Authors: Dina aka Aerithika Romani aka Darthsindel aka Mirandarose (darkmandosindel@operamail.com) Marie aka Jessica Tepesch jessicatepesch77@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: S/X (duh) B/G W/T A/Wes (implied)
Disclaimer: We don't own them, just play with them
Spoilers: General up to end of season 4 BtVS and season 1 AtS
Summary: Willow and Tara do a spell
Feedback: Yes, Please, We'll Beg
Archive: If you want this, just ask, we'll say yes.
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Buffy and Xander sat at a table in the Bronze on a typical Friday night. Both were dateless. As usual. It wasn’t that they lacked in offers, far from it, in fact. They just were picky about who they wanted, and some nameless face that they couldn’t give a damn about wasn’t what they wanted.
Xander looked over at the pool table where Giles and Spike were playing a game. He sighed and looked back at Buffy, "Tell me, Buff, why can't the person I want notice me, let alone that I actually exist?"
She looked at her friend and said, "I don't know Xand, sometimes people are so blind. Why can't the guy I want notice me?"
Both looked over at the pool table and sighed. Willow and Tara shook their heads at the hopeless expressions on their friends faces.
"I can't believe that Giles hasn't asked Buffy out yet," Tara said with a shy smile to her girlfriend.
“Spike is almost as bad. Come on, have you seen how he stares at Xander all the time. If his look could strip Xander, Xander’d be naked all the time.”
The two witches giggled and decided to do a spell to get the others together.
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Buffy and Xander sat at a table in the Bronze on a typical Saturday night. Both were dateless. Like they were every night. Spike and Giles were over at the pool table once again. It was a pattern that the residents of Sunnydale were growing quite accustomed to.
“She doesn’t like me like I want her to. She never will get over the fact that I am her Watcher. I would give my life for her and you know it, Spike,” Giles complained as he took a drink from his beer bottle.
“You think you have it bad, Rupert? Xander will never think of me as anything but a chipped, soulless vampire, a waste of his space as he once said,” Spike responded, slamming down the rest of his beer and wandering over to the bar to get another.
When Spike walked back to the table Giles said, “Have you seen what she wears? If I didn’t know any better I’d say she was trying drive my out of my bloody mind.”
“I can’t say that I’ve been paying the bint much attention,” Spike rolled his eyes at Giles enraged expression. ““I’ve been spending too much time staring at Xander to notice what Buffy chooses to call fashion nowadays, mate.””
Giles smacked Spike on the arm for calling Buffy a bint.
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Buffy and Xander... you know the drill. Same with Giles and Spike. Willow and Tara walk into the Bronze, each witch carrying two small vials in her hand. Willow walks over to Spike and Giles and starts talking to them about the objects of their affections. Without them noticing she slips the contents of the vials into their drinks and walks off with a truly evil grin. Both Brits are too caught up with drooling over said objects of their affection to notice the look.
At the same time Tara starts talking with Buffy and Xander. As Willow approaches and says hi to her two best friends Tara slips the potion in their drinks. A slow song starts to play and the two witches walk off to dance.
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Buffy and Xander were walking out of the Bronze. Willow, Tara, Giles and Spike following closely. They were all heading out on patrol, in their usual teams. Buffy went with Giles, Spike went with Xander and the witches went together, holding hands as they left the spelled others.
As soon as they were out of sight, Willow said to Tara, “I hope we did the right thing.”
“I’m sure we did,” the blonde responded before giving her a quick kiss.
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Spike and Xander walked through one of Sunnydale’s many graveyards. It was a slow night. So far they had yet to see a single vampire, Spike not included.
“This sucks, Spike. What is this, Undead’s Day Off? And if it is, why haven’t we gotten the memo saying so?”
Spike laughed at that. Slowly he turned to Xander, “We could always do something to pass the time, luv. I am as bored as you are.”
Xander licked his suddenly dry lips as images of what they could do to pass the time raced through his head. Then his mind grinded to a halt. ““What did you just call me?”
“Luv,” Spike answered absently. He had barely uttered the word when he found his personal space invaded by Xander. Before he could say another word his lips were captured in a brutal kiss.
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Giles and Buffy were walking through yet another of Sunnydale’s many graveyards, this one as dead (pun intended) as the one Spike and Xander were currently making out in.
