Buffy and Angel Smutty Goodness

Fic update: NOT MY BEAUTIFUL SEQUEL (pt 5 of ?)

2008-08-29T12:38:43Z

This is a sequel to Not My Beautiful House, which is the one where, during the NFA battle, canon!Spike and Bittersweet!Spike get switched. Canon!Spike spends some time in the Bittersweets-verse where he is startled to find that Sunnydale flourishes, the Scoobies are his friends, he's husband to Buffy and a father to Jem -- and most of all, that he's all this in his soul-less state. When he finally encounters Bsweets!Buffy, they have an informative and sharing experience, but she's shocked at what he says about his soul, and his apparent disappointment at her for accepting him without one. Once she gets her own Spike back, she can't stop thinking about the fate of the souled one

This fic picks up right after the conclusion, in which canon!Spike is reunited with canon!Buffy and Bsweets!Spike with Bsweets!Buffy.

Part 5 and links to previous parts are here. If you're not a member of herself_nyc_fic, please visit the comm info page to join.

Fic update: NOT MY BEAUTIFUL SEQUEL, now in progress again!

2008-08-28T16:58:19Z

Hey, it's only been two years since I last updated this fic! And you've all given up on it! But hopefully your interest can be revived ....

This is a sequel to Not My Beautiful House, which is the one where, during the NFA battle, canon!Spike and Bittersweet!Spike get switched. Canon!Spike spends some time in the Bittersweets-verse where he is startled to find that Sunnydale flourishes, the Scoobies are his friends, he's husband to Buffy and a father to Jem -- and most of all, that he's all this in his soul-less state. When he finally encounters Bsweets!Buffy, they have an informative and sharing experience, but she's shocked at what he says about his soul, and his apparent disappointment at her for accepting him without one.

This fic picks up right after the conclusion, in which canon!Spike is reunited with canon!Buffy and Bsweets!Spike with Bsweets!Buffy.

All (four, for now) parts here at herself_nyc_fic. I hope to complete this fic in a few more parts and not too much time ....

FICLET: MY WORLD ENDS WITH YOU BtvsAtS-AU, Spike/Angel - NC-17

2008-06-01T20:31:16Z

Title: My World Ends With You
Author: kindredspirit75
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Angel Season 5-AU. Spike and Angel spend the night before the face-off with the Black Thorn in each others arms.
Warnings: M/M, angst, implied character death
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no money from the characters depicted herein from BtvsAtS. This is for entertainment only.
Feedback is always welcomed.

MY WORLD ENDS WITH YOU

Angel tenderly kissed the top of Spike’s blond curls and drew his only childe a bit closer to his chest, unwilling to let him go on what could very well be the last night of their chaotic existence.

"Are you scared, Spike?"

Spike held back a sigh at the same question he had answered Angel for the third time so far. He wriggled in closer to his sire and raised his head up to give the brooding vampire a soft kiss.

“Be lyin’ if I said ‘no’, wouldn’t I? Do we really ‘ave to go over this again, Peaches?”

The sigh that Spike was trying to suppress finally slipped out.

Angel’s body stiffened at Spike’s irritation. He couldn’t hold a decent conversation with the small vampire any more without him storming off in disgust, but tonight, the thought of losing Spike forever was something he wasn’t ready for. He looked at the blond and lowered his eyes in discomfort.

“Sorry, Spike…” he mumbled almost inaudibly. “Just thought… you know… you’re always bugging me to open up … talk to you about… us.”

Spike rolled his eyes and sighed again.

“Yeah, now is fine, but not while yer cock is up me arse! Believe me, it ain’t a turn on…”

With a huff of exasperation, Spike squirmed out of Angel’s clutch and sat up on the edge of the bed. He reached down and grabbed his discarded jeans, fumbling in the pockets for his lighter and cigarettes. Tapping one out, he quickly lit up and pulled in a long, satisfying draught of smoke, closing his eyes at the exquisite burn in his lungs. When he had calmed, he looked over his shoulder at Angel and instantly felt remorse.

“Look, Angel… yer freakin’ me out wantin’ to talk about… us. Come mornin’, don’t think it’ll matter, yeah?”

There was a long, uncomfortable silence between the two until Spike finished off his cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray on the night stand. His gaze shifted to Angel’s face and his undead heart broke at the sight of tears slowly running down the big vampire’s cheeks as he rested against the headboard.

Angel turned away from Spike’s stare and waited for the snark that was sure to come, but to his surprise, no cruel words came from the blond. Instead, what he got was Spike crawling into his lap and licking away the blood-tinged tears.

“’M sorry, luv,” Spike murmured into the shell of Angel’s ear. “Not easy makin’ nice when ya know yer gonna die in a few.”

Angel wrapped his arms around Spike’s thin body in an almost bone crushing hug and buried his face into his neck. The pungent aroma of leather and cigarettes mixed with booze flooded Angel’s senses and gave him the comfort of the only family he had left.

“I’m sorry, too, Spike… it’s just so… mind-boggling… the odds of us surviving with what little resources we have.”

Spike knew what the odds were. What chance did he and Angel have against the hoards of hell, even with Illyria, Wesley and Gunn at their side? If he was sure that he would survive until the next morning, there was a demon down the street that was already taking bets. He took Angel’s face in his hands and looked into his still-moist eyes.

“Do ya love me, Angel? I mean… really… love me,” Spike asked, a touch of insecurity in his voice. Deep down, he needed to know the truth before he faced death; knowing that truth would sustain him or break him.

“I’ve always loved you, Spike,” Angel said softly. “Always… William. You’re my childe.”

It was Spike’s turn to grow misty-eyed as he pressed his forehead against Angel’s.

“Thank you… Sire,” was all that Spike could manage before his unwanted tears escaped and made a path down his sculpted cheeks.

“What about me, Spike?” Angel asked with apprehension. “Can you still… love me… even after all the hurt I’ve caused you?”

Spike blinked away his tears and nodded softly. “Yes, Angel. No matter what you do to me… my world ends with you.”

Angel closed his eyes and sighed in relief when he heard Spike slip into William’s refined inflection. If his undead heart could beat, it would be hammering in his chest for joy at having William back, even if for an instant.

“I’m sorry, Will… so sorry,” Angel whispered softly as he hugged Spike tighter against his chest. Then, as his vampire roared for permission to reach out and touch Spike, Angel gave his consent and sent it to the blond with his love.

The hairs on the back of Spike’s neck stood on end as he bristled at being called by his given name. He hated thinking about William, what he once was, but Angel had dredged him up, the memories crashing down on Spike like a dam bursting. Even his demon howled and begged for William one last time, for sire’s love that had been good when he was new, and there was nothing Spike could do to stop it. As his vampire welcomed Angelus’ demon into its arms and purred with joy, Spike slumped wearily against Angel, his small body shaking in defeat with silent sobs.

Angel rocked Spike in his arms like a newborn babe, shushing and murmuring words of love to his only childe. He was shocked at how small Spike looked now, overwhelmed and frail, clinging to him like a drowning man, and his heart ached. So many years wasted, so little time left to make things right again.

