head and rolled around on the ground next to his jaw that also took the express lift to the ground floor.

For his part, Angel looked like someone had just clubbed his favorite pet baby fur seal.

"Group sex? That's what you're calling it now? Group sex? Try orgy. Or a foursome fuck. Or the Great Scooby Gang Bang."

With the smile that only the Queen Bitch of Sunnydale High could deliver, Cordelia made an observation that made Buffy tear out of the hospital at a million miles an hour.

The stead beep of the monitor and the rise and fall of Xander's chest provided a small measure of reassurance to Willow. Ever since they had immersed themselves in Buffy's world, Willow and Xander had been hurt a number of times. They accepted that as the price paid in fighting the good fight.

Her anger at Buffy was overwhelmed by her concern for the unconscious Xander. She took his hand in hers, hers dwarfed by his.

"Hey Xander." She spoke to him in a quiet, subdued manner. "Big night, wasn't it?"

"I…I always wanted you to be my first. And you were. Well, kinda, sort of. My first, that is." She babbled a little. "Always dreamed that you'd be my first. Never dreamed that Cordelia would be my second and Buffy my third." Pausing, she could almost see in her mind Xander giving her a skeptical look.

"OK, OK, so maybe there's been one or two dreams like that and that information does not leave this room, you hear me mister?" She waggled her finger at Xander, Boss Willow face on. Boss Willow gave way to Defensive Willow.

"I might've had the odd dream of something like this happening, doesn't mean that's how I actually wanted it to happen. And I know you well enough to realize this wasn't how you wanted it to happen either.

"But it happened. It happened and everything's changed and we need to talk about it. And to do that I need you with me, awake and talking and listening. I need you.

"Who else is gonna watch a Charlie Brown Christmas with me and do the Snoopy Dance? Who else am I gonna help get through math class, or hang with every day and dream of every night? Who else…"

Xander's face twitched and his hand moved in hers. Willow's eyes widened in hope.

"Xander?" Willow replied, scarcely believing it. Xander smiled at her weakly and reached up, wiping away the tear.

"Hey…Don't cry." He reassured Willow who was flooded with relief and happiness.

"How's he going?" Giles asked from the doorway. Willow looked back and saw Giles and Cordelia standing at the door. There was no mistaking Willow's happiness.

"I'll go get a doctor." Cordelia announced. Pausing before leaving to get the doctor, Cordelia watched Willow and Xander. She was disturbed at feeling jealousy.

She was even more disturbed of the fact she wasn't sure which one of them she was jealous of.

Darla virtually floated into the room, a dreamy, satisfied look all over her face.

"Brushing up on my Italian. Signor Casanova has a true gift with foreign tongues."

"After three days of torture I can only imagine that you ripped out his tongue before he died."

"Oh, he's not dead. I wouldn't dream of robbing the world of such a…sensual master. Besides, there are some people who are worth far more alive than dead. Or undead." Darla teased her childe. Angelus had a jealous streak a mile wide and it amused her to no end to see it in full flight.

"You'll do no such thing!" Darla, game face showing, roared back. The two vampires faced off for a moment before Darla calmed down again. She caressed his cheek and ran her hand across his chest.

"Always remember, my dear Angelus, no matter how good a man thinks he is between the sheets, there's always someone better. Except for Signor Casanova of course."

Angel hurried through the streets of Sunnydale after Buffy. Giles had sworn a vile and bloody oath to gut Ethan Rayne with a spoon the next time he came across him.

The souled vampire, with a mastery of torture that only could be gained by over a century of experience, had far, far worse plans for the Chaos mage.

So wrapped up in his dreams of torture, Angel near missed spotting Buffy as she rounded the corner of Revello Drive.

"What happened between you and Xander and the others wasn't your fault. Xander had no more control over what happened than you did."

Buffy was a mass of conflicting emotions. She was worried; worried about the effect tonight would have on her relationship with Angel and her friendship with Xander and Willow. She was scared; scared of how badly she had hurt Xander in a moment to completely misguided rage. But the overwhelming emotion at the moment was anger. Blinding anger at herself, at her friends, at the world.

"What does it matter? Xander got to live out his greatest fantasy." Buffy spat bitterly. Angel could hardly believe what she had just said.

"Greatest fantasy? You seriously believe Xander wanted what happened to happen? Are you blind or just stupid?"

"I don't like him, never have, never will. He bugs the hell out of me. But I know for a fact that this was the last thing he ever wanted to happen."

"How can you know that? Is there some sort of vampire mind reading ability I'm not aware of?"

"I don't need to read his mind. I've seen what's in his heart. He loves you. He loves you just as much as I do. Maybe even more." Angel added quietly.

"What?" Buffy's question was hesitant, as if she was afraid of the answer she would get.

Angel, for his part, paused before answering. Buffy deserved to hear it. She needed to hear it. But at what cost to Buffy and his relationship?

"You were destined face the Master and die. Me, Giles, even you, gave up trying to avoid it. It was your destiny and nobody could change it. Ironically it took a nobody to do just that.

"Everyone had given up trying to save you, except Xander. He came storming into my place, telling me to take him down to face the Master. To save you. I'd given you up for dead. I told him it was no use, that he had no chance, that the Master would kill him in a second. Xander wouldn't take no for an answer. He shoved a cross in my face. Shamed me, forced me to get over my fear. He was just as scared as I was, more so probably. I loved you, but I feared the Master, I feared dying even more."

All Angel could do was hang his head as Buffy took off home, tears in her eyes. Angel didn't know if Buffy and her friends would ever be as close as they had been before tonight. But regardless of how well his effort to try to restore their friendship, he knew in his heart that Buffy and his relationship was over.

Joyce sat on the end of Buffy's bed, the large wooden chest filled with the paraphernalia of a Slayer open in front of her.

Joyce knew all about Slayers, thanks to a last minute costume change of heart and two Englishmen.

Joyce had taken Dawn to Ethan's after seeing the beautiful dress Buffy had got for next to nothing. As Dawn browsed the racks of clothes, Ethan had got talking to Joyce. By the end of it all, Dawn had her Elven Warrior costume and Joyce had an old leather book and tweed jacket for her librarian costume.

Both Ethan and Joyce had shared a laugh at the idea of dressing up as the stuffy librarian of Sunnydale High, Rupert Giles.

There was no laughter as Joyce recalled the horror of the art gallery, as the Halloween party became a bloody battle.

And now, although the possession had ended, she still retained the knowledge of her daughter's sacred destiny. That knowledge warred with her motherly instincts.

Joyce looked up to see Buffy, tears streaming down her face. All her thoughts were forgotten as Joyce held her daughter close as she openly wept.

Buffy had successfully managed to avoid everyone for the day but as night approached she had to check in with Giles. She had seriously considered packing her bag and running away to LA, but her desire to try to fix her mistake made her stay.

Looking about, Buffy was relieved that neither Willow nor Cordelia were there, and that Giles was alone.

"Hey, Giles." She greeted her Watcher with much less enthusiasm than usual. Likewise, Giles looked unhappy and out of sorts.

"Oh, OK. It's just that mom looked pretty worked up this morning. Said something about giving you the bollocking of a life time just before she left."

"Um…bollocking doesn't involve rampant acts of nudity, does it?" Buffy really hoped it didn't. There had been enough rampant acts of nudity already.

"What? No! She came in here and spent twenty minutes ranting at me about keeping secrets from people and my moral obligations."

"I imagine that it'd be tough having someone yell at you who knows all your dirty little secrets. I'm just not sure how mom got hold of one of your jackets."

"You remember how last month I had my jacket slashed during patrol? Well, instead of throwing it out, I gave it to Goodwill,"

"Uh, Giles. Not even the homeless would wear tweed." Buffy shut up at her Watcher's glare.

"Apparently, that's where Ethan got the jacket. No doubt he had a merry old time giving it to your mother." Remarked Giles darkly. Yet another reason to add to the already long list of reasons to kill Ethan Rayne slowly and painfully. Giles took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. It had been a trying 24 hours and there were still two awkward issues that needed to be discussed.

"Mom told me last night about the Cruciamentum. Is it true? When I turn 18 you'll take away my powers? Lock me up with a vampire?" Buffy's voice quivered, the idea of Giles doing that to her too painful to contemplate.

"Yes, it's true. But I won't do it." Giles sat down on his chair, his gaze reflecting the myriad of emotions he was feeling. "I'd always thought…deluded myself about it. That it would never come to it. That somehow the Council would never call on me to do it. Or if it did, that I…I could do it without remorse or guilt or my feelings interfering. That I could just be a good Watcher, and see the Slayer as just a weapon to fight evil, and that you were just a Slayer.

"But I'm not a good Watcher, and the Slayer is not just a weapon, and you are not just a Slayer.

"This thing with Joyce made me think. Made me confront my delusions. Made me think about what and who I really am and what and who I really want to be.

"I want to be someone who can look himself in the mirror in the morning. Someone worthy of the trust you have in me. Someone I can respect.

"So should the time come, I will turn my back on centuries of tradition and defy the Council. I give you my word; I will never deliberately hurt you. I only hope that one day, you'll be able to trust me again."

There was a long period of silence as his words and the feelings behind them sunk into Buffy's mind. She gently placed her hand on his shoulder.

Giles and Buffy had talked for nearly an hour about what had happened the night before. Giles was disappointed and a little angry at Buffy for what she did to Xander. He lectured her on how having great power entailed having great responsibility, the moment too serious for Buffy to make the obvious Spiderman joke.