“Just for once, Giles, I would like something I want, no NEED, not to be interrupted by friends, family, vampires, demons and/or the apocalypse. Just once I want to be happy. Is that too much to ask?” her last comment being directed to the Powers That Be.
“No, luv, it’s not,”” Giles responded quietly. ““You, of all the people I know, have given everything. You deserve to be happy.””
Buffy’s eyes widened as she realized what Giles had called her. She suddenly gets a grin Giles had seen only once on her face before, when Faith was in Buffy’s body.
Giles had no time to comprehend what was going with his Slayer as he suddenly found himself flat on his back, Buffy kissing him like there was no tomorrow. He was sure that the apocalypse was coming, for Buffy kissing him surely had to be a sign. So he kissed her back for all he was worth.
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“Hey, no fair, come back,” Spike whined as Xander pulled away to catch his breath.
“Need. To. Catch. My. Breath,”” Xander panted. "Not done with you yet, Spike."
Spike mentally slapped himself. ‘‘Oh yeah, he needs that little thing called oxygen.’’ “Okay. You caught your breath. More snogging,” he said swooping in to capture Xander’s kiss swollen lips.
Xander mumbled his agreement into Spike’s mouth and groan in pleasure as Spike’s hands did wicked things to his body.
Spike pulled away, ““You are wearing too much clothes, luv.””
“You are too, Spike. But I don’t think the graveyard is too smart of a place for us to be doing all the things I plan on doing to you tonight.””
Spike didn’t need any farther encouragement, so he picked Xander up and carried him back to Xander’s basement apartment.
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Willow sat on Tara’s bed. ““I wonder what the others are doing?””
Tara smiled at her, ““Probably what we will be doing in a few seconds.”” Tara turned off the light.
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Buffy sat up on Giles‘ chest to let the two of them catch their breath. Then suddenly, Giles flipped her over with a very Ripper-like leer. He straddled her hips and leaned down to kiss her swollen lips. He kissed a trail to her neck and up to her earlobe, smirking at the moans of pleasure she gave as he gently bit down on it.
Her hands raked down his back and he moaned in pleasure. Suddenly, he found himself on his back again, as she smirked down at him.
Buffy pinned his arms to the ground as she said, ““I don’t think we should finish this here.””
He smirked back up at her, finding a way to free his arms and said, ““I think we are fine right where we are.”” Then he ripped off her shirt. His mouth latched onto her neck, leaving a nice sized hickey, as his hands unfastened her bra.
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Xander had barely closed the door when Spike grabbed him once more and began ripping his clothes off. Spike slowly backed him to the bed and Xander fell back as his knees hit the edge. Spike gave him a truly evil smirk and slowly, far too slowly for Xander’s tastes, began to undress. Every time Xander tried to speed up the process his hands were pushed away and Spike would go back to what he was doing.
When Spike was finally naked he pounced on Xander. Xander moaned as their flesh came in contact. Spike latched his mouth onto Xander’s neck and sucked hard. Xander bucked up against him, wanting, no needing to get closer to him. Spike lifted his face and smiled, truly smiled at Xander. Xander was stunned at the beauty of the face that was staring down at him and shuddered with passion as his lips were captured once more.
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Just as Giles tossed Buffy’s bra over the newest tombstone, a group of fifteen fledglings walked into the graveyard. Buffy and Giles both groaned and stood up.
“Bloody Hell,” Giles spat out in the fledges direction. ““Of all the bloody rotten timing you wankers could have…””
He never got a chance to finish as the first two started to attack. Buffy launched herself at the nearest vamp, seemingly unaware that she was topless. She fought hard and fast, slamming her stake in and out of the vampires’ chests. Giles sat on top of a tombstone enraptured by Buffy’s fluid movements. By the time the last fledge was dust, Buffy was panting hard, and Giles was just hard, like he had before the vampires had shown up. Slowly he pulled off his shirt.
Buffy gave him a confused look and then looked down at her self. She gladly took the offered shirt. ““Luv, I do think we should move this to a more private venue.””
“Huh?” she asked with a confused look. “Oh you mean we should go to your place?””
“Exactly my dear.””
As they walked hand in hand out of the graveyard, Buffy asked, ““Where’s my bra?”
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Not even fifteen minutes after Buffy and Giles had left the graveyard, a lone figure walked through. He noticed a piece of fabric hanging off of a tombstone and picked it up. Angel stared at the bra, knowing it was Buffy’s. He knew because it had been specially made for her, with her name embroidered on it. He had given it to her for her eighteenth birthday. He was puzzled to why it was in the graveyard, and why one of Buffy’s shirts was shredded on the ground.