“Sshh… my little one. I have you,” Angel whispered softly and opened his blood link to Spike. For the first time in over one hundred years, Angel finally allowed Spike to shuck off his protective armor of snark and bravado to be the childe that he had always loved and lost.

It wasn’t easy for Spike to believe the love and memories and feelings that Angel was sharing with him through their blood bond and he was overwhelmed. Not since Angelus did the blond vampire dare to love, but here he was, ready to bare his soul one last time in the name of that love.

Spike raised his head and looked at Angel, his azure eyes searching for the truth in the chocolate eyes that gazed back at him.

“Make love to me, Angelus. Love me like you did in the beginning.”

Angel smiled at Spike, finally understanding everything.

“Aye, Willum,” came an Irish burr that Spike knew so well. Angelus had been returned to him in Angel’s moment of perfect joy and it was never more evident than it was now.

One of Spike’s hands reached behind Angel’s head to draw the dark vampire into a passionate kiss while the other slid between their bodies to grasp both cocks, stroking them to hardness.

Angelus moaned into William’s mouth before plundering his lips with a hunger that took the small vampire’s breath away. His fingers mapped and memorized every part of the lithe body against him so he would never forget how good it felt to touch his childe and hold him in his arms. Then, with a feral growl, he cupped William’s perfect ass cheeks in his big hands and lifted him onto his already dripping shaft.

Burning kisses scorched William’s pale skin as Angelus devoured him and he trembled with a desire so fierce that he thought that he would come undone. He panted for breath he could do without but that didn’t stop his head from spinning or his body from trembling with need. He peppered the dark vampire’s skin with kisses and ran his hands over his thick body, committing to memory every last nuance that was his sire.

William groaned with pleasure when Angelus lifted him up and impaled him on his cock, his hole still slick from their previous coupling. This time, their joining was desperate and violent, both vampires needing to restore the balance that they once had between them. William was the first to fly over the edge, throwing his head back and offering his throat to Angelus as he spilled.

“Please Angelus… make me yours again…”

“Mine!” Angelus roared and followed quickly after he had tasted the sweet nectar that was his childe, emptying his balls high into William’s bowels. Then, in a final act of consummation, Angelus urged William to drink from him while their demons rejoiced in the circle of blood and family.

“Drink, William… Be my childe, as it should be.”

~ * ~

When the two vampires stood side by side in the pouring rain, swords at the ready, all anyone could see was the fearless determination in their eyes. With shoulders touching, Angelus and William braced for the onslaught they knew was coming.

Angelus looked at William one last time and his steely glint softened for just a second.

“Let’s do it,” he ordered as the wind howled down the alley bringing death and destruction hidden within it.

William looked at Angelus for the last time and thanked him with his eyes. It was a fitting end for the both of them, he thought, just before a set of claws raked across his face.

~ fin ~

Fic update: WAITING AROUND (pt 13 of ?)

2008-05-27T01:23:35Z

The action of this story picks up immediately from the conclusion of Some Scenes From The Later Life of Two Heroes. If you haven't read that one, it was a sequel to a longer pair of Spike/Xander stories, which can be read here. The low-down: since her resurrection, Buffy has never aged, and has grown increasingly distant from her surviving adult children and their families. In this far-future fic, after a long lifetime partnered with Xander, Spike has buried him and is at a loose end. He and Buffy have a series of encounters spread out over months, and after averting an apocalypse together, return to London for what might be the beginning of a long-postponed affair. But the past casts long shadows into the present, and the future ....

In this part, Buffy and Spike tussle over their next move.

Read it at herself_nyc_fic, or at my IJ.

Fic update: WAITING AROUND (pt 5 of ?)

2008-05-06T14:34:41Z

This part NC-17. Spike and Buffy go for a walk.

Story Note:

The action of this story picks up immediately from the conclusion of Some Scenes From The Later Life of Two Heroes. If you haven't read that one, it was a sequel to a longer pair of Spike/Xander stories, which can be read here. The low-down: since her resurrection, Buffy has never aged, and has grown increasingly distant from her surviving adult children and their families. In this far-future fic, after a long lifetime partnered with Xander, Spike has buried him and is at a loose end. He and Buffy have a series of encounters spread out over months, and after averting an apocalypse together, return to London for what might be the beginning of a long-postponed affair. But the morning after, Buffy's not so sure ....

All previous parts of WAITING AROUND are here (locked) or here (open to all).

Fic update: DISTANCE (pt 61 of 61)

2008-04-27T01:24:03Z

The final chapter!

Read it at herself_nyc_fic at IJ.

Fic update: DISTANCE (pt 59 of ?)

2008-04-06T20:52:34Z

What? More sex!??? Yes, I'm afraid so.

Read it at herself_nyc_fic or at IJ.

Fic update: DISTANCE (pt 55 of ?)

2008-04-01T14:05:44Z

A few bruises, a few kisses.

Read the new part of Distance up at herself_nyc_fic and IJ.

Fic update: DISTANCE (pt 54 of ?)

2008-03-31T14:54:01Z

Spike prepares a meal.

Read it at herself_nyc_fic or at my IJ.

eroticjossverse @ 2008-03-21T06:21:00

2008-03-21T11:21:15Z

Moved the community to Insanejournal...this one will remain open as long as Livejournal allows, but I'm not holding my breath at the rate they are going it will be closed soon...

On Insanejournal

Fic: Your Little Secret 1/1 Dawn/Ethan FRAO

2008-03-11T23:08:20Z

Title: Your Little Secret
Author: Gileswench
Contact: gileswench@yahoo.com
Date: 3/11/08
Spoilers: Set post-series
Summary: Dawn likes thinking about how they'll react if they find out. So does Ethan
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Dawn/Ethan
Category: smut, character study
WARNING: Age gap sex, discussion of mild violence, secrets kept from family…all pretty mild, really, but it’s there.
Distribution: If you've had my permission in the past, you have it now. All others, ask and ye shall receive.
Feedback: Constructive criticism always welcome. Praise abjectly sought.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Joss, Mutant Enemy, etc., etc., etc. I just let them have all the fun Joss won't. I own nothing except my twisted mind which you really don't want. Please don't sue.
Notes: Antennapedia posted this prompt for Round 5 of Rounds of Kink. I couldn’t resist. Prompt: Dawn likes thinking about how they'll react if they find out. So does Ethan. Kink: Age Gap

Ethan remembers the first time he saw Dawn. She was a skinny little thing, all wide eyes and pointy chin and shiny brown hair with a side of elbows. What he noticed most, however, was her inner fire. She reminded him of Ripper, back in the day, back when a single word could make him fly off the handle. He noticed, too, the defiant attitude of that little Slayer of Ripper's, but without the vicious right hook. Ethan prefers someone who can be easily riled to violence, but doesn't like it when it's easy for them to mark his skin. That's one of the things he loves about Dawn. She may rail at him and threaten him, but she's yet to give him a black eye or knock out one of his teeth, as Ripper did once in a particularly humorless reaction to a joke.

Meeting Dawn again has been a revelation and the ultimate revenge. He wonders if he ought to marry her. It would upset Ripper and his annoying Slayer so. It's not as though he really needs to stay married for long. That would be entirely too dull...but thinking of Buffy's reaction when he calls her 'sis' for the first time is too amusing to resist.