They discussed Buffy's remorse for what she did, and the nature of Buffy's friendship with Xander and Willow. Buffy despaired at ever regaining Xander's friendship, not knowing how to even start trying to do so.

In the end, Giles' advice was as simple and obvious as it was daunting to his Slayer. It was this advice that saw her walk into Sunnydale General Hospital.

Peeking into Xander's room, Buffy found it empty. Xander was asleep, his left arm in a cast and bruising evident on one side of his face. A renewed wave of guilt washed over Buffy as she approached his sleeping form.

More than anything, Buffy wished she could go back in time and change things. In all honesty, she would only have gone back to stop her attack on Xander. The events preceding that, while unbidden, were more than a little enjoyable.

Standing beside his bed, Buffy looked at Xander and wondered how things would have turned out different if she had said yes to Xander at Spring Fling.

"Buffy?" she heard Xander ask. Turning back, her eyes locked with his for a moment before she looked away and down at her hands.

The words stunned Buffy. She was the one who had nearly killed him for something that he was not responsible for and it was _Xander_ who was apologizing to _her_.

Buffy's head snapped up in disbelief. The sudden movement and the wide-eyed look in Buffy's face caused Xander to flinch, as if in fear of Buffy attacking him again.

Massive tears gushed from her eyes as Buffy broke down completely, buried her head into his chest, and begged for his forgiveness.

The arrival and subsequent demise of Billy Fordham was, if not a welcome distraction, then a useful one. With Xander still in hospital, it forced the rest of the gang to work together.

Cordelia was making it clear that Buffy was number one on her shit list and showed no signs of easing up any time soon. When ever the two met the temperature in the room dropped to freezing point. Buffy didn't understand why Cordelia, rather than Willow or Xander (who Buffy felt was fully justified in hating Buffy), was reacting the way she was towards her. After a few days of being on the receiving end of Cordelia's wrath, Buffy didn't care. If Cordelia was gonna be a bitch to her, then Buffy was determined to give as good as she got.

Willow was a different and, to Buffy, a more heartbreaking matter. Outside of Scooby related activities; Willow avoided Buffy, spending her time with Xander in the hospital, or in the library with Giles, or increasingly with Cordelia. The absence of her best (female) friend hurt Buffy more than any words from Cordelia ever could. Buffy had done the one thing that Willow would find hardest to forgive.

Not just hurt him but, in that 5 seconds of reprehensible fury, came so close to killing a human being that it made Buffy sick to think about it. Nobody wished as much as Buffy for the ability to go back in time and change it all.

But even a Slayer couldn't and Xander and Buffy was stuck with what happened. All Buffy had control over was the here and now and her future actions. She was determined to be the friend to Xander that she should have been all along.

Xander had said he had forgiven Buffy and said that they were OK. But they weren't really. Buffy would visit after hours, avoiding as best she could the times when Willow or Cordelia would visit. Buffy would bring Xander junk food as he constantly complained about hospital food. They talked and joked and looked to all the world that they were as close as they ever had been. The world would be wrong in thinking it.

Xander would occasionally go quiet and introspective when they talked. His cheerfulness seemed forced at times. Once, during one of her visits, Xander had made one of his salacious comments and Buffy went to playfully swat him on the arm as she had a hundred times before. The look of fear on his face caused Buffy to burst into tears.

During lunch a week or so after Halloween, Cordelia entered the library seeking Giles and some answers at a matter that had been bothering her for days. Giles was standing beside Willow looking at what she was doing on the computer. Cordelia lent over Willow's shoulder to see a web page with some description of demon on it.

The faint whiff of strawberries and shampoo filled Cordelia's senses and she glanced down at the redhead. From her position Cordelia could see down Willow's top, the milky white curves encased in white lace.

Willow, turning in her seat to tell her, found herself mere inches from Cordelia's ample cleavage. Turning quickly back to the screen, Willow half babbled something about a useful demonology website she had found.

"It's just that a couple of times that I've visited Xander, he occasionally yammers away in some weird tongue. Is he gonna be language boy from now on?"

"While there will undoubtedly be some residual effects, I imagine that they would fade in time."

"Is there any way of retaining them? Like getting Xander to do all language-y type stuff?"

"I suppose it would. Yes. It's a real possibility, exercising the talent in order to retain it." Giles started warming to the idea of having Xander's multilingual abilities aiding his research.

"What about physical skills?" Willow asked, her mind ticking over at the possibilities.

"Physical skills?" the question pulled Giles up short. Willow struggled to come up with something.

"Yeah! Xander was unbelievable with his sword." Cordelia interjected at the funny look from Giles.

"I can't see why that wouldn't be any different. With practice I imagine that it would be retained as well." The prospect of a skilled researcher and a fighter at his disposal put a smile one his face.

Willow and Cordelia too had smiles on their faces, although for a completely different reason to Giles.

Walking down the halls just before last period Willow found herself dragged into a nearby janitor's closet by Cordelia.

"Cordelia! What are you doing?" a startled and confused Willow asked as Cordelia dragged her into the janitor's closet.

"Uh, didn't we agree at the hospital never to speak of…you know, it, the group…thing."

"Yeah" Cordelia agreed, looking about for somewhere to sit and finding none. "That was then. This is now." Gathering up her courage she went on.

"Please, Cordelia. This is me you're talking to. I heard you telling Harmony that you picked up your costume from Party Town. Count yourself lucky that Buffy does most of her thinking with her fists. My question is why?"

It was a good question and one that Cordelia had been mulling over ever since it happened.

"You know the kind of history you and me and Xander have. I looked down on you guys and you guys hated me. Then I found myself all tangled up in this Hellmouth battle, good verses evil, slay vampires and save the world rift you guys have got going. And suddenly, you're not just a pair of badly dressed, nerdy losers…don't look at me like that! You have *got* to stop letting your mom buy your clothes and somebody needs to take a flame-thrower to Xander's entire wardrobe.

"So anyway, I got to know you guys. And it turns out that I was wrong. You're not losers. Well, not entirely anyhow. Buffy's some super hero out of a comic book, right now I'm thinking The Incredible Hulk. You, well, I always knew you were a big brain, but it turns out that you've got a big heart to go with it. And Xander, watching him throw himself in front of vampires and demons to try and protect people, I guess you could say that I started to understand what you've seen in him all these years.

"Then of course came the whole Halloween thing and Xander started working that Casanova mojo and all of a sudden I'm the Jenna Jameson of Sunnydale. Seriously, that night he could have got me to do anything, and I mean anything. I'm just glad that none of you dressed up as a horse."

Willow turned eight shades of red with embarrassment for Cordelia. If the truth were to be told she could, in all honesty, say the same thing.

But she wouldn't. The horse thing was something that Willow could hit Cordelia with if ever the Cheerleader got too bitchy.

"Look, a lot of stuff happened that night and some of it…well…" Cordelia floundered, trying to express something that she didn't want to express.

"Yeah! I mean NO! God! Rosenberg, that night was a one off, never to be repeated, totally gross event."

"That's right. I'm totally into guys. 100% red blooded heterosexual female." Cordelia proclaimed.

Cordelia poked her head out of the janitor's closet nearly an hour later. Seeing the coast was clear, both she and Willow emerged into the hall.

"We had Miss Calendar, we should be alright." Willow figured that the techno-pagan would cut them some slack since they were Scoobies and all.

"I'm going to visit Xander. Smuggle in his daily supply of Twinkies." The guilt she was feeling evident as she mentioned Xander.

The sound of someone walking around the corner whistling caused the two girls to jump and open some distance between them.

"Hey Willow." He greeted the redhead. Cordelia looked him up and down for a moment.

"A buzz cut and army boots? How pathetically GI Joe is that?" Cordelia demanded before turning and making her quick exit.

"Nice to know that once again I get Cordelia's seal of disapproval." He paused, looking at Willow's face.

"Uh…Willow, you've got some lipstick on your face." He pointed to the area on her face. Completely horrified, Willow made a mad dash towards the nearest bathroom, leaving Jonathan shaking his head in her wake.

"I have *got* to remember never to point out makeup disasters to any woman, ever." Jonathan chastised himself. He remembered back in seventh grade when Willow tried to make herself look older to impress Xander.

"Makeup and that girl just don't mix." He muttered. With a shake of his head and a little laugh, he continued down the hall, softly singing.

So she called home to say she'd be late
He said, he worried but now he'd feel safe
I'm glad you're with your girlfriend,
Tell her "Hi" for me
then I looked at you, you had guilt in your eyes
But it only lasted a little while
And then I felt your hand above my knee

And we laughed at the world
They can have their diamonds
And we'll have our pearls
I kissed a girl
I kissed a girl

I kissed a girl, her lips were sweet
She was just like kissing me
I kissed a girl, won't change the world
But I'm so glad
I kissed a girl

And we laughed at the world
They can have their diamonds
And we'll have our pearls
I kissed a girl (for the first time)
I kissed a girl (and I may do it again)
I kissed a girl
I kissed a girl

I kissed a girl, her lips were sweet
She was just like kissing me (but better)
I kissed a girl

I kissed a girl, won't change the world
But I'm so glad
I kissed a girl (for the first time)
I kissed a girl (won't be the last time)
I kissed a girl
I kissed a girl

Standing just inside the doorway of Xander's hospital room, Willow watched his sleeping form as she tried to make sense of everything.