Fearing the worse he went to her dorm room and noticed she wasn’t there. He had Willow’s room number and walked to the door. Instantly his sensitive sense of smell was over powered by the scent of sex coming from the room.
“Talking to Willow is out. I’ll got talk to Xander.””
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Spike slowly licked a path down Xander’s chest. Xander arched up against his mouth, moaning loud enough to wake his parents upstairs. Spike smirked at the response he was getting from Xander. He had figured out right away that they were under a spell, he had tasted the potion that Willow had slipped into his drink. He knew this wasn’t real but was glad that he was getting this time with Xander.
Apparently he was taking too much time in contemplation, because Xander said, ““If you are having second thoughts, we can stop.””
Spike smiled at Xander, ““No second thoughts, luv. Just thinking about you, about how long I have waited for this.””
Xander smiled, ““Okay. Now no more thinking, more touching.”
“Yes, Sir,”” Spike answered playfully before returning to the task at hand, which was driving Xander mad with pleasure.
Xander would have answered him, if he had been able to form a coherent thought. He was sure that Spike had started sucking his brain out of his cock.
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Wesley walked towards Giles’ condo, wanting to talk to the older Watcher about a troubling demon problem that was headed towards Sunnydale. Unfortunately, he watched a shirtless Giles carrying Buffy into the condo slamming the door shut. Wesley took off his glasses and wiped them off. Putting them back on he got back on his motorcycle and went to look for Angel.
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Buffy giggled as Giles slammed the door, with more force than necessary. He gave her a puzzled look. ““I think you killed the door, Rupert.””
He looked down at her smiling face with amusement and lust as she had called him by his given name for the first time since she had met him. He set her on her feet and proceeded to strip her. She smiled when she was finally naked, then frowned when she looked at his half dressed form. ““You have far too much clothes on, Ripper.””
At the sound of his old nickname coming out of her mouth, dripping with lust, he proceeded to quickly fix that little problem. As soon as he was naked, he scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom.
There he gently lay her on the bed. He stalked around the bed like a large predatory animal, before pouncing on her. She gasped in pleasure as he kiss a trail down her body, starting at her neck.
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Angel walked at a brisk pace towards Xander’s house. He walked to the basement entrance, knowing that Xander lived in the “apartment” there. He walked down the stairs and knocked on the door. He heard a muffled ““Shit!” followed by “Bloody Hell!” He was curios to what was going on. The door was yanked open and a very pissed of looking Spike answered. Angel saw right away that Spike was dressed only in boxers and the Xander shaped lump hiding under the covers. Even if he would have been blind he would have smelt the pheromones, sweat, and other smells that were tell tale signs to just what was going on in the room.
“Well, what do you want, Poof?” Spike asked angrily.
Angel stared at him, his jaw hanging open in shock.
“I don’t have forever, Peaches. What. Do. You. Bloody. Well. Want. Pillock?” Spike ground out between clenched teeth. He had just finished sending Xander into total bliss and was about to move on to the second act when his idiot Sire had knocked on the door.
Angel cleared his throat, ““I was walking through the graveyard and I found Buffy’s shirt ripped to shreds. I also found this,”” he said holding out the bra he had clenched in his hand.
Spike caught Giles’ scent on the bra, and smirked at Angel. ““I’m not sure what it means, but I think you should go find Giles to make sure she is alright. They were patrolling together.””
“I’ll, uh, I’ll do that. Sorry to bug you. Oh,” he called into the room, “if he hurts you, Xander, say the word and he’s dust.””
With that Angel walked off.
Spike broke down in laughter and plopped down on the bed next to his heavily blushing lover.
“Is he gone?” Xander asked, peeking his head out from under the covers.
“Yeah, and he’ll have the surprise of his unlife when he shows up at Giles’ and finds him and Buffy shagging.””
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Angel walked over to Giles’ condo. As he got there he heard Buffy screaming in pleasure. He rushed toward the door and kicked it down. He ran up to the loft. When he reached the room he stopped dead in his tracks. His jaw dropped, and Buffy and Giles noticed the intruder.
“Bloody Hell!” Giles exclaimed. ““What gives you the right to enter without knocking.””
Buffy just giggled from her spot under Giles.