Dawn remembers the first time she saw Ethan, too, but knows he didn't see her then. He was way too old - old like Giles was old, like her mother was old. And yet, there was something that she found oddly compelling about him, something that raised feelings she didn't have words for at eleven. Besides, he made Buffy and Giles all grumpy and pissed off. That in and of itself was a reason to be interested. She might love Buffy and Giles, but their attempts to protect her from every single thing in the whole world really annoyed her. She wasn't a baby! They still try to protect her, but she knows she doesn’t need protecting/ Now she loves having a secret that would make her sister wig big time. She's nineteen. She's a woman. There's nothing Buffy can do.

Besides, it's not like Buffy can talk about older lovers. She's had Angel and Riley and Spike, and now she's sharing Giles' bed whenever they're in the same country for a few days. Dawn thinks it's hypocritical of Buffy to even have an opinion on the subject, so she doesn't intend to give her the opportunity to have one.

As they lay in bed, Dawn laughs out loud. She knows that Ethan understands. He always gets how she loves doing the things that Buffy wouldn't approve. She loves how he responds by looming over her naked body and grinning widely.

"You're thinking about it again."

He doesn't ask. He knows. She doesn't answer in words. Instead, she takes hold of his hard cock and guides him into her depths.

"You're the only one," she tells him.

She's not just talking about the number of lovers she hasn't had.

"Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins," he groans deeply as he pushes further into her.

"I'm not Lolita," she moans. "I'm legal."

"Shush. Don't say that. Just let me imagine Ripper's face when he finds out about this."

They both laugh as they continue thrusting. She doesn't know if this affair will last, or what it will lead to. All she knows is that she'll tell Buffy one day, and she can't wait to see her face when she does.

THE END

FIC-17 William Pratt: Me and My Hand

2008-03-02T06:34:35Z

Title: Me and My Hand
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel
Character: William Pratt
Rating/Warnings: FIC-17, WARNINGS for detailed self gratification.
Genre: Character exploration/revelation
Read all my fics here: dfasgbaf
Word Count: 1107
Spoilers: Only if you have no idea what Spike was like before he became a vampire.
Summary: William has a "surely shameful" fascination, but he cannot seem to stop himself.
Disclaimer: The character William Pratt belongs to Joss Whedon and all his industry affiliates. I get no profit from this story. I write it only for guilty pleasure and feel free to do so because Joss has encouraged such activity on more than one occasion.
Feedback: Concrit on the body of my story, negative or positive, will be accepted with grace and gratitude. Destructive criticism (insults without examples from my work and suggestions for improvement to fortify the insults) will be deleted and will earn a block from journal, community, inbox, and/or group. Praise is always appreciated, of course!
Notes: I know absolutely nothing about Oxford University, especially in the 19th century, except for its location. Please allow me writer's liberties in this story because that part of it is merely a means to an end. This is the result of feedmykink's March 2008 prompt "cock and ball fetish" and fanfic100's prompt #38 "touch." The 2 prompts together, along with my fanfic100 claimed character William Pratt, who hasn't gotten nearly as much attention as the other claimed one (Ensouled Spike), gave me this idea. Thanks, everyone!
Distribution: Archive sites, etc., of which I am a member. Anyone else, please ask. If you're willing to share the archive info with me, I will probably say yes. Thanks for your interest!

The lecture halls at Oxford nearly suffocated William Pratt with their oppressively elevated temperatures, and the popular Shakespeare lecture was no exception. In point of fact, the abundance of pupils in the room produced yet more heat. This made sitting through his last lecture of the day nearly unbearable--particularly because of the often tittilating subject matter.

William spent his days at university biding his time, barely able to concentrate on the teachings, as his mind and body were constantly yearning for one thing and one thing only: to be in the privacy of his own room, lying on his bed, stroking himself first slowly, and then wildly into that joyous bliss. He knew it was shameful, this seemingly incurable, boundless fascination he had with his genitals, but he could not seem to rid himself of it. When he attempted to clear his mind of thoughts of the pleasure he could bestow upon himself, he found that even more brazen images crept into his consciousness, such as stroking himself nearly to that blissful end and then depriving himself of the pleasure as he stared at himself in the mirror across the room, proud of his length and fascinated by its shape and color.

At the end of his day of painstakingly suppressed desires came the Shakespeare lecture. He sat, pressed in from both sides by fellow pupils, the heat of their bodies palpable when their knees occasionally tapped into his. Then always came the obligatory apology and the meeting of shy eyes....Oh, God, how could he possibly wait until the completion of this lecture?

"Good day, gentlemen," said the professor. "Today we begin our exploration of one of Shakespeare's more scandalous works: A Midsummer Night's Dream...."

Bugger.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~

William's hand shook as he struggled to fit his key into his room door. Finally managing to do so, he eagerly turned the lock and thrust the door open, fairly ripping the key from the keyhole before slamming the door closed and relocking it.

He absently threw his study materials and the key on his nearby desk, beginning to disrobe himself roughly before the texts even hit the surface. He rushed to the side of his bed and sat to remove his shoes, not even bothering with his socks. He left them to flop at the ends of his toes after pulling off his shoes.

Next came his sack coat, with which he quickly dispensed. He hastily clawed at the fastenings of his waistcoat and unpinned and tugged at his Ascot, whipping both from his upper body and tossing them aside. His fingers then wrestled with the buttons of his blouse, but they trembled so furiously that the task took much longer than he would have liked. Finally completing that task, he popped the cufflinks from their holes and tossed them at his desk, then tugged first one arm, then the other, from the blouse's sleeves, meeting with some measure of frustration when his fists temporarily caught in the bunched tunnels of cloth.

Still fed by the frustration, he fairly tore his undervest from his torso, tossing it to the floor with a soft smacking sound. He felt a moment of remorse for his actions, but his hands were at the fastenings of his trousers before he could give much thought to them. He stood and, now beyond eager to start the path to ecstasy, grabbed the bands of both his trousers and underpants and quickly slipped them over his narrow hips so they pooled at his feet. He stepped out of the pile of cloth and kicked it across the floor, throwing himself onto his back on his bed. At last!

Taking himself in hand, he gave a slow, firm squeeze and groaned from the depths of his throat, his teeth clenched together. How long he had waited for this moment! It had been absolute torture!

He reached back with the hand that wasn't in use to take hold of his pillow and tuck it soundly under his head. His head tipped just thusly, he opened his eyes to watch the show before him. He groaned again as his hand started to move and his penis started to fill and grow in size.

"Yesss...." His head hit the pillow, his eyes slamming closed, as the first hints at pleasure went through him--pleasure his curriculum had denied him all day.

He opened his eyes and lifted his head once more, and his hand began to stroke up and down his shaft with excruciatingly slow movements but a firm hold...until he got to the foreskin, whereupon his grip loosened and he teased over the tip and circled his palm gently there. Each time he did so, his hips shot into the air of their own accord and a cry was pulled from deep within him.