She loved Xander; she truly did and had done so for years. She had lusted after him for not quite as long; it had taken the rush of hormones associated with puberty to turn innocent thought of love into more carnal ones.

It was un-natural. Not the part about Willow being interested in another girl; her mother's psychology texts had made it clear that curiosity and sexual experimentation within ones own gender wasn't uncommon in teens.

No, the un-natural part was the fact it was Cordelia. If it had been Buffy then Willow could have at least understood it. Buffy was a superhero, beautiful, and strong.

But Cordelia? The same Cordelia that had made her grade school years a living hell. The same Cordelia that had inspired the 'We Hate Cordelia' club.

The same Cordelia she had just spent the best part of an hour this afternoon getting her groove on with in the janitor's closet.

"The smell of junk food and Willow is more than enough reason to awake up, not to mention the fact they both smell good enough to eat." Xander's sensual tone made Willow blush and the memory of Xander going just that gave her tingles in all sorts of places.

"Ah, good old 100% A grade premium American beef." Xander declared then stuffed his face with the burger.

"You do realize that while it may have come from a cow, it's highly unlikely to be A grade premium anything." Willow pointed out. Xander shrugged.

With a speed that would be alarming to anyone who hadn't seen Xander eat before, the burger disappeared leaving only some sauce on Xander's face as evidence that it ever existed. Willow rolled her eyes.

"Maybe you should try slowing down a little when you eat, you keep getting more food on your mouth than in it. Here, let me." Willow lent over to wipe it off his face.

As she did so, her proximity was having all sorts of effects on Xander. The unique scent that was Willow, her gentle touch, the amazing beauty inside and out. He had been an idiot for too long.

With his good hand he tucked a long strand of hair behind her ear and caressed her cheek. Willow closed her eyes and reveled in his touch. Opening them again she found herself gazing deep into the warm chocolate pools of Xander's eyes.

Inch by agonizingly slow inch, their faces drew closer together until at last their lips met.

Unbelievable. That was the only word to describe it. Xander was kissing her and she was kissing him back. For years she had dreamed of this moment and now it had arrived it was a million times better than any dream. On Halloween they had done much more than kiss, but that had been Punk Rocker Chick and Casanova.

Eventually the kiss ended and Willow, her eyes still closed, savored the sensation of the moment.

Willow breathed a sigh of relief. It was just Buffy standing at the door rather than a particularly cruel slip of the tongue by Xander.

"It's OK Buffy. Come on in. Pull up a chair." Xander told the Slayer waving to a spare seat. Sitting down, Buffy looked at the two of them.

"Ohmygodthat'ssocool!" Buffy was genuinely happy for them. She knew this was what Willow had always wanted and Xander deserved some happiness.

"Um, sorry guys. I've…got a stack of homework to do." Willow got up, not looking at either of them. "I'll see you tomorrow Xander." Buffy and Xander watched as the redhead left the room.

Buffy's happiness was replaced with sadness as she witnessed Willow's departure.

"She's never gonna forgive me, is she?" Buffy asked Xander, mistaking the reason for Willow's unhappy exit. Xander tried to reassure her.

"Give it time Buff. It just gonna take some time for all of us. It'll be OK eventually."

In a quiet corner of the hospital, Willow lent up against a wall and closed her eyes.

She was a bad, bad person. A two timing tramp. It didn't help that she wasn't sure if she was two timing Xander with Cordelia or vice versa. She had feelings for both of them, different ones to be sure, but real feelings never the less.

She got off the wall, muttering sarcastically to herself as she headed out of the hospital.

"Did you hear the news?" Buffy blurted as she came into the library. Giles was stacking books back into the shelves while Willow and Cordelia sat at the table reading.

"What happened?" Willow asked with concern. Jonathan was, if not a close friend, then someone whom Willow thought was a nice guy. A confrontation between Jonathan and Larry could only have a negative result for Jonathan.

"Well, Larry was being his usual charming self with Amy when Jonathan comes up and tells Larry to leave her alone. Larry tells Jonathan to get lost and, get this, Jonathan walks right up to Larry, looks him square in the eye and says 'Do you want me to kick your ass again?'"

"He what?" Cordelia couldn't believe her ears. "No way! Larry would paste the runt!"

"Yes way! It gets better. Larry looks down at Jonathan, mutters something about not being worth it, and leaves!"

"Good Lord!" Giles came down from the stacks. "Mr. Levinson actually said that and survived?" Giles, while not deeply involved in the lives of many of the students, he never the less knew of both Larry's aptitude and inclination to violence and Jonathan's lack of same.

"It's gotta be something Hellmouth-y." Cordelia declared. Giles thought about it for a second.

"See!" Cordelia proclaimed triumphantly. The triumph only lasted a second. "Hey! What's with the 'for once' business?"

"Maybe it has something to do with the costumes from Halloween." Willow speculated.

"Quite possibly. Does anyone know what Mr. Levinson's costume was? Or for that matter, what Larry's costume was?"

"Well, I think I saw Larry dressed up as a pirate. Willow, do you know what Jonathan was dressed as?" Cordelia asked. Willow just shrugged her shoulders.

"Yes. And I think it might be a good idea to see if we can get a list of what Ethan sold to whom. Just to be safe." Suggested Giles as the Scooby Gang headed out of the library in search of information.

"Willow. Hi." The redhead sat next to the cheerleader on the bleachers overlooking the school football field.

"Jonathan." Willow pointed out towards the field. Cordelia had been so rapt up in her thoughts she had completely failed to notice Jonathan out on the field.

"Running laps. I know." Willow finished. "It seems that since Halloween he's been on a get fit kick."

"Well, I hacked into his internet account. He's been spending a lot of time surfing military websites, guns and war and stuff like that. I'm pretty sure that he was some kind of soldier during Halloween which would explain the kicking Larry's ass thing."

"So, what, he spends one night as GI Joe and all of a sudden it's army boots and PT? But why?"

"I suspect it's a guy thing. I'm gonna talk to Giles about it but I want to ask Jonathan a few things first."

"I get along pretty well with him. It's not like I picked on him and put him down for years." At the hurt on Cordelia's face Willow apologized.

"Don't be. I deserved it. I guess I made more than a few people's lives a living hell, haven't I?"

They sat in silence for a few minutes, watching Jonathan puff his way around the field. Cordelia got up.

"Yeah, I wanna bake up some cookies to take to him." Again there was guilt in Willow's voice.

"Tell you what, I'll pick you up from your place and we'll go together. How long are you planning on staying?"

"But why? Isn't it enough that you've got me doing all these translations" Xander waved at the pile of old books on the table beside him "without giving Buffy a chance to chop me up into fish bait?"

"Alright, alright. I'll do it. But if anything happens I am so going to haunt you for eternity." Threatened Xander. Giles rolled his eyes.

A couple of pieces of paper caught the Watcher's eye. As he picked them up Xander started babbling.

"And just why do you have a list of their phone numbers?" Giles enquired putting Xander in the hot seat.

"Well…In our line of business, you know, fighting vamps and stuff…you never know when you might need trained medical attention…"

"OK, OK. Look, for the first time in my life I'm not getting shot down in flames with my chat up lines. So a couple of them left me their phone numbers. It's not like I'm gonna do anything with them. I'm all about Willow now. God knows I was stupid enough before; I'm not about to ruin the best thing in my life by hurting Willow by doing anything even more stupid. It just feels nice to have attractive women pay attention to me."

Before Giles could say anything further there was a knock on the door. Xander's eyes lit up when he saw who it was.

"Hey Xander. I've baked some cookies." Willow presented a box of fresh baked cookies.

The four of them spent half an hour munching on Willow's cookies (Giles had become especially fond of them) and discussing Jonathan. From her talk with Jonathan, Willow had learned that he had dressed as a marine, complete with dog tags and gun courtesy of Ethan Rayne.

Giles surmised that the experience of actually being a marine had given the young man a sense of self-respect and pride that he had been lacking before. After the possession had past, rather than letting it fade, he had held onto the thoughts, attitudes, and confidence. Jonathan had taken up a grueling fitness regime to prepare him for his ultimate post high school challenge.

"Buffy and I searched Ethan's shop of a list of customers with no success. I'd feel better if we could get hold of a list of customers."

"I could get you at least some of the names. I wouldn't be able to find out cash sales but anyone who uses credit cards and stuff I can find." Willow admitted.

"Right then. Willow if you could…err…obtain, the list as soon as possible, I'll have Buffy track down the customers."

"That's great news!" Willow half lied. She was happy that Xander would be out of hospital soon but worried that things would become even more complicated and messy.

Xander checked out Willow and Cordelia as departed with a particularly large grin.

Once Xander was sure that Willow and Cordelia were gone he threw aside the sheets and got out of his bed.

"Getting dressed and getting out of here. Doctor said I could leave today if I wanted to."

"Mmmm…" making out on Willow's bed Cordelia was reduced to groans and moans as Willow's lips worked their way down her neck and collarbone. Being no stranger to make out sessions, Cordelia would have to admit that Willow was in a league of her own.

While Willow's lips were busy, Cordelia's hands weren't idle; caressing the pale, soft skin and running her fingers through the long mane of fiery red hair.

The feel of Willow's cool hand tracing the curves of her chest raised goose bumps all over Cordelia.

Willow spun around and all the color drained from her face. In the doorway, Xander stood open mouthed, an indescribable look on his face at the sight of the half dressed pair.