“Umm, I was worried about Buffy, and Spike said she had been with you, and I found this,” he holds up the bra, “in the graveyard, along with her ripped up shirt.””
Buffy started giggling even harder, as Giles started muttering and turning red. Buffy had never seen Angel look so embarrassed. Angel dropped the bra and slowly backed out of the room. Unfortunately, he wasn’t paying attention to what he was doing and tumbled down the stairs.
Buffy giggled once more when she heard him mutter, ““OW!” from downstairs.
Angel turned and fled out of the condo.
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Buffy started kissing Giles’ neck to drive all thoughts of her ex-boyfriend out of his mind. He started to respond to her ministrations, slowly running up and down her back. She broke the kiss and began raking her fingers down his chest. He arched into the contact, his hardness brushing against her thigh. Buffy moaned in ecstasy from the feel of his hard cock brushing against her passion heated skin.
Buffy began kissing the path her fingers had taken shortly before. She continued her path down until she was eye level with his straining manhood. She looked up with an impish grin and engulfed him fully in her mouth. Giles moaned loudly. She started sliding her mouth up and down his had shaft. Giles entwined his fingers into her hair, speeding up her pace. His eyes rolled back into his head, and his breath came in short, ragged pants.
She pulled back until only the head was still in her mouth, then gently bit down. Giles growled in pleasure. Buffy just smirked against her mouthful. Her hand snaked up to fondle his balls. Giles’ head thrashed back and forth on the pillow. Buffy picked the pace, starting to hum as her lips slid up and down his shaft. Giles unconsciously thrust his hips in time to her bobbing. With a shout he came, shooting his essence into her waiting mouth.
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After Spike stopped laughing he began stroking his hand along Xander’s inner thigh. The dark-haired mortal gasped as Spike’s fingers brushed against his cock. Spike watched him with a look of pure lust. Xander reached down and grabbed the blonde, pulling him up for a kiss. Spike was happy to oblige. Xander groaned when Spike’s hand left him.
“Don’t fret, Luv. I’m just getting something.””
“Okay.””
Spike reached into the pocket of his duster and pulled out the tube of lube that was inside. He turned back to Xander and smirked. Slowly he opened the bottle and squirted some onto his hand. Xander gulped. Spike wrapped his lube slicked hand around Xander’s cock, making sure it was fully covered. When he finished he squirted more on his fingers and began preparing himself for Xander. Xander groaned as he watched the look of pure bliss that spread over the vampire’s face.
Spike smirked and slowly lowered himself onto Xander. Xander’s eyes rolled back at the feeling. Spike set a quick pace, growling in pleasure and he rode the dark-haired human.
“Gahh!” Spike shouted as Xander’s hand wrapped around his shaft.
Within a few too short minutes they both came, shouting each other’s name.
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Angel walked absent mindedly through Sunnydale, still in shock at what he had seen. He muttered under his unneeded breath, ““Giles. Buffy. Together. How? When? Why?”” Then his thought raced back to earlier that evening and he muttered, ““Spike. Xander. When did that start? Gahh!””
He was unaware of the motorcycle stopping next to him. He spun around when he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. He looked over at Wesley. ““Spike. Xander. Basement. Buffy. Giles. Loft. Sex. Why?””
Wesley gave him a ““Huh” look, then shook his head. “I’m not sure, perhaps the apocalypse is coming.”
“Maybe, Wes. Everything is acting all apocalyptic. Wes, he’s like her dad,” Angel made an eww face. “And Xander is as straight as... um... something very straight.””
“Are you so sure, Angel? Just because you never saw him with a guy before doesn’t mean he wasn’t interested in any.””
“No. I am SURE that he is straight.””
“Then how do you explain Spike?””
Angel gave Wes a “Duh“ face, “He’s a vampire. That and the fact that he has never just gone after the fairer sex. I know him too well to think otherwise.””
The meaning of Angel’s words sunk in and Wesley started to blush.
“Yes, well. That was an image that I did not need. And I think I can explain the Buffy, Giles situation.””
It was Angel’s turn to give the “Huh“ face, “Explain.””
“It is quite common for a Watcher and Slayer to get involved in a physical relationship. They are usually the only people they are around. So it stands to reason.””
“O-kay. Thank you ever so much for that info.””
“I do think we should find someplace to stay for the day. We won’t be able to get back to L.A. before sunrise.””