Soon, he could stand it no longer and began to tug harshly at himself. His eyes widened as he watched his hand move over his shaft, marveling as the fluid began to dribble from the tip. With a finger of his other hand, he scooped up some of the precious liquid, winning an even more intense cry and thrust of hips. He slowed the ministrations of his hand, having learned that the longer the wait, the better the outcome. Once he had calmed a bit, he began slowly again, and then resumed his previous speed and firmness. As he watched himself stroke and pull at his penis, he brought his dampened finger to his mouth to taste of himself.

He first licked and then sucked the finger into his mouth, tasting the salty bitterness of his own seed-carrying juices, and as he watched his hand stroking, a thought occurred to him: how wondrous it would feel if he could suck on his penis the way he now sucked on his finger!

Suddenly and without warning, he reached the pinnacle, his hips suspended in mid air, eruption after eruption of semen surging forth from his penis. As he felt and saw it happening, it only made his orgasm that much more intense, and he had to collapse against his pillow with the pleasure of it, staring up at the ceiling as the last throes of passion overtook him.

His body gave three more great thrusts into emptiness before finally settling to the bed, exhausted; though, even then, it gave a few more impotent twitches. William lay there, milking the pleasure for all it could give him, soaking it all into his being as he sighed vocally.

"God, yes."

Before he could even think about cleaning the mess, he was fast asleep.

~END~

FIc update: THE PROPER SLAYER (pt 22 of ?)

2008-02-28T14:36:04Z

While love-sick Spike searches for her, Buffy has found the beginnings of a new life ... the life she always dreamed of.

This fic is set in an AU-season 3, and is a sequel to Let's Get Lost, in which Buffy meets an accidentally-ensouled Spike in New York City.

Read it at herself_nyc_fic, or at IJ.

Payback's Bitch (WIP)

2008-02-21T18:54:01Z

This is a work in progress, but we have 4 chapters done so I thought I'd post it around and see if this strikes anyone's kinky bone. This story takes place after Lover's Walk, but instead of making a wish that Buffy had never come to Sunnydale Cordelia chooses a different sort of revenge to get back at Xander for cheating on her with Willow.

Summary: After being betrayed by her boyfriend with his best friend, Cordelia is angry at humiliated, not just with him, but with the mousy redhead that had the nerve to try and take him! To make it up to her, Xander and Willow agree to be her slaves, but neither of them could expect just what punishments Cordelia has in her mind...

Title: Payback’s Bitch (WIP 4 Chapters Complete)
Authors: catscorner and eyelessblade
Fandom: BtVS Season 3
Pairing: Cordelia/Xander/Willow
Rating: Adult Rated, PWP, FemSlash, Elements of B&D, Comedy
Characters: Not ours, Joss' - we’re just playin' with 'em
Concrits: welcome in comments

This way to the series!

Fic update: DISTANCE (pt 60 of ?)

2008-02-17T16:03:20Z

"You have lots of unhappy drunks, do you? You turned into Buffy Summers, Girl Lush since I left you?"

Read the new chapter at herself_nyc_fic or at insanejournal.

Dark Ficlet: MY BLOODY VALENTINE - 1/1 BtvsAtS-AU - Spike/Angel - NC-17

2008-02-15T03:44:56Z

Title: My Bloody Valentine
Author: kindredspirit75
Fandom: BtvsAtS-AU
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The two unsouled vampires find each other on Valentine's Day.
Warning: Dark themed, rape, vampire sex, character death. Do not read if you are squicked by dark subject matter.
Words: 964
Disclaimer: I own no rights and make no money from the characters depicted herein from BtvsAtS or their entities. This is for entertainment only.
Feedback always welcomed.

My Bloody Valentine

The smell was the first thing that Angel noticed as he stepped into the decrepit mausoleum. The odor of cum, some fresh and some old, mixed with the stench of death. The distinct aroma of his childe’s ejaculate was unmistakable and Angel’s gut clenched. It had taken him over one hundred years, but he had finally found Spike... his William... his favored childe.

“Spike?” Angel called out hesitantly as he looked around the garbage littered crypt. The slivers of moonlight peeking through stained glass shone on a multitude of defiled corpses strewn about the cavernous room; all had been brutally pulled from their resting places, the coffins smashed by an unknown hand.

Angel couldn’t believe his eyes as he moved through the macabre maze of death and destruction. Surely, only the most demented of humanity would be capable of dishonoring the final resting place of the dead.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he steadily made his way deeper into the darkness where he had heard voices, sobs and ungodly screams. Rats squeaked and scurried away as the big vampire trod over their feasts of rotten flesh and he cursed them, remembering the dark days when he had fed off the vile vermin in a desperate attempt to survive.

Suddenly, a long, anguished scream followed by a savage roar brutally assailed Angel’s senses. He ran in the direction of the sounds coming from a dim corner and stopped dead in his tracks.

A pale, naked figure was kneeling over the nude body of a woman, her legs splayed out lewdly, exposing her bleeding sex for all to see. The small man grunted quietly as he finished jacking off onto the already cooling body, oblivious to Angel’s presence.

“Spike?” Angel had barely whispered his name, but the blond vampire had heard him.

Spike’s head snapped up and he looked over his shoulder, his yellow eyes blazing at Angel.

“Bloody fuckin’ Sire!” Spike spat out before he slowly stood and turned to face the bigger vampire.

Angel smiled at the sight of his childe standing naked before him in game face, his half-filled cock looking delicious.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, Spike... I told you the last time you left me that I would find you on Valentine’s Day,” Angel said softly.

“Pfftt! Only took you a hundred bleedin’ years, ya wanker. Where the fuck ya been all that time?”

“Hell...” Angel said somberly.

“Oh...” Spike nodded in understanding and shook his demon face into it’s beautiful human facade.

Angel looked down at the woman by Spike’s feet. Her throat had been torn out and the last of her life's blood was slowly oozing away.

“Am I too late to join in the fun?” Angel asked, licking his lips. He could tell that, even in death, the small female was powerful. His cock was already half hard from seeing his childe again and the thought of sharing the woman’s tantalizing blood with Spike was making him harder by the minute.

“Did you know that the blood of a slayer is a powerful aphrodisiac?” Spike purred as he reached down and put his fingers into the woman’s bloody vagina.

“Spike... she’s a slayer? You little shit...”

Angel gasped when Spike offered him his bloodied hand. He grasped his childe’s wrist and hungrily licked it clean, moaning in ecstasy at the sweet nectar.

“Name’s Buffy, if you care, luv. Fucked her a couple times, I did... thought I loved her,” Spike said wearily. “She didn’t love me back. So, decided to torture the bitch, have me one good lay. Then, I drained her..." Spike smiled nonchalantly as Angel finished lapping the last drops of blood off the small vampire's fingers.

A low growl escaped from Angel's lips before he grabbed Spike’s head with both hands and pulled him into a hard, hungry kiss.

“I need you, William... now...” Angel breathed into Spike’s mouth as he rolled his shoulders and let his leather duster fall to the floor. His cock was already fully loaded and aching for his childe’s tight, luscious hole.

“Need you more...” Spike moaned and immediately undressed his sire between exchanging hot, raw kisses that soon turned into hard, angry bites.

The two vampires fell into game face and dropped their fangs. Angel pulled Spike roughly against his chest and ran his canines over the claim mark on his throat.