You ever love someone so much you thought your little heart was gonna break in two?
I didn't think so.
You ever tried with all your heart and soul to get you lover back to you?
I wanna hope so.
You ever pray with all your heart and soul just to watch her walk away?

You ever toss and turn your lying awake and thinking about the one you love?
I don't think so.
You ever close your eyes your making believe your holding the one your dreaming of?
Well if you say so.
I hurts so bad when you finally know just how low, low, low, low, low, she'll go.

Ohh. Feel like crying, feel like crying.
Ohh, feel like crying, feel like crying.

It was a perfect night for sitting alone in the graveyard. Earlier on two fledgling vampires had the misfortune of mistaking Buffy for an easy meal. The Darwinian learning curve in Sunnydale was brutal for both the living and the demonic alike.

Sitting on a tombstone, the cool night air still and quiet, Buffy was engaged in a rare moment of introspection when she sensed a familiar presence.

"The night that I died. I always thought that you were the knight in shining armor come down to rescue me and that Xander just tagged along. But it turns out that Xander was my white knight who had to drag you kicking and screaming to save me."

"Yeah, I never asked and you never told and I throw it in Xander's face just to make you jealous. And of course let's not forget me nearly beating Xander to death for something that wasn't his fault.

"It's no wonder Willow hardly speaks to me anymore and a miracle that Xander still does." Buffy stopped pacing and looked directly at Angel.

"I've been stupid and my stupidity has caused Xander and Willow so much pain and cost me the best friends I'll ever have. Do you have any idea what it's been like since Halloween? I feel…hollow. I drift around school surrounded by so many people but I feel like I'm all alone, that I can't connect to anyone. There's no laughter, no warmth, nothing that makes me feel human instead of just a machine…just a Slayer.

"I need them. I need them in my life again. I need their laughter and warmth and friendship and support and I will do anything to earn it back."

It didn't matter that he knew it would come to this. It didn't matter if you were a 16 year old boy or a 240 year old vampire.

Angel nodded, accepting his hurt and his new place in Buffy's life. With scarcely a sound Angel turned and departed, fading into the night's shadows.

"Ohgodohgodohgod!" Willow hyperventilated. She had been power freaking since Xander caught her and Cordelia together. Cordelia grabbed hold of the redhead and tried to calm her down.

"Alright? How can it be alright? I cheated on him! He saw us and he ran! He hates me!"

"I gotta find him!" declared Willow as she pulled on her shirt. Cordelia struggled to pull her dress up with one hand and try to slow Willow down with the other.

Willow slipped her grasp and raced for the bedroom door only to barrel straight into Xander and get knocked to the floor as he came back into the bedroom. He looked down at her sprawled on the floor.

"You OK?" a concerned Xander asked. Willow scrabbled off the floor and launched herself at him, latching hold and crying into his chest.

"Of course I ran! I ran to lock the front door and unhook the phone 'cause there's no way I wanna miss the show!"

Cordelia, however, had no such problem. A huge sexy smile spread across her face and she sauntered over to him.

"Miss the show? Don't worry, you can't have a show without its leading man." She moved up close to him causing Xander to nearly go cross eyed at his close proximity to her lace covered breasts.

Xander's knees buckled at the sensation. Gazing over at Willow he saw the look of fear and sadness replaced by one of lust and desire as she joined them and began nibbling on his other ear.

I love myself I want you to love me
When I feel down I want you above me
I search myself I want you to find me
I forget myself I want you to remind me

I don't want anybody else
When I think about you I touch myself
Ooh I don't want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no

You're the one who makes me come running
You're the sun who makes me shine
When you're around I'm always laughing
I want to make you mine

I close my eyes And see you before me
Think I would die If you were to ignore me
A fool could see Just how much I adore you
I get down on my knees I do anything for you

I don't want anybody else
When I think about you I touch myself
Ooh I don't want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no

I want you I don't want anybody else
And when I think about you I touch myself
Ooh, ooh, oo, oo ahh

I don't want anybody else When I think about you
I touch myself Ooh I don't want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no

You'd have to look long and hard for a happier man than Xander Harris was as he walked the halls of Sunnydale High the next day. His clothes, his smile, the spring in his step, the quiet air of self-confidence he radiated didn't go un-noticed by everyone at school. Girls that never even looked at him were now coming back for seconds and thirds. A wink and a greeting of "Ladies" from Xander as he passed a gaggle of freshmen girls elicited blushes and giggles from the group.

"Buongiorno mia dolce tesoro soldato di amore." Before she could say anything, Xander took hold of her hand, spun her around and dipped her in an elaborate little dance.

"They gave me time off for good behavior. I gotta take it easy on the old left shoulder and ribs for a while but I'm good to go!"

Buffy looked him up and down noting his clothes actually matched and the massive happiness vibes he was giving off. There also was something else about him that Buffy couldn't put her finger on…

"I'm glad." She told him; happy he was up and about again and in such a good mood. "You seem awfully chirpy this morning. Care to share?"

The library doors swung open and Willow entered the room. The moment Willow and Xander locked eyes it was like there wasn't anybody else in the room.

"God! Get a room you two!" Cordelia demanded as she came into the library. Willow and Xander broke off their kiss and looked around the library.

"I think this meets the definition of a room." Declared Xander. Willow giggled and Cordelia rolled her eyes.

"Great, we're gonna be stuck with watching you two losers making out all day today, aren't we?"

"Yeah, and all day tomorrow." Xander said gazing at Willow. Willow wrapped her arms around Xander's neck.

"Well I for one am happy for you guys." Buffy honestly told them. It was good to see them happy for once and for Willow to finally get her dream guy.

"Thanks Buff. Anyway, enough about us. How was patrol last night?" Xander asked in an effort to include Buffy in the Scooby discussions again.

"Pretty quiet. Dusted two vamps, broke up with Angel. Nothing special." Buffy's casual delivery belied the pain that lurked underneath.

The announcement surprised the hell out of the others. Instinctively Willow slipped into concerned best friend mode.

"Oh god Buffy. Are you OK?" she asked. Seeing the tears roll down Buffy's face Willow went over and hugged the heartbroken Slayer.

Xander was unhappy that Buffy was hurting but he would have been a liar if he said he was unhappy to see Buffy and Angel break up. It also made him happy that Willow was acting like Buffy's friend again. Sensing that the two needed some alone time together, Xander looked over to Cordelia and cocked his head in the direction of the doors.

"Cordy, look. Buffy screwed up, she knows that and she regrets it. But there's really only one person who can forgive her and that's me. And I say we start moving on and give her a chance, OK?"

"Yeah. I'm still a little sore from…" she trailed off, leaving the rest of the sentence hanging.

"Shhhhh! Keep your voice down!" hissed Cordelia, making sure they weren't being overheard.

"Look, last night was fun and all, but you and Willow are together now and I don't wanna screw that up for you guys."

"I think the Queen of Mean is becoming a real person." Xander joked. Off Cordelia's angry look, he became serious again.

"I love Willow. I was an idiot for so long and I hurt Willow a lot and I don't want to hurt her again. And in a reversal of years of saying otherwise, I don't want you hurt either."

"So where do we go from here?" Cordelia asked quietly. Xander was a little shocked at the sense of vulnerability in her voice.

"We're gonna have to talk, the three of us. How about I talk to Willow tonight and the three of us can talk after that sometime? Give us all some time to think."

"That's a good idea." With a smirk, she started off towards her first class. "Careful Harris, you just might ruin your reputation as an insensitive moron."

Xander and Buffy were in the library after school. Xander was dropping off some books he has translated for Giles while Buffy was waiting for Giles to return so she could start her training session.

"Calisthenics. It can get a little dull so I brought my favorite aerobicizing CD to work out to."

"Aerobicizing? As in bouncing around in skin tight spandex to music type aerobic zing?" he asked, the associated image running through Xander's mind.

"I do and a fair and beautiful maiden she is. But alas I have a more pressing engagement with yet another beautiful woman."

"Here's the last of those books you wanted translated. By the way, this one" Xander held up a small leather bound book. "Isn't an ancient Greek Slayer training manual."

"What is it then?" inquired Giles. It was one of the books Giles had acquired from an old book dealer in LA and hadn't had time to go through as yet.

"It's a collection of poetry by Sappho and some of her friends. I'd like to keep it if I could. Unless you intend to use it to train Buffy that is." The salacious undertone in Xander's voice ruffled Giles.

"Thanks." Replied Xander with a smirk. Ruffling Giles' feathers occasionally was fun.

"Who's Sappho?" Buffy asked from the office doorway. The question made Giles squirm and Xander's smirk grew.

Buffy crossed her arms and grumped at the two males, not appreciating being left out of the joke. She decided to pester Giles later on to tell her.

"Fine. Don't you have a pressing engagement with a beautiful woman to go to right now?"

"And does Willow, *your girlfriend* know of this 'pressing engagement' with a 'beautiful woman' who *isn't* Willow?" ever since Halloween Xander had become something of a ladies man and Buffy was unhappy at the idea of him sneaking around behind Willow's back.

"Buffy, chill." Xander tried to reassure the Slayer who was on the verge of loosing it completely. "I'm just baby sitting Dawn tonight for your mother. Willow suggested it as a way of getting me back into your mom's good books. After all, I did deflower her first born child in the middle of an orgy."

"It's not funny Xander! I thought I was facing the prospect of you becoming daddy dearest."

"What's wrong with that, Buff? After all, it'd mean I'd get spanking privileges." He told her, rubbing his hands together lecherously.