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As the sun rose, Buffy and Giles woke up wrapped around each other. Buffy blushed almost as red as Willow’s hair, as the events of the prior evening raced through her mind. Giles was almost as red as she was.
“Umm, morning, Giles. This is in no way awkward. So, how are you this morning?“ Buffy babbled.
Giles looked at her, “Umm, fine, Buffy. And how are you this morning?””
Buffy wanted to crawl under the bed and hide. “Umm, what happened last night?”
“You Bloody well know what happened,”” he said and gave her a look.
Buffy blushed harder than she already was. “Umm, Giles, where are my clothes?””
“Your pants and panties are downstairs somewhere, I can’t remember where I threw them, your bra is on the floor where Angel dropped it, and your shirt is in shreds in the graveyard.””
Buffy pulled the covers tight around her. “Umm, Giles, could you go get me my spare set of clothes?””
Giles just laughed, ‘You know where they are. Get them yourself.””
“What!? I’m naked. You get them.””
“And I’m not?”” He folded his arms across his chest.
Buffy pouted. ““Giles. Please. I’m cold.””
Giles gave her a very British eye roll. ““Buffy, that pout is uncalled for.”” She continued to pout. He wrapped a sheet around himself and went to get her clothes, muttering, “The things I do for my Slayer.”
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Xander woke slowly, wrapped in cool arms. His head was resting on a cool chest. He looked up at the face of the body he was using as a pillow. Spike was still sleeping, his sleep-tousled hair falling over his forehead. Xander slowly pinched himself awake from his dream. “Ow,” he muttered at the pain from the pinch.
“Stop makin‘ so much noise, Luv. ‘‘M tryin‘ to sleep.””
“Spike,” Xander squeaked, then cleared his throat. He tried again, “Spike, what are you doing here, in my bed, naked, with a naked me?”
“Wot? You thought I was gonna leave a warm bed, after being shagged halfway back to life. I think not. ‘Sides I was hopin‘ we’d be able to have a second go at it. That is if you want to. Not gonna pressure you or anything.” While he was saying that his hands slowly ran across Xander’s back.
“Gahh,” Xander said as the naughty vampire smacked him gently on the ass. “Hey. Knock it off. We need to talk. What the hell happened last night? Did we?””
Spike nodded, a smirk on his pale face, “Yep.”
“Did Angel?” Xander asked, mortified.
“Yeah the Poof showed up last night.”
“O-kay. So why did we, umm, shag as you put it?””
“You wanted to, I wanted to, so we did. Simple as that. I don’t regret it. But if you do, tell me now. Cuz if it was just the spell, I’ll understand.”
“Spell? What spell?””
Spike gave an almost Angel-like sigh, “The one Red and that blonde number slipped into our drinks last night.””
Xander’s eyes went wide. “We have to go talk to Giles. Come on Blondie, get dressed.””
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Willow and Tara woke up, both slightly feeling guilty for their meddling. They got dressed and decided to go over to Giles’ to fess up to the spell.
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Angel and Wesley, both confused about the prior night’s events, decided to go over to Giles‘ condo to try to find some answers. Wesley drove over on his motorcycle and Angel went through the sewers.
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Buffy paced the length of Giles‘ living room, trying to figure out what had prompted her actions the night before. Giles sat drinking his fifth cup tea. They looked over as the door opened and Xander and a smoking Spike raced in.
“Slayer, sit down,” Spike growled at the pacing girl.
Buffy looked over at the blonde vampire and sat quickly when she saw the ‘don’t mess with me’ look on his face.
“What is the problem, Spike?” Giles asked, cleaning his glasses so hard that Xander was afraid they would break.
Spike was about to respond when Willow and Tara walked in, both witches looking ashamed.
Just as the door shut it was opened again and Wesley and a smoking Angel walked in.
“Dear Lord, what is the meaning of this gathering?”
Angel looked from Spike and Xander to Giles and Buffy and then to Willow and Tara. “Well, first I go to see if Willow knew where Buffy was and she was having sex with, umm, I never caught your name.”
“Tara,” the blonde responded shyly.
Angel continued, “Then I went over to talk to Xander and he was having sex with Spike.” Angel shoots his childe a dirty look. “And then I come over here and find you two going at it like mad.” Buffy blushes. “Will somebody tell me what is going on here!””