Spike moaned loudly and bucked his hips hard into Angel’s groin, making sure the older vampire felt his need.

There was no time for a slow, sweet fuck between the two. It had been one hundred years since they last saw each other and it was all about claiming. Angel needed to mark his childe and Spike needed to be reclaimed by his sire, plain and simple.

Angel roared and threw Spike down onto his hands and knees, entering him brutally without preparation. He pounded into him mercilessly and it didn't take long for Angel to fall over the edge. Grabbing Spike’s hair, he pulled his head back so that his throat was exposed, then bit down hard, shuddering his release at the first taste of his childe's precious blood.

Spike cried out and convulsed to orgasm without being touched as Angel drank and flooded his bowels with his cool seed. Before he collapsed, Angel caught him and shoved his wrist against his mouth.

"Drink, Childe," came the soft order. Spike gave a muffled moan and sank his teeth into Angel's flesh and drank deeply, savoring his sire's powerful blood.

When the two were sated, they lay quietly against one another, neither talking, just reveling in the feeling of being together once more. Then, after a few minutes of soft kisses and tender caresses, the two vampires reluctantly dressed and left the blood and gore of the mausoleum behind. The sun would be rising soon and sire and childe had a lot of catching up to do.

“So, tell me about this Buffy,” Angel smiled at Spike as they hurried toward toward Spike's flat.

“The slayer?” Spike had a touch of melancholy in his voice.

“She always said I was beneath her...”

~ fin ~

Fic update: DISTANCE (pt 59 of ?)

2008-02-14T14:50:08Z

It's Valentine's Day, so appropriately enough, this chapter consists of a romantic interlude.

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Fic update: DISTANCE (pt 57 of ?)

2008-02-12T20:13:11Z

Tension broken, talking starts to happen.

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FIc update: DISTANCE (pt 56 of ?)

2008-02-11T19:13:54Z

A little pain, a little sex ....

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Fic update: DISTANCE (pt 55 of ?)

2008-02-10T20:00:49Z

Spike's back in the castle. Buffy's confused.

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Fic update: DISTANCE (pt 47 of ?)

2008-02-01T14:28:02Z

In the aftermath of Willow's attempt to magically restore Spike's memory, Spike's sense of self and reality are fragmenting ....

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Fic: Fourplay 13/13 B/G, Wes/Cor (B/G/Wes/Cor) FRAO

2008-02-01T02:08:21Z

Part XIII

Notes and Disclaimer with Part I

He sounded so nervous and so determined to face the worst that Cordelia's heart couldn't help giving a tiny leap. The rest of her quickly followed suit. She threw herself into his arms.

"God, Wesley, I'm such a complete idiot!" she said. "Why do you even put up with me and my stupid issues?"

"Perhaps because I love you," he said softly.

She pulled him closer almost desperately.

"Why? How can you love someone who can't put three stupid little words together to say it back? Why do you stay with me when I'm such a bitch to you?"

"Who can say why any person loves another? Does it really matter? I do love you. I want to be with you. The only question is whether you love me, too. Do you, Cordelia? Could you ever love me?"

"I - I think...maybe...I might already."

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Just...can you be patient a bit longer? I feel it, but I can't quite say it yet."

"Knowing that, I can wait as long as you need me to," Wesley said.

As they embraced, the bathroom door opened and Buffy and Giles came into the bedroom.

"Is everything okay?" Buffy asked.

"Yeah," Cordelia said. "Maybe not perfect, but okay. Right, Wesley?"

"Absolutely right."

"I'm very glad to hear it," Giles said. "We wanted to ask...are you two planning to participate today?"

"Well, I don't know," Cordelia said. "We haven't really talked about that yet. Why? Did you think we wouldn't?"

"Actually, we were sort of thinking of maybe having one last romp for the road and taking off," said Buffy. "I mean, we're having a great time, but I'm not sure I want to stay for the closing ceremonies. And after yesterday, I'm not sure I really need to do the full sex with strangers thing. I'd sort of rather have a smaller, more private party with people we already like, if that's okay with you."

"What Buffy is trying to say is that she'd rather make love with you again and leave early," Giles said. "And I have to say, I like the sound of that idea, too. Would that meet with your approval?"

Cordelia and Wesley looked at one another. She screwed up her mouth slightly. He raised an eyebrow. At last, Cordelia turned to Buffy and Giles and shook her head.

“I think we’ve decided to just go solo from now on,” she said. “Yesterday was a lot of fun, don’t get me wrong. I just think we need to stick with us at least for a while. Is that okay with you guys?”

“Of course it is,” Giles said. “We wouldn’t want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

“Giles is right,” Buffy added. “But maybe we can get together in a non-sex way sometime soon and catch up. We had a lot of fun this weekend, and it wasn’t just because we were being huge perverts.”

She hugged Cordelia and Wesley.

“And, um, if you ever do feel like…well…you do know where to find us,” Giles said.

“Smooth, Mr. Wordy,” Buffy teased. “What Giles means if is you ever want to play reindeer games with us again, we think it would be fun.”

“Yes, well, we’ll keep that in mind,” Wesley said in a slightly strangled voice. “Thank you, Buffy.”

*****

That night, back in Sunnydale, Buffy finished brushing out her hair and then slipped into bed next to Giles. Moments later, he put down his book, took off his glasses, and turned out the light. As they settled in, he pulled Buffy close.

“Did you have fun this weekend?”

“Yeah. Lots of fun. You?”

“A great deal.” He kissed her lightly. “Thank you.”

She nestled closer to him, rubbing her cheek against his crisp, cotton pajama jacket.

“As fun as it was, though, I don’t think I’m going to want that again too often,” she said. “I liked playing, but I think I’m happier just being with you. In fact, I think from here on in, you’re the only one I want to make love with.”

“Really? The only one?”

“As in one and,” she said with an emphatic nod. “So…how about it?”

“How about what, Buffy?”

“Do you want me to be your only for always?”

“I can’t imagine objecting to that.”

“Good. That’s settled. So, when should we tell the gang we’re engaged?”

Giles’ eyes widened.

“En…Buffy, did you say engaged?”

“Well, yeah. We agreed to be each others’ only for always. Sounds like engaged to me.”

“You know, it does sound like it, at that,” Giles decided. “All right. When do you want to get married?”

Buffy shrugged.

“Hey, we just decided to get engaged. Let a girl have a little breathing space before you start setting dates and stuff.”

Giles chuckled softly and kissed her on the temple.

“I do love you, Buffy,” he said.

“Love you, too.”

*****

In Los Angeles, Cordelia watched Wesley sleeping. She smiled to herself. As much sex as they’d had over the weekend, she hadn’t let him have any recovery time when they got back. Working for Angel meant that nights were often too busy for lovemaking, after all, and she intended to take advantage of Wesley at every opportunity. Moments after they’d finished, though, he collapsed and fell asleep. He gave a tiny snore. She leaned over and kissed his slack lips.

“I know you can’t hear me, Wesley,” she whispered, “but I love you.”

In his sleep, Wesley smiled.