One look at Buffy's expression and Xander's survival instincts had him out of the library and running in seconds.

"She's nearly finished her homework and she can watch TV afterwards and not before." Joyce instructed as she was getting ready to leave. "Here's some money for pizza and remember to leave some slices of double pepperoni for me."

"Good. Remember, her bedtime is 9:30, no exceptions. I'll be home around 10:30."

"I know, Mrs. Summers, and the phone numbers are on the fridge if I need to call you. Relax, I've got it all under control."

"OK then." Joyce picked up her handbag and yelled up to Dawn who was in her room. "I'm off now honey! Behave yourself for Xander!"

"Can I come in?" he asked. Dawn opened the door then flopped back down on her bed.

"You finished your homework?" Dawn just nodded obviously upset. Concerned, Xander sat down on the bed next to the skinny soon to be 12-year-old.

"What's wrong Dawn Patrol?" Xander gently coaxed. Dawn didn't say anything for a while, instead fiddling with the ruffle on her pillow.

"When I was in your year, there was a girl in our class who was really smart like you and who had braces."

"Yeah, they did, especially Cordelia and the rest of her sheep. I got into trouble for putting rotten banana in Harmony's hair for picking on Willow."

"Oh yeah. Big old set too. She hated having to wear them. Food getting stuck in them, kids calling her names, not a fun happening time for Wills."

"Tried to put on a brave face and pretend not to care what anybody said. Didn't always work, but there was no shortage of rotten banana for revenge purposes." Xander smirked at the still pleasant memory of Harmony running away, chunks of rotten banana sliding down her head.

"It took me years to learn this but then boys are dumb and I'm a particularly dumb boy."

"You're not dumb." Dawn defended. She liked Xander. He didn't treat her like little kid and he made her laugh lots. Dawn though Xander was pretty cool.

"Dawnie, you're good at math, aren't you? I'm not. You get math, I don't. You're smart and I'm not." He declared. "Now you wanna hear my Xander wisdom or not?"

"OK, here it is." Xander postured himself as if he was about to part the very secrets of the universe itself.

"Look, Willow's the smartest girl I know and I think she's the hottest one too. You're the second smartest girl I know and in a few years time you'll be a major league hottie as well. So don't worry too much about it because you're gonna have the last laugh. And if they still pick on you, there's always lots of bananas." He informed her with a waggle of his eyebrows, causing Dawn to laugh. Getting up, Xander stretched and held out his arm for Dawn to take hold of.

"Care to accompany me for a feast of pizza and rocky road ice cream, my fair young maiden?"

"Thank you Sir Alexander." She giggled as the two of them headed down stairs for a night of pizza and Play Station.

"This isn't right. School on a Saturday. It throws off my internal clock." Cordelia complained as she and the others headed to their remedial computer class.

"Hmm, let's see. There's home, school, work, games…" Miss Calendar listed as she opened the classroom.

"Y'know, computers are on the way out. I think paper's gonna make a big comeback."

Willow, Xander and Cordelia each took a seat in front of a PC while Miss Calendar opened up her lesson plan.

Xander's comment elicited glares from both Cordelia and Willow and a moment of awkward silence from Buffy and Miss Calendar.

Buffy spoke to Jenny. "Actually I wanted to talk to you for a second?" the tone in her voice concerned the techno-pagan.

"Is there some crisis that requires instant action? Very far from here?" Xander asked hopefully.

"We have to figure out how to kill this thing, and we need to do it fast." Willow commented. She took a sip of tea. Willow didn't particularly like tea but in this case she drank it for reassurance. It was a very comforting 'Giles' thing to do.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, okay. Uh, ooo, ooo! 'Bury a potato!' No, that's for warts. Who writes this stuff?" Xander wondered looking at the front cover of the book he was reading.

Cordelia smiled triumphantly. "I've got the solution right here. 'To kill a demon cut off its head.'"

"Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah! We'll, uh, find Ms. Calendar, then we'll decapitate her. Hey! She'll be the first headless computer teacher in school. You think anybody'll notice?"

"Do you know what you need, Xander, besides a year's supply of acne cream? A brain."

"That's it! Twelve years of you and I'm snappin'! I don't care if you're a girl or not, I'm throwin' down! Come on!"

"Give it your best shot." Xander challenged the cheerleader. Willow had had enough.

"HEY! We don't have time for this! Our friends are in trouble! Now, we have to put our heads together and, and get them out of it! And if you two aren't with me a hundred and ten percent, then get the hell out of my library!" she yelled pointing to the door.

"Oh, hey! Why don't we find another dead body for the demon to jump into!" Xander exclaimed.

"Yes! At the cemetery." Cordelia added, liking Xander's idea. Willow was less enthusiastic.

"Well, that won't kill the demon. It'll only give it a change of scenery." Just then something seemed to click. "Oh. Oh! Oh, I've got it!" an excited Willow ran to the

"I don't think she'll ever really forgive me. Maybe she shouldn't." Giles berated himself for putting the lives of both Jenny and Buffy in danger.

"I'm not gonna lie to you. It was scary. I'm so used to you being a grownup, and then I find out that you're a person."

"So, after all this time, we finally find out that we *do* have something in common, other than orgies. Which, apart from being a little weird, is kind of okay." There was a moment of companionable silence. "I think we're supposed to be training right now."

"Yes. Yes. Um, need to concentrate on your flexibility." Giles told Buffy, slipping back into Watcher mode.

"And you know what? I have just the perfect music." Buffy held up a black CD. "Go on, say it. You know you want to." She teased.

Later that afternoon saw Willow, Cordelia, and Xander together in an empty classroom.

When Xander had brought up the subject the other night he had left the decision to Willow who wanted some time to think it over.

Now the moment of truth had come and Cordelia did her best to hide her fear of the inevitable rejection that was heading her way.

In a choice between Xander and Cordelia, Cordelia knew Willow's choice would always be Xander.

"For years I loved this big clueless doofus." Willow told Cordelia, indicating to Xander. "Despite the fact he didn't feel the same way, it was Willow and Xander against the world. Always was and always will be. And now that I've finally got him I'm not about to let him go."

"OK." The disappointment and hurt clear in Cordelia's acceptance of Willow's decision.

"Me and Xander are together and nothing's gonna change that fact. But what we; you, me, Xander; what we've got is special too. It's weird and strange and crazy but I don't want it to end and I can't see a reason why it would have to. I mean, unless, of course, you don't want it…"

Willow and Xander came over to her and enveloped her into a comforting group hug.

"Call us nuts, but we really care for you Cordy." Xander whispered into her ear.

"You guys are nuts." Cordelia laughed, wiping away her tears. For the first time in her life, Cordelia felt accepted for who she truly was rather than her money or looks.

The fact that it was the two people she had for so long branded rejects was an irony not lost on Cordelia.

"So what exactly are we now?" Cordelia wondered. Willow rubbed her nose in thought.

"No. I'm gonna stay at home and study like a big nerd." She told him sarcastically.

Xander and Cordelia looked like two little kids that had been reprimanded by the teacher.

With that, Willow checked her watch then picked up her bag, signaling to the others it was time to head off to class.

"Is it just me, or is something weird going on with those three?" Buffy wondered aloud as she watched Willow, Xander, and Cordelia leave the library.

With a sigh, Giles resigned himself to being dragged into his Slayer's social life yet again.

"Buffy, as I am lead to believe, they have been at each other since kindergarten so it's hardly something new."

"Giles, it's weird. Xander and Cordelia could be in the middle of huge fight when along comes Willow and with a look or a word they become meek as mice. I don't get it."

Giles removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose; a sure sign of stress in the Watcher.

"Have you considered the possibility that Willow is just exercising her self confidence?"

"People change, Buffy, especially at your age. Willow is an intelligent young woman with a bright future ahead of her and in her first serious relationship. She's learning to assert herself and you should be happy for her."

"I am, I really am. It's just…" Buffy sat on the edge of the table. "They're spending so much time together lately. At school, going to the Bronze, even out on patrol they stick together. I walk into the room and they stop talking. One of them will say something and the other two laugh like they've got some kind of joke that only insiders get."

"And you feel like an outsider." Observed Giles, cutting to the real root of Buffy's concern.

"Yeah. Before it was just Willow, Xander, and me slaying and playing. It was good, really good. I didn't know just how good it was until I blew it.

"Now it's Willow, Xander, and Cordelia and I'm a third wheel or something. Willow's talking to me again which is good and Cordelia isn't being such a bitch which is also good."

"He said he's forgiven me and I think he really has. But things aren't back to normal and I'm not sure it's because I hurt Xander. It's something else."

Early that evening, Buffy headed towards the library with a heavy sense of resignation. No social life, no love life, just school, slaying, and training with Giles.

Once inside the library, Buffy was surprised to find not Giles but Willow and Xander instead.

"Er…not that I'm unhappy to see you guys, but I thought you were going to the Bronze tonight."

"We are. We just wanted to drag you with us. So how about it? Join us for a happening night of Scooby Gang fun?" offered Willow. To Buffy it was almost like old times again, their enthusiasm for a night together at the Bronze was contagious.

Buffy's happiness came crashing down when she remembered what she was supposed to be doing tonight.

"Sorry guys, I can't. Giles is on a big training phase at the moment and between the training and the Slaying…" Buffy looked about the library, confusion then surprise on her face.

"Uh, where's Giles? I was expecting him to lecture me about being ten minutes late."