Willow cleared her throat, ““Well, Tara and I did a spell so that those four,” motions to Xander, Spike, Buffy and Giles, “would get the hint and get together. I was just spending the night with my girlfriend.””
“Bloody Hell!” growled Giles, his eyes raised to the ceiling.
“What!” Buffy yelled at the same time.
“Oh! My! God!” Xander said, slumping down next to Spike, who just smirked.
“We’re... we are so sorry. We were just trying to help,” stammers Willow.
Tara hugged her close, telling her that it would be ok.
“You can’t just mess with other people’s lives Willow,” Wesley said.
Spike stood up, “What type of spell was it, Red?”
Tara answered, “Just a spell that let people act out their true desires. It wasn’t to make you do anything you didn’t already want to.”
Buffy understood the meaning and looked hopefully at Giles. He smiled back at her. She hugged him, “You really wanted me?”
“You don’t know how much I want you, Buffy.”
Spike watched the emotions playing over Xander’s face and smiled. With a smirk he leaned down and kissed his dark-haired lover.
“So, umm, you guys aren’t mad at us?” Willow asked.
“No,”” four voices answered in unison.
“I’m actually very grateful,” Giles said.
“Me too,” Buffy said with a grin.
Spike and Xander didn’t add any comment as they were making out.
Angel rolled his eyes. He whispered to Wesley, “Those two hyperactive, chocoholics deserve each other.”
Wesley laughed at his friend’s statement.
Buffy leaned over and placed a soft kiss on Giles’ lips.
Willow whispered to Tara, ““We really should do this to Angel and Wesley, it’s obvious they like each other.”
“Are you sure they like each other like that?” Tara asked.
“It won’t hurt. Besides, you weren’t in town when they both lived here, I was. And Cordelia has told me numerous times how sick and tired she is of their mooning over each other in L.A.”
Spike cleared his throat, “Xan and I are going to be leaving town for a bit. Going on vacation, and all that.”
Giles smiled at Buffy, ““There is a Watcher/Slayer retreat center in Ireland. We could go there for vacation.””
“That would be great,” Buffy said with a grin.
---
Willow and Tara left the airport holding hands. Spike and Xander had left the day before, not sure where they were going. Buffy and Giles had just left for their vacation. They would be returning in a month. Wesley and Angel were back in L.A., happy with the results of the spell. Knowing that they had done the right thing, the two witches went home.
Buffy and Xander sat at a table in the Bronze on a typical Friday night. Both were dateless. As usual. It wasn’t that they lacked in offers, far from it, in fact. They just were picky about who they wanted, and some nameless face that they couldn’t give a damn about wasn’t what they wanted.
Xander looked over at the pool table where Giles and Spike were playing a game. He sighed and looked back at Buffy, "Tell me, Buff, why can't the person I want notice me, let alone that I actually exist?"
She looked at her friend and said, "I don't know Xand, sometimes people are so blind. Why can't the guy I want notice me?"
Both looked over at the pool table and sighed. Willow and Tara shook their heads at the hopeless expressions on their friends faces.
"I can't believe that Giles hasn't asked Buffy out yet," Tara said with a shy smile to her girlfriend.
“Spike is almost as bad. Come on, have you seen how he stares at Xander all the time. If his look could strip Xander, Xander’d be naked all the time.”
The two witches giggled and decided to do a spell to get the others together.
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Buffy and Xander sat at a table in the Bronze on a typical Saturday night. Both were dateless. Like they were every night. Spike and Giles were over at the pool table once again. It was a pattern that the residents of Sunnydale were growing quite accustomed to.
“She doesn’t like me like I want her to. She never will get over the fact that I am her Watcher. I would give my life for her and you know it, Spike,” Giles complained as he took a drink from his beer bottle.
“You think you have it bad, Rupert? Xander will never think of me as anything but a chipped, soulless vampire, a waste of his space as he once said,” Spike responded, slamming down the rest of his beer and wandering over to the bar to get another.
When Spike walked back to the table Giles said, “Have you seen what she wears? If I didn’t know any better I’d say she was trying drive my out of my bloody mind.”
“I can’t say that I’ve been paying the bint much attention,” Spike rolled his eyes at Giles enraged expression. ““I’ve been spending too much time staring at Xander to notice what Buffy chooses to call fashion nowadays, mate.””
Giles smacked Spike on the arm for calling Buffy a bint.