THE END

Fic: Fourplay 12/13 B/G, Wes/Cor (B/G/Wes/Cor) FRAO

2008-02-01T02:04:40Z

Part XII

Notes and Disclaimer with Part I

When Cordelia opened her eyes, she was somewhat surprised to see Buffy sitting naked atop the bed covers flipping lazily through a book.

"Buffy? You're reading? What's with that?"

"It kept me occupied while I was waiting for someone else to wake up," Buffy whispered. She shut the book. "I was bored. So sue me."

"You mean Giles brought research to an orgy?"

"That's my guy." She smiled indulgently. "Have books, will travel."

"But no pajamas, I see."

"Well, no, we didn't bring those. It seemed sort of silly, what with the running around having sex with total strangers thing. Anyway, I was a little bit nervous about this. I decided not to give myself any excuse not to jump in with both feet."

Cordelia smoothed her nightgown self-consciously.

"Well, I like to wear something when I sleep," she said.

"Oh, no, I wasn't trying to say anything about you," Buffy said quickly. "I mean...that's a pretty nightgown. And you should wear whatever you want. Not my business or anything. I was only talking about me. I had to not give myself anything to hide behind."

"Why?"

"Because this whole thing was my idea, and wimping out...let's just say I know Giles wouldn't ever say anything about it, but I knew he really wanted to do this."

"Wait a minute," Cordelia said. "This was your idea but you're not sure you want to do it?"

"No, I'm sure now. I'm having a surprisingly great time. It's more a case of open mouth, wonder whether the idea is good later, if you know what I mean."

"So you were nervous, too?"

Buffy looked at her sleeping lover and smiled.

"But I'm not anymore," she said. "Not that I think we'll do this all the time, or anything. Just, sometimes we might do it again. Most of the time I only want Giles. Most of the time he only wants me. The rest of the time will probably be negotiable, I think. What about you and Wes?"

"I - I don't know. I still can't make up my mind whether we're cheating or not, and that sort of freaks me out."

"I'm trying to think about this more as sharing than cheating."

"Why did you even want to do this?" Cordelia blurted out. "I so don't get it."

"It's...it's hard to explain," Buffy said softly. "There are things about being the Slayer that...well, that I was never comfortable with. See, along with the super strength and the super healing and the super speed, there's also super almost everything else. I fought it for the longest time, but Giles likes my super libido. Now I can just accept it and have some fun with it. Nothing bad happens if I have sex, now, because I'm having it with someone who isn't going to go all rampagy from it. And now that I'm having it with a guy who's been around several blocks and made some pretty kinky stops along the way, I don't have to be afraid to admit there are times when one person just plain isn't enough, no matter how great he is or how studly he is. And since he's willing to admit he likes guys, too, I can finally admit I'm not completely grossed out by girls. It's like...I'm finally me all the way. I can breathe now."

"What? You couldn't breathe with Angel?"

"Not the way I can with Rupert." Buffy reached out and caressed Giles' shoulder. "Don't get me wrong; I loved Angel. There's a little piece of me that will never stop loving him. But I also have to admit we weren't always the best for each other. Besides, that was then. I was a kid. Now I'm grown up and I want someone I can grow with. Does that make any sense?"

"I guess it does." Cordelia looked away from where Buffy continued to touch Giles. "You guys are really in love, aren't you?"

"He puts up with my aerobics music and I think it's cute when he gets all distracted by some book. We've got it pretty bad."

"Nonsense," came a muffled grumble from the pillows. "There's nothing bad about our relationship."

"Grumpy Man has spoken," Buffy laughed.

Giles pulled her down and kissed her soundly.

"I'm not grumpy," he said. "How could I be when I wake up to this?" He looked up with a smile. "Good morning, Cordelia. Did you sleep well?"

"Not bad. You?"

"Quite well, thank you. Is Wesley up yet?"

"I'm awake," Wesley said as he propped himself on one elbow. "As for up...after yesterday I'm not certain I've got that in me."

"Dirty jokes first thing in the morning?" Buffy giggled. "Gotta say, I'm liking Wesley 2.0 better than the original model. You didn't used to be funny, or all that sexy. Now...let's just say I'm beginning to see how Cordy fell for you."

Just then a knock came at the door. Cordelia went to answer it since Buffy and Giles were snuggled close and Wesley was still huddled under the covers.

"Rise and shine, campers!" Lorne said with a broad smile as he wheeled in a cart covered in breakfast dishes. "I thought I'd spend a couple minutes with our special guests, and what's a wake up call without caffeine and some good morning protein? There's tea, coffee, orange juice, tomato juice, grapefruit juice, eggs, bacon, banana muffins, bran muffins, toast, sausage, oatmeal...really, if you want it, we've got it."

Cordelia peered under the covers of the dishes.

"Not to be picky, but if you've got all these choices, why have you brought us all eggs Florentine? I'm not complaining, because this is my personal favorite, but why say you've got oatmeal when you don't?"

"I do have it available...I just didn't bother bringing the basics to the A list. You cats and kittens don't need to do second best around here."

The demon bustled around setting up a makeshift table and chairs. Buffy and Giles put on robes. Moments later, all five occupants of the room sat down to eat. They were nearly finished before the conversation rose above the level of passing condiments and complimenting the chef.

"So," Lorne began, "are you all having a good time?"

"Yes, it's been a great deal of fun," said Giles.

"Way fun," Buffy agreed.

"I'm beat," Cordelia said.

"It's certainly been a weekend," said Wesley.

"Hmmm...guarded non-comments," Lorne said. "That's not a good sign. Oh, not you two." He waved at Buffy and Giles. "You're having a blast and it shows. So tell me, Brown Eyes, what's got you turning mealy-mouthed? You usually can't wait to give a solid opinion. Are the guests not attractive enough for you? Are you not finding the toys you want? What's up to bring you down?"

"No, no, I'm having a great time," Cordelia said quickly. "Fantastic. Never better."

"And we move from no real opinion to protesting way too much. Honey, it's okay. I've heard every complaint known to humanoids and a few that aren't. You can't hurt my feelings."

"There's nothing wrong, Lorne. We're doing great."

"Oh, absolutely," Wesley said. "This has all been wonderful."

"If you're sure," Lorne said. "But if either of you kids wants a reading, I've got a karaoke machine in my room. Feel free anytime."

"Reading?" Buffy asked. "What does a karaoke machine have to do with books?"

"It's nothing to do with books," Giles said with a small laugh. "Lorne reads one's...soul, I suppose, through song, and then advises one on the proper path to take."

"Did you ever sing for him?"

"Once. It was quite helpful, as a matter of fact."

"Cool. Now, I'm going to go get myself fixed up for more fun."

Cordelia pushed away from the table.

"That's a great idea, Buffy," she said. "Who's first in the shower?"

"Not you," Lorne ordered. "Cordy, honey, sit down. The rest of you scram, but Wes, stay close. I'm going to want a word with you, too."

"Come along, Buffy," Giles said. "Perhaps it would be best if we shower together."

"Cool!"

The pair hurried off to the bathroom, hand in hand. Wesley stood uncomfortably.

"I suppose I'll just go out into the corridor for a bit," he said. "Let me know when you want me."

He touched his lady lightly on the shoulder, then went out the door. Left to themselves, Cordelia stubbornly refused to meet Lorne's eye.