"We talked to Giles and he changed his mind about you training and slaying tonight. After all, all slay and no play makes for an unhappy Buffy."

Buffy was amazed, Giles never budged when it came to one of his training fixations.

"We talked to him, well, Xander talked to him." Willow informed Buffy, nudging Xander in the ribs.

"I asked Giles if you could come out to the Bronze tonight and of course he said no. Your lessons were far more important."

"I told him that he was probably right and that in fact it was such a good idea that instead of going to the Bronze I should be trying to improve my grades. Then I asked him if I should get some after school tutoring and he thought it was a great idea. I reasoned that since I wasn't going out to the Bronze tonight and one of the subjects I needed help in most was computers, that I should go see Miss Calendar. You know, for some after hours one-on-one sessions; help raise the old grade point average."

"I did no such thing!" Xander replied indignantly. "All I did was express my desire to better my education."

"You're unbelievable sometimes, you know that Xander? But since you went to all that trouble how could a girl say no? Count me in."

The Bronze was even more packed than usual for a Friday night. Groups of teens clustered about all over the place, the thumping beat of the band in their ears and the ever-present rush of hormones in their blood. Surveying the scene from their vantage point of the balcony was Willow, Xander, and Buffy. Buffy spotted something on the dance floor that made her jaw drop.

"Hey guys! Look!" she pointed out to a dark corner of the Bronze. Her friends looked where Buffy was pointing and their jaws dropped too.

"Looks like just about everybody has got a love life except me." She lamented. Willow gave her friend a reassuring hug.

They looked for a little while longer before locating Cordelia. She was sitting at a table talking to Harmony and a gaggle of Cordettes.

Seeing it, Willow and Xander growled at the sight. Cordelia had been copping a fair bit of flack from Harmony about hanging so much with Willow and the others. Cordelia pretended that it didn't get to her but Willow and Xander knew better.

They watched as Harmony and the others left Cordelia alone whose shoulders sagged after the encounter.

"Guys. Why don't you head on down to Cordy. I'm gonna talk to our friend Harmony." A hint of steel in his voice.

"What on earth is he doing?" Buffy asked for the tenth time that night. Xander has sauntered over to where Harmony and the others were sitting. From their table, Buffy, Willow, and Cordelia watched as Xander had gone on a major charm offensive. In an hour the Cordettes had gone from hostile to fawning Xander-philes.

Currently Xander and Harmony were on the dance floor where Xander was working his Casanova mojo to the extreme and Harmony was practically throwing herself at him. Nearly half the school was watching the pair.

"Fishing." Willow told her friend without taking her eyes off the two on the dance floor.

"Mmmm…" hummed Willow in contemplation. "I think you're right Buffy." Turning to Cordelia, Willow said "I think it's time we taught Harmony a lesson in fishing. You head on over and we'll be there in a minute."

As she approached the dance floor, Cordelia could see the look of pure lust and desire in Harmony's eyes as she ground herself up against Xander. Xander spotted Cordelia approaching and gave her a wink.

Cordelia appeared behind Xander, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and whispering something in his ear. Xander smiled as she ran her hands across his chest, all the while pressing her breasts up against his back.

Cordelia's eyes twinkled and her hands traveled lower, her fingers tracing circles on his abs.

Unwilling to give up and leave, Harmony watched in growing anger as Cordelia's hands headed down even further to rest of Xander's hips.

Buffy's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when she saw Cordelia's hand reach around and caress the noticeable bulge on Xander's jeans.

"Did you just see what I saw? What in the hell is she doing?" Buffy asked the redhead.

"She's teaching Harmony a lesson. Why don't you go up there and gave her a hand? Show Harmony what a real sexy dance is." Willow purred into Buffy's ear, sending shivers down the Slayer's spine.

Xander's heart rate, already high, went through the roof as Buffy started her sexy dance, grinding up against him.

The first time she had danced like this Buffy had hurt Xander to make Angel jealous. Tonight there would be no hurting Xander.

Striding purposefully, Willow pushed her way through the crowd that had gathered to witness the spectacle. Buffy made way for Willow. Reaching up, Willow passionately kissed Xander to the hoots and cheers of the crowd.

Eventually the kiss ended and Willow went right up to a red faced and humiliated Harmony.

"Always remember two things. First: you're nothing but a little fish in a great big pond. And second: never, ever, mess with me and mine again."

"Holy shit! Did you see Harmony's expression when Willow got right in her face? 'Never, ever, mess with me and mine again'. You're bad to the bone, Wills." Xander declared as they walked down the alleyway next to the Bronze.

"Gotta admit it was pretty intense in there." Buffy understated. She was still tingling from the sheer eroticism of the dance.

"But a hell of a lot of fun." Cordelia said. "Speaking of fun, you guys want to head back to my place. Mom and Dad are in LA for the weekend so how about we have a pool party?"

"Wet and wild at the Chase place? We're in." Xander told Cordelia. "How about you Buff?"

"Buffy, you're coming to my place and swimming in my pool whether you like it or not."

"OK then. I'll swing by home and grab my swimmers." Buffy turned to head off but three sets of hands grabbed her.

"What'd you mean I won't need them?" Buffy asked in confusion. The confusion disappeared when she saw an identical look of lust in three sets of eyes. Buffy swallowed hard.

You and me…and her' simultaneous
You and me…and you and you' simultaneous
Simultaneous lovin' baby' two or three…
Simultaneous ooh' come on

Have an open mind' blow my trigger down
Gimme the last cold turkey blast' make it fast
Take my ass to town

Have an open mind' send my cares away
Ring my bell you fat piggy whale' what the hell Today's your lucky day

You and me…and her' simultaneous
You and me…and Wynona Rider' simultaneous
Simultaneous lovin' baby' two or three…
Simultaneous' ooh' come on

Have an open mind' is a normal thing to do
Don't be rude' just get nude
Oh' you're being rude' I would do it for you
Baby please have an open mind' you're the only one I love
These girls you see' baby they don't mean anything' let's all just get in the tub
You and me…and her too' simultaneous
You and me…and your momma and your sister
Simultaneous lovin' baby' two or three…
Simultaneous oww' come on

Have an open mind' don't be so mean to me
Call your sister and your mother and your aunt
It's every man's fantasy
Have an open…woa' baby' put that knife away
Don't be mad' I'll take you back' just relax' we can make love your way
I'm talking about

You and me…and some flowers and some wine' instantaneous
You and me…and Whitney Houston 'on the radio' babe' on the radio'
Some candles and some good feelings
Just the two of us
Oh' fudge it
Now' I'm talking about

You and me…and her and her and her' simultaneous
You and me…and women in the house' simultaneous
Three and seven' make it a baker's dozen
See the ladies in the house clap your hands
Now that'd be a party' ladies

Some times I feel guilty, usually after feeling thankful for what Ethan did to me that Halloween. Generally I try not to think too much about it.

It was amazing that night at Cordy's. We; me, Wills, Cordy, Buff; we were together for the first time. It wasn't really us during Halloween; three of us were literally somebody else. But that night at Cordy's, we were ourselves, knowing and fully consenting to what we were doing.

Which was just as well, some of the stuff we got up to that night would still get you the electric chair in Texas.

And you know what? I reckon that I'd still have a great big smile on my face even as they threw the switch for old sparky.

After our little display at the Bronze, reaction at school was mixed. Harmony and the other sheeple were mega peeved at us. They tried to make life as difficult for us as possible but we managed. The rest of the school was quietly supportive of us. Nothing major, but you could tell whose side they were on by the occasional respectful nod as they passed us in the hallways. Sunnydale may be the denial capital of the world but deep down everyone at school knew it wasn't the nice place it looked.

I guess deep down they also knew that somehow we were the reason why things in Sunnydale weren't much worse.

Meeting Kendra was a hell of a shock for the Buffster. For a long time she lived with the idea that she was the only one, the Chosen One. Suddenly, thanks to me, it was the Chosen Two.

Kendra was nice, a little awkward around me at first; she didn't associate much with boys before.

It was normally just Willow and me or us and Cordelia. Occasionally Buffy would join us, sometimes with Cordelia, sometimes without. Willow made it a rule that if we were gonna bring in someone for 'playtime' that both she and I had to be there and we both had to agree to it.

Fine by me. Willow seems to have a preference for the ladies anyway so I think there's little danger she'll drag some spiky haired musician guy in.

Buffy spent the rest of high school a single gal. She'd occasionally try to date some guy but it never worked out. She'd come to me and Willow for comfort snuggles or after a particularly intense patrol or during crisis periods.

That nearly cost us in our fight with the Mayor. We spent so much of our time going at it like bunnies it was a wonder that we had the time or energy left over to defeat him.

But we did defeat him at graduation, thanks to Jonathan and his soldier memories. Best way to finish high school, watch your rat-boy principal get eaten by a giant snake then blow up the whole school to save the world.

Afterwards Angel went to LA, I guess he couldn't stay any longer watching the woman he loved and knowing that he'd never have her again.

A not so good thing was Cordelia. Her family went broke and Harmony made sure that everybody knew it. After graduation she bid us a tearful goodbye, destined for LA and to take her shot at fame and fortune.

I can understand her need for a fresh start somewhere where her family's fall from grace didn't matter.

Graduation saw Buff, Wills, and me do the 'Great Scooby Gang Road Trip to See America'. We headed down to LA (with a brief stop over in Oxnard that turned out to be very worthwhile financially) to see Buffy's old stomping grounds. Cordy couldn't meet us, something about auditions for a photo shoot, and we were only in town for a day.

From there we did the Grand Canyon and then headed north for purple mountain majesties. Eventually we hit the Canadian boarder then swung east, ending up in Cleveland.

God must have a sense of humor. Not only did we end up in a city with its very own Hellmouth (evil must be into franchising) but its very own Slayer to boot. With Kendra's death the mantle of Slayer fell on the shoulders of a wildcat called Faith.

We never got any further with our road trip. The rest of the summer we spent with Faith 'slaying and screwing' as she put it. One slayer in bed is a handful; two is an invitation for pleasure and pain. I lost ten pounds in Cleveland and Willow picked up a leather fetish.

Driving out of Cleveland and heading back to Sunnydale was a mixture of reluctance and relief. Another week of tag team slayer and me and Willow wouldn't have survived.

We got back to Sunnydale and Buffy and Willow started college while I started looking for employment. I could have gone to college and studied languages but to be honest I'm not really a college type of guy. Willow on the other hand is loving it, for the first time she could expand her academic boundaries as well as her sexual ones.

We haven't 'played' with Buffy much since getting back and not at all since she met Riley. He seems like a nice enough guy, clean cut, and not a vampire (which is important). Buffy's keen to see this relationship work.

Xander stood in the middle of the university quad waiting for Willow. He was planning on taking his girlfriend out to dinner to celebrate his new job working at the pub on campus.

"Xander!" the enthusiasm in her voice and the huge happy grin on her face was a further reminder why he loved this woman so much.

"Big fun. In fact…" Willow spotted something across the quad "I think I've found someone perfect that I think we'll both love." She purred. For a while now Willow had been expressing a desire to find a new 'playmate'. She found comfort in being able to have the best of both worlds.

"How about now? But I warn you Xander, I think this might be a case of a bridge too far."

Xander watched Willow head across the quad. He wondered just what could be so challenging. Willow caught up with a young woman and she started bringing her over to meet Xander.

She was blonde, a full figure hidden under unflattering clothes that told Xander she was probably self-conscience about her body. Her body language indicated a large degree of shyness. She had an air of earth mother about her and the necklace she was wearing singled her out as a practicing Wicca.

But there was something about her that Xander couldn't quite put his finger on as Willow did the introductions.

They had been fuming ever since he had first arrived and for more reasons than one.

When Buffy's eighteenth birthday had come Giles had (as promised) told the Watchers Council to stick their 'test' up their ass.

The whole situation had the Scoobies fuming. But for Willow and Xander there was an extra reason to be pissed off at the interloper.

They were used to seeing men drool when they saw Cordy, she was drool worthy and a man would have to be blind or gay not to notice her.

But Wesley was infatuated with her. He'd turn into a bumbling mess of an Englishman similar to Hugh Grant but without any of the charm. He'd steal glances at her, looking away when she looked in his direction.

For the last few weeks Willow and Xander had watched with growing fury as Wesley worked up enough courage to make his move on Cordelia.

It didn't matter that she would shoot him down in her usual painful and humiliating way as she did to any other looser that tried.

Xander and Willow sat huddled at the table muttering and occasionally throwing icy glares in Wesley's direction as he went about his business in the library. With Buffy and Giles chasing down information on the Mayor's ascension, Cordelia was stacking books and occasionally helping Wesley.

The last straw for Willow and Xander was when Wesley enquired what Cordelia was doing with the rest of the night.

They exchanged a look and decided that it was time for Wesley to learn his place.

They waited until Cordelia had handed Wesley a sword to be put into the book cage then they acted.

Before Wesley could come out of the book cage, he found the cage door slammed shut on him.

Her tone of her voice was a thin veneer innocence covering something…darker, more primal.

Xander was behind Cordelia, pinning her up against him, one arm held her around her waist, the other caressing the underside of her breasts. She could feel his erection pressing into her ass, his hot breath on her neck, the lust emanating from every pore of his body. Cordelia's body automatically responded with a rush of arousal.

Willow looked over at Xander, a playful sparkle in her eyes as she saw her boyfriend with their Cordy.

Xander's mouth descended on Cordelia's neck, kissing and nibbling it. Wesley's eyes went wide in shock at the sight and his helplessness to do anything. Willow smiled at him, then turned around and started kissing Cordelia on the other side of her neck.

Cordy's legs nearly bucked and her eyes rolled back as the sensation made her give a low moan of ecstasy.

Together, Willow and Xander kiss, suck, and nibble her neck knowing full well what effects they were having on her. Xander reached his arm around Willow's head and caressed her hair as they shared their lover.

In another world another Watcher witnessed a similar sight for a different reason and a far different result.

Wesley whimpered, hapless and disturbingly aroused as he was forced to watch Xander and Willow demonstrate their 'claim' on the statuesque cheerleader.

Willow slid the top of Cordelia's dress down her shoulders and down to her waist. Seconds later Cordelia's bra was off, exposing the large and erect nipples that adorned her full, firm breasts. Willow's lips started lavishing them.

For a self-confessed breast gal like Willow, Cordelia was Christmas and Hanukkah all rolled into one.

Cordelia's eyes were closed and Wesley forgotten as she was lost in the tidal wave of arousal and lust that was building inside of her. She felt Xander's hands slide up her legs, under her skirt until they came to rest on her g-string. His fingers snaked under the lace and he slowly pulled them down over her ass and down her long tanned legs. Lifting one foot then the other she stepped out of the g-string.

"Look who's wearing her birthday present." Xander said holding up the sky blue g-string. Willow took the g-string, relishing the feel of the damp satin.

"I think someone's pot is beginning to boil." Willow observed. She reached down and cupped Cordelia's pussy feeling its heat and moistness. She slipped one finger, then two, inside her.

"Really?" he murmured. Willow held up her fingers, glistening with Cordelia's juices. Xander sucked them clean, relishing the flavor.

Together they maneuvered Cordelia to the front counter. She was bent over, hands resting on the counter with her legs spread apart. Her heart raced as she heard the sound of Willow unbuckling Xander's belt and pulling his jeans down. Cordy felt Willow guide Xander's cock so that the head of it brushed apart the outer lips of her pussy.

Cordelia gasped sharply as Xander drove his cock deep inside of her from behind. He paused for a moment to savor the sensation before commencing a fast paced thrust in and out of Cordy's drenched pussy.

Willow was kneeling down between Cordelia and the counter so as to get the best view of Xander fucking Cordy. There was no sound save their heavy breathing and the smack of Xander's hips against Cordy's perfect ass.

This wouldn't be a prolonged session Willow knew. She watched Cordelia's breasts jiggle with every thrust and Xander's balls slap back and forth.

Cordy and Xander's breathing grew more and more erratic and Xander's thrusts became harder and faster as they sped towards their orgasm. Willow decided to push them over the line together.

The sensation of Willow's tongue as it ran across Cordy's clit and Xander's balls sent an explosive jolt through the pair. Cordelia screamed as her pussy began to spasm around Xander's cock, which thrust deep one last time before shooting wave after cum.

Cordy slumped against the counter panting heavily, her legs barely able to keep her upright as her powerful orgasm began to fade. Xander carefully withdrew his cock from her and nearly collapsed when Willow licked their juices off its length.

"Let's get Cordy home then I'll make sure you don't feel so left out this time."

With a giggle and a kiss on Xander's cheek, Willow lead a still recovering Cordelia out of the library.

Xander scooped up Cordelia's g-string from where lay and grabbed the keys to the book cage off the table. He went up to the book cage and studied the trapped Englishman for a while.

What Wesley had seen left him speechless. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and a dark, wet patch on his pants added to the humiliation.

Xander gave Wesley a smile and tossed both the keys and Cordy's g-string at him as he left. Wesley leant his forehead against the cold metal mess of the cage and closed his eyes. He sighed.

Xander didn't mind bondage. Some his best memories, both his and Casanova's, involved bondage. Whether it was him tied up and Willow and Cordy doing their evil best, or Buffy tied up with him and Willow making the Slayer cum and cum and cum…

Not this time though. He was stark naked, handcuffed to Faith's bed with no sign of Faith or anyone else. For the past six hours Faith had been a total cock tease and not in a good way either. She would drive him to the brink of orgasm then stop. Then she would repeat it over and over again. Being handcuffed meant that he couldn't take the matter into hand, so to speak, and relieve his five alarm case of blue balls.

Six hours…If he ever got free…Slayer or not, that bitch was gonna get the fucking of a lifetime.

The door opened and Xander raised his head to see Buffy enter the room. She stopped just inside the door, her eyes taking in the sight of the naked, handcuffed Xander.

"Buff, thank God…Can you help me out of this thing?" he asked, shaking his hands to indicate the handcuffs that secured him to the bed head.

"No idea. She said something about getting her pet before she left here about an hour ago. Please Buffy, free me!" he begged. Buffy got a smile on her face which Xander was able to recognize as her 'Naughty Girl' smile.

Knowing Buffy as well as he did, Xander was certain of two things. Firstly, she wasn't going free him anytime soon. And second, she was gonna make him cum so hard it would hurt.

For her part, Buffy wondered what it was about the Scooby handcuffed before her. When he was around her, she found herself doing all sorts of slutty things that she would never do when he wasn't around. Prime example was the fact that she wasn't either bi or gay but she had only had sex with one guy in her life (Xander) but she'd gotten it on with three girls (Willow, Cordy, and now Faith). But the thing was she only did stuff with girls when he was there.