"So what's up, pussycat?" Lorne asked seriously. "I know you've been having fun, so what's eating you?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all. I'm fine."

"Right, and I'm opening at The Sands next Tuesday night. Cordelia, this is me. I know you. There's something off about you. Now you can tell me what's going on between those adorable ears of yours, or you can sing it for me, but you have got to let someone in."

Cordelia opened her mouth to protest, but Lorne's knowing look stopped her in her tracks. She slumped slightly in her chair and played with her fork.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Nosey," she sighed. "But it's nothing about the party, really. I'm having fun. I'm kind of freaking about how fun it's been, because it's not the sort of fun I'm used to by a long shot, but I'm dealing. It's...it's Wesley."

"Wesley? What about him? Does he snore? Kick you in your sleep? Drop cracker crumbs in the bed? What?"

"He, well...." Cordelia stood and began to pace. "He keeps saying he loves me! What am I supposed to do with that?"

"Usually there's two ways you can go," Lorne said. "You can say it back or you can not say it back. If you don't say it back, that's usually not the best sign for the relationship lasting a lot longer. What have you been doing when he says it?"

"Changing the subject, mostly."

"Why?"

"Because...I...I'm not ready for that. Way too heavy."

"Whoa! Pinocchio!" Lorne said. "Be careful of the walls around here! We don't want your nose to poke a hole in them. The landlord would never let us back, which would mean a whole lot of searching for a good new place to hold this shindig. Trust me, you do not want to be the one responsible for that."

"But it's true," Cordelia said. "I'm not ready."

"Please, sunshine, you've been handling weightier stuff than love for a very long time, and you know there's a mighty high mortality rate in your line of work. When you face death every single day, what's so heavy about being in love?"

"There's nothing wrong with being in love. Not at first. At first, it's all happy and bright and fun and kind of a sexy secret. And then your whole secret gets given away, and the next thing you know the guy's dumped you for someone mousy and brainy who wouldn't know a Coach bag if I hit her over the head with it, and I'm lying in the dirt with a huge ramrod through my guts all over again and my family loses everything and I'm humiliated and broke and can't even go to college! And that's what's wrong with love!"

She stopped in her tracks and looked puzzled for a minute.

"Wow," she said at last in a small voice. "I guess I had issues."

"You know, you might be right about that," Lorne said. "Cordelia, Wesley isn't whoever hurt you that badly. And he's not the one who took all the pretty money away, either, because - and this is key to realize - those are two different people, neither of which is here in this place. Wesley loves you, Cordelia, and I think maybe you're pretty over the moon about him, too. What's scary about love isn't that he's going to dump you or steal everything away from you; it's that it makes you vulnerable enough that he could do that if he wanted. It's a great big crap shoot, baby, but you never win a cent if you don't lay it on the line and play the game."

"I don't know if I can do it."

"I think you're stronger and braver than you know," Lorne said. "And I think if you want Wesley enough, then you're going to have to take a chance. Can you try that for me?"

Cordelia looked at the floor. After a moment, Lorne came and put a hand on her shoulder.

"You don't have to say anything to me, Kitten," he said, "but I think you'd better talk to Wesley soon, okay?"

"Should I go send him in to talk to you?"

"Nah. I think you should do the talking now, even if it's just to tell him you need him to put on the brakes for a few days while you decide how you're really feeling instead of running away out of fear." Lorne reached over and took Cordelia's hand. "Somewhere along the line, you have to brave up and expose your heart to someone. It may scare you, but it's what makes this crazy world worth living in."

He smiled as he rose to leave.

"Hey, Lorne?"

"Yeah?"

"You and Kim...are you guys...."

"Let's just say she's the woman behind the man and his music. Don't know what I'd do without her. Just don't tell her I said that."

"Oh."

"It might go to her head."

With a wink, he turned and left the room. For a moment after he was gone, Cordelia continued to sit in front of the remains of her breakfast staring past her plate. Slowly, though, she realized that the door had opened and Wesley was sliding quietly into the room. She looked up at him.

"Lorne said you had something to say to me."

Fic: Fourplay 11/13 B/G, Wes/Cor (B/G/Wes/Cor) FRAO

2008-02-01T02:03:12Z

Part XI

Notes and Disclaimer with Part I

Later that night, Cordelia and Wesley lay in bed together. Neither one was in the mood for more sex after everything they had done during the day, so they simply lay there holding one another, occasionally touching and kissing lazily.

"I still can't believe we did it with Buffy and Giles, of all people," Cordelia said.

"Nor I," Wesley agreed. "But you did enjoy it, didn't you?"

"Well, yeah. I did. You?"

"Yes, yes, I did."

Cordelia propped her chin on her hands over Wesley's chest. She regarded her boyfriend curiously.

"Why don't we feel bad about this, Wesley?"

"Ought we to feel bad?"

"Well, yeah. We got groinal with people who aren't...us. That's cheating."

"I'm not sure this falls into the same category," Wesley said. "After all, we agreed to it. How can it be cheating when it's all open and aboveboard?"

"I know, I know," she sighed. "It's just...I have cheating issues."

Wesley pulled her closer and kissed her softly.

"This isn't the same thing at all," he said. "You didn't catch us; you gave us permission, as I gave you permission."

"But I did catch you earlier."

"And you were rightly upset. We'd jumped the gun."

"Hmmm...I've seen your face sometimes; you'd like to jump Gunn, wouldn't you?"

"Only if you both approved in advance."

Neither could keep a straight face after that. Cordelia ruffled Wesley's hair and laughed at him.

"What am I gonna do with you?" she asked.

"A great many exciting things, I hope." His face turned serious again. "I do so love you, Cordelia."

She kissed him softly and settled down on her side.

"Night, studmuffin."

Wesley sighed and curled up behind her.

*****

It was nearly three in the morning when Buffy and Giles returned to the room. They did their best to keep their giggles quiet, but both were bursting with mirth.

"I still can't believe you didn't know about that!" Buffy said. "Mr. Rupert Research and you didn't have a clue!"

"Well I've never had reason to research the sexual mechanics of Nafritu demons before. It never occurred to me the creature would have a full double set of male organs. Still, it did make for an interesting experience. And it's not as if you weren't enjoying that second set."

"Guilty as charged, okay, okay," she admitted. "But now I'm kind of exhausted. I just want to snuggle with my honey a bit."

"So long as snuggling is all you want, I think I can be prevailed upon. Anything more athletic will have to wait for tomorrow...or possibly the next day. I'm utterly spent."

"You'll be ready to go again in a few hours, Tiger. I know you. I also kind of love you like crazy."

"I love you, too." His face turned serious and he trailed his fingers down her cheek. "Thank you for this."

"What? For being a total sex-crazed maniac?"

"Well, that, and for being open to this experience. I know it sounds a bit odd, but I feel even closer to you after this."

"Yeah, I know. It's funny. You'd think having wild sex with lots of other people would maybe pull us apart, but I feel closer to you, too. It's like I'm seeing parts of you I've never seen and I'm letting you in on my secrets. It feels like there's pretty much nothing left we don't know. It's a little scary, but good scary."

"Yes, that about sums it up, doesn't it?"

Giles leaned down to kiss Buffy warmly.

"Do you think Cordy and Wes feel the same way about this?"

"I don't know, Buffy. They do seem to be enjoying it, but I can't tell if it's at all the same experience for them."

"I hope it is. It'd be nice if they were happy, too."

"You don't think they are?"

"Mostly, yes, but...I don't know. I get this vibe that something's missing for them." She shook her head and leaned against Giles. "I'm probably just looking for trouble. Things have been so great, I want a way for it not to be perfect."

"Don't be ridiculous. You're a remarkably sensitive person. Chances are you're picking up on something most of us would never notice. If you were just looking for trouble, you'd have found it by now."

"See? You know everything and for some reason, you still love me. I must be the luckiest Slayer ever."

"At this moment, I honestly don't care about any other Slayer," Giles said. "In fact, I don't care about anyone or anything but you."

"Silly. I'm going to remind you of that in the morning when you start eyeing all those hot studs and gorgeous gals you could be playing with."

"I was only talking about this moment. The morning may be quite different...or it may be precisely the same."

"Okay, then I vote for different because I want to play this weekend, as long as you're playing, too."

With that, they crawled into bed, curled close, and fell fast asleep within minutes.

*****

Fic: Fourplay 10/13 B/G, Wes/Cor (B/G/Wes/Cor) FRAO

2008-02-01T01:59:12Z

Part X

Notes and Disclaimer with Part I

It was quickly decided that the best way to get ready was for each couple to shower together. Once everyone was more or less clean, the men left the bathroom to the women so they could repair their hair and make up. By some miracle, they were only about two minutes late getting to the banquet.

"Some people have no consideration," Cordelia sniffed as another small knot of revelers straggled in some five minutes later. "Don't they know there's a headcount going on?"

Buffy and Giles swallowed their giggles. Wesley just leaned over and kissed his lady on the temple. Then all four turned their attention to the head table where a rather rumpled Lorne and the equally disheveled Kim were taking their seats.

"Well," Lorne said as he scanned the room, "at first glance, everyone seems to be present and accounted for...but we had an incident once where my first glance wasn't right. My assistants will be going down each row double-checking that every head - or pair of heads, I know you're here, Nourrlix - has a body attached to it. So, is everyone having a good time?"

The crowd broke out into applause, shouts of approval, and whistles...not to mention assorted roars and a purr or two. Lorne looked pleased.

"Sounds like you are," he said. "That's great! But I bet you're hungry after all that sex, so dig in and fuel up! After all, the Midnight Orgy starts in just five hours."

"Did you guys sign up for that?" Buffy asked Cordelia.

"No. We were too nervous."

"We did. We don't get a lot of peaceful time outdoors at night, so I thought it would be kind of nice."

"It's outdoors?" Cordelia gulped.

"Well, yeah, but there are all the wards in place. Nothing can hurt us, and I don't have to slay anything. It's sort of a take back the night thing for me."

"Isn't that usually about not-sex?"

Buffy shrugged.

"They have their night to take back; I have mine."

"Which really means you're just out to get all the hot sex you can this weekend. Admit it; you're a total sex fiend."

"Bloody right, she is," Giles said cheerfully. "I'm a very lucky man."

With that, they settled down to their meal. The conversation drifted to other topics.

Buffy was amused with how comfortable she and Giles both seemed to be with sitting around naked or nearly so in a room full of equally underdressed people and creatures. After a while, the nudity blurred in her mind and she found herself nearly unaware of the range of genitalia around her. When you got right down to it, everybody had a nose, and everyone had nipples...well, except for that guy over in the corner who didn't have a nose that she could see. Still, to make up for it he appeared to have at least six full sets of nipples.

"So tell me," Wesley said, "how did you and Giles get together."

Buffy shrugged.

"It's a funny thing," she said. "I never thought about him that way at all. Then one night when I was with Riley...as in...with Riley...well...the wrong name popped out. I don't know why or how it happened, but suddenly all I could think of was how much I'd rather be with Giles."

"What did Riley do? Was he mad?" Cordelia asked.

"Mostly he was this really weird combination of resigned and puzzled. Resigned because he'd already figured out I wasn't as into him as he was into me, but really confused because for some reason he had decided I was hot for Spike. Don't ask me why he thought that."

"Perhaps because Riley was confused in more than one direction," Giles snorted. "He'd become convinced that Buffy was obsessed with vampires and refused to entertain any evidence to the contrary."

"But once I burst his bubble and said Giles' name, that was sort of it. He went back to the army, and I had to figure out how to tell Giles I couldn't stop thinking about him."

"What did you do," Cordelia asked.

"Hung around him until he thought I was just moping with the old, lonely guy. Not the most successful Buffy move of all time."

"In my defense, you did rather seem to be mocking me at the time. You insisted on simply being there every time I turned around. You were a pest, frankly."

"Men!" Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Remind me to tell you how clueless Wesley was when I decided to make him mine. But getting back to you and Giles, impasse was reached. How did you get past that?"

"Sex. I showed up one night in my sluttiest outfit, handed him the condoms and ordered him to bed."

"Of course my first reaction was to assume she was under some form of curse or enchantment," Giles said. "But once I'd checked her aura thoroughly, I must admit I was rather keen on the idea."

"I'll say!" Buffy exclaimed. "I've been walking bowlegged ever since!"

"Nonsense," Giles snorted. "Perhaps every other day, but hardly constantly."

"What about you guys?" Buffy said. "There's got to be a story there."

"There really isn't that much to tell," Wesley said. "We simply went out as friends one evening and came back lovers."

"Cordy?"

"Not even close. I'd been angling for at least a month before he caught on." She turned to her lover. "Did you ever wonder why I was suddenly needing rides everywhere and wanting your advice about stuff I'd never in a million years really ask you about? Was there no clue when I asked you to pick what perfume would be best on me?"

"I assumed you needed a disinterested...nose."

"Disinterested...? Do you really think that's the best possible word?"

"Well of course I was interested," Wesley stammered. "I never meant to imply...hardly uninterested. I meant to say that you appeared to think I had no personal stake in the matter. That's what I was trying to convey."

Cordelia rolled her eyes.

"What did I tell you, Buffy? Clueless. He's just lucky he's so damn edible."

The girls giggled. Wesley decided it was time to change the subject.

"Giles," he said, "When did you meet Lorne? How?"

"Yeah, I was wondering that, too," Buffy said. "I know you've got some funky contacts, but an orgy-organizing demon is a bit wacky, even for you."

"It's not so strange, really. Over the years I've come in contact with quite a few demons one way and another," Giles said. "Lorne and I met about seven years ago, on my first trip to California. He had some information about an artifact I was looking for. Never did find the blasted thing in the end, but I had rather a fascinating talk with Lorne. We stayed in touch."

"How touchy-feely are we talking?" Buffy asked.

"No, I've never slept with him," Giles said with a smile. "Despite the fact they organize this every year, Kim isn't interested in sharing. And all appearances to the contrary aside, he's a flaming heterosexual. Pity, really. He's rather attractive."

Buffy just shook her head and giggled. Cordelia stared frankly at Giles.

"You know," she said, "you two are even weirder than I used to think you were."

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