But the others weren't here now and it was just her, Xander, and Xander's rapidly growing dick; the sight of which was giving her flutters and tingles in familiar places.

Her hands lifted her short skirt and pulled her panties off, giving Xander a glimpse of her shaven haven. With a casual flick her hurled the panties to one side and advanced on the eagerly awaiting Xander.

Thank heavens Willow declared Faith's bedroom a sexual free-for-all zone. Buffy would have been driven insane if she had to wait for Willow to return before she could play with Xander.

Buffy crawled onto the bed and paused for a moment while she decided what she wanted to do first. Once decided, she mounted Xander in the classic 69 position and wrapped her lips around his dick.

Xander moaned happily at the sensation of Buffy's work. In front of him, her skirt had ridden up and the sight of her tight ass and cute slit made his mouth water. Desperate to sate his hunger he tried to reach her clit with his tongue.

His head flopped back and he groaned in frustration. Handcuffed as he was, he was unable to get his mouth close enough to Buffy's moist heaven. His frustration was soon forgotten as Buffy's skilled blowjob consumed his attention.

Her mouth was an instrument of pleasurable torture as she took in his full length then slowly bobbed her head up and down. She gently caressed his balls and smiled around his dick as she noted how full they felt and just how needing he was of orgasmic release.

Faith had really done a great job on him, but Buffy wanted to give him his much needed release.

She gave Xander's dick one last kiss before she quickly spun around and lowered herself onto him. She sat there for a while, enjoying the feeling of his length throbbing deep inside her.

She started rolling her hips, grinding her clit against the base of Xander's dick before pausing. She used her pussy muscles to grip Xander then slowly raised herself until just the head of his dick was inside her. She was rewarded by Xander literally going cross-eyed at the intense pleasure he was feeling.

Relaxing her grip on him, she lowered herself back down, sighing at the wonderful sensation of being filled. Clenching her muscles again she repeated the procedure. In effect she was continuing Xander's blowjob, just that this time she was using her pussy and not her mouth.

In a few minutes the two of them were rapidly heading out of control. They had abandoned their pervious slow and sensuous rhythm for an increasingly frenzied fuck. Buffy rode Xander hard as he thrust up with his hips trying to get deeper inside the Slayer. The two were building to a massive climax when Faith's voice stopped them in their tracks.

"Get the fuck off my Boy Toy." The dark Slayer growled. Looking over to the doorway, Buffy and Xander went wide eyed in shock.

Naked from the waist down, her pale skin and red pussy hair contrasted with the black leather bustier that thrust up her pink tipped breasts. As outrageously erotic at it was it wasn't what stunned her friends.

Willow had a thick leather collar around her neck with the word PET in metal studs. The collar was attached to a leash held by Faith.

Faith tugged the leash to get Willow beside her. With her eyes downcast, her posture completely subservient, Willow shuffled beside the Slayer.

Willow sat down beside Faith's leather jean clad leg and curled up to it, eyes still downcast, and slowly rubbed her head against Faith thigh. Faith reached down and ran her fingers through Willow's hair.

For an instant Buffy and Xander saw a look of disappointment on Willow's face as Faith broke physical contact and moved away from her to the foot of the bed.

In a flash Buffy was off the bed and facing off with Faith in the classic attack position. Buffy's heart was racing. What the hell had Faith done to Willow? What the hell was she doing leading her best friend around on a fucking dog leash?

Buffy made eye contact with Willow who perked up, smiled, and gave her a wave to let Buffy know that everything was alright. Willow then went back to her submissive posture, eyes downcast and waiting for her mistress to command her again.

Buffy relaxed a fraction. Faith wasn't forcing Willow into anything she didn't want to do. Willow and Faith had found a new game to play.

"Think you can take me on?" Faith challenged her fellow Slayer. The eroticism of their confrontation was nearly overwhelming.

"That a fact, huh?" In a blur on motion, Faith had Buffy pinned up against the wall by her arm.

"One arm tied behind your back? How about with one pinned behind your back? How's that working out for ya?" Faith hissed into Buffy's ear and pressed a little harder on Buffy's arm causing the blonde to wince slightly.

"Dripping wet. Does my Boy Toy get you all wet? You enjoy riding him like the fuck toy he is? You like playing with Mistress's toys, do you Bitch?"

"Fuck you." Buffy panted defiantly. She was gonna play but she wasn't going to cave into Faith that easily.

Buffy moaned as Faith skillfully fingered her g spot. The mixture of pleasure and pain was hitting both Slayer's buttons in a big way.

Buffy opened her mouth to speak but only sounds came out as a third finger entered her.

With her eyes beginning to roll back in her head and her legs turning to jelly under Faith's ministrations, Buffy finally surrendered.

"Good Bitch." Faith caressed Buffy's face leaving a trail of Buffy's juices on her cheek. "Strip."

Eyes downcast and her demeanor as submissive as Willow's, Buffy took her clothes off in front of Faith. Faith for her part noticed the complete lack of tan lines on the blonde Californian.

"Does it turn you on, lying around where anyone can watch you? Does that make my Bitch all hot and bothered?"

"Very hot, Mistress." Buffy admitted. She had a little spot outside of town where she would go to. The possibility of someone seeing her added to the thrill.

Reaching into the draw, Buffy pulled out the leather collar with BITCH in metal studs on it. She paused for a second before putting it on.

"Here's the situation. Pet, you're gonna lay down while Bitch rides your face. Your job, Pet, is to make Bitch cum in 10 minutes or less. Bitch, your job is not to cum. Either one of you fails…" Faith left the threat hanging in the air as she directed Buffy and Willow into position.

Xander had been stunned into complete silence by what he was witnessing. He'd seen and done some kinky stuff at times but the last five minutes was on a completely new level of kink. Watching the display, something began to boil deep inside of him.

Buffy's near constant moans turned into orgasmic cries as she came hard. Faith checked her watch.

"Six and a half minutes. I gotta admit I'm disappointed in you Bitch." Faith didn't tell her that Willow had gotten her off nearly two minutes faster when the two of them had gone shopping for Willow's bustier. "Pet, Bitch, stand."

"Stay. I'll be back in a minute to deal with you, Bitch." Faith told them and headed off to the bathroom.

Standing there, Buffy and Willow glanced side long at each other and smiled. Buffy took hold of Willow's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Willow looked over to Xander and gave him a wink.

The Scoobies eyes nearly popped out of their heads as Faith returned. She was naked save for the biggest, meanest looking strap on dildo they had ever seen.

"Since Pet did such a good job making you cum, Bitch, I think it's only fair that you return the favor. Lay down, Pet. Bitch, get to work."

Willow lay down and spread her legs to allow Buffy easy access. Buffy crawled between Willow's legs and began kissing the redhead's thighs as she slowly made her way up to her pussy.

Buffy kept telling herself she wasn't bi, but being tongue deep in Willow with Xander watching on was familiar territory.

So wrapped up in kissing, licking, and caressing her friend's sweet tasting pussy, Buffy completely forgot about Faith.

The sudden cold hardness that invaded her from behind made her gasp as Faith started fucking her with the strap on.

Willow raised her head to witness the incredible sight. She licked her lips at the jiggle of Faith full breasts as she fucked the blonde between her legs. Sweat plastered Buffy's hair to her face and Buffy looked at Willow in pure lust before diving back to Willow's clit. Willow's head flopped back as she let the sensations wash over her.

Faith had found a good rhythm as she fucked Buffy with the strap on. Seeing the perfect tanned globes of Buffy's ass, Faith couldn't help herself. With a resounding crack, Faith spanked Buffy's ass.

Buffy squealed into Willow's pussy, triggering a series of mini orgasms in the redhead.

"Say it." Faith spanked her again and again as she fucked her. "Say it, Bitch! Say it" Faith grabbed a handful of Buffy's hair and yanked her head back as she fucked and spanked her.

On the other side of the room, Buffy's screams caused something inside Xander to snap. A massive surge of strength flooded him and he violently snapped the handcuffs that had held him prisoner for so long.

Finally free, crazed with animal lust, Xander nearly leapt off the bed and raced over to the others. He shoved Faith in the back hard, causing her to bend over Buffy. Without pausing he rammed his achingly hard dick deep inside Faith.

Faith could do little but grip the sheets as Xander plowed into her in a frenzy. He was fucking her so hard that each thrust shoved the strap on deep into Buffy and causing her mouth to slide across Willow's clit.

Xander gripped Faith hips so hard that he would leave bruises. Slamming into Faith over and over again, his balls slapping against Faith's pussy, Xander went wild.

"minemineminemineminemine…" he kept grunting. It became too much for Faith who screamed out in ecstasy.

Once he had finished cuming, he staggered back and flopped onto the other bed completely drained. His heart was racing at a million miles an hour and he panted, desperate for air, like he had just run a marathon.

The four of them lay where they were for a couple of minutes recovering and coming to terms with the new direction things had gone.

"Sorry…I busted your cuffs." He apologized to Faith. Faith shook her head and got up.

"Not the first time it got busted. Won't be the last either." Faith looked down at Buffy. "I'm hitting the shower, you wanna join me?"

Buffy nodded weakly and got up off the bed. She followed Faith who walked rather gingerly into the bathroom.

Once the door closed, Willow went over to the still winded Xander and curled up next to him.

The two lay there, Willow caressing Xander's chest as she reveled in the feel of her leather bustier.

An exhausted Xander wondered if he would survive the summer with two Slayers and Willow.

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