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Buffy and Xander... you know the drill. Same with Giles and Spike. Willow and Tara walk into the Bronze, each witch carrying two small vials in her hand. Willow walks over to Spike and Giles and starts talking to them about the objects of their affections. Without them noticing she slips the contents of the vials into their drinks and walks off with a truly evil grin. Both Brits are too caught up with drooling over said objects of their affection to notice the look.
At the same time Tara starts talking with Buffy and Xander. As Willow approaches and says hi to her two best friends Tara slips the potion in their drinks. A slow song starts to play and the two witches walk off to dance.
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Buffy and Xander were walking out of the Bronze. Willow, Tara, Giles and Spike following closely. They were all heading out on patrol, in their usual teams. Buffy went with Giles, Spike went with Xander and the witches went together, holding hands as they left the spelled others.
As soon as they were out of sight, Willow said to Tara, “I hope we did the right thing.”
“I’m sure we did,” the blonde responded before giving her a quick kiss.
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Spike and Xander walked through one of Sunnydale’s many graveyards. It was a slow night. So far they had yet to see a single vampire, Spike not included.
“This sucks, Spike. What is this, Undead’s Day Off? And if it is, why haven’t we gotten the memo saying so?”
Spike laughed at that. Slowly he turned to Xander, “We could always do something to pass the time, luv. I am as bored as you are.”
Xander licked his suddenly dry lips as images of what they could do to pass the time raced through his head. Then his mind grinded to a halt. ““What did you just call me?”
“Luv,” Spike answered absently. He had barely uttered the word when he found his personal space invaded by Xander. Before he could say another word his lips were captured in a brutal kiss.
---
Giles and Buffy were walking through yet another of Sunnydale’s many graveyards, this one as dead (pun intended) as the one Spike and Xander were currently making out in.
“Just for once, Giles, I would like something I want, no NEED, not to be interrupted by friends, family, vampires, demons and/or the apocalypse. Just once I want to be happy. Is that too much to ask?” her last comment being directed to the Powers That Be.
“No, luv, it’s not,”” Giles responded quietly. ““You, of all the people I know, have given everything. You deserve to be happy.””
Buffy’s eyes widened as she realized what Giles had called her. She suddenly gets a grin Giles had seen only once on her face before, when Faith was in Buffy’s body.
Giles had no time to comprehend what was going with his Slayer as he suddenly found himself flat on his back, Buffy kissing him like there was no tomorrow. He was sure that the apocalypse was coming, for Buffy kissing him surely had to be a sign. So he kissed her back for all he was worth.
---
“Hey, no fair, come back,” Spike whined as Xander pulled away to catch his breath.
“Need. To. Catch. My. Breath,”” Xander panted. "Not done with you yet, Spike."
Spike mentally slapped himself. ‘‘Oh yeah, he needs that little thing called oxygen.’’ “Okay. You caught your breath. More snogging,” he said swooping in to capture Xander’s kiss swollen lips.
Xander mumbled his agreement into Spike’s mouth and groan in pleasure as Spike’s hands did wicked things to his body.
Spike pulled away, ““You are wearing too much clothes, luv.””
“You are too, Spike. But I don’t think the graveyard is too smart of a place for us to be doing all the things I plan on doing to you tonight.””
Spike didn’t need any farther encouragement, so he picked Xander up and carried him back to Xander’s basement apartment.
---
Willow sat on Tara’s bed. ““I wonder what the others are doing?””
Tara smiled at her, ““Probably what we will be doing in a few seconds.”” Tara turned off the light.
---
Buffy sat up on Giles‘ chest to let the two of them catch their breath. Then suddenly, Giles flipped her over with a very Ripper-like leer. He straddled her hips and leaned down to kiss her swollen lips. He kissed a trail to her neck and up to her earlobe, smirking at the moans of pleasure she gave as he gently bit down on it.
Her hands raked down his back and he moaned in pleasure. Suddenly, he found himself on his back again, as she smirked down at him.
Buffy pinned his arms to the ground as she said, ““I don’t think we should finish this here.””
He smirked back up at her, finding a way to free his arms and said, ““I think we are fine right where we are.”” Then he ripped off her shirt. His mouth latched onto her neck, leaving a nice sized hickey, as his hands unfastened her bra.
---
Xander had barely closed the door when Spike grabbed him once more and began ripping his clothes off. Spike slowly backed him to the bed and Xander fell back as his knees hit the edge. Spike gave him a truly evil smirk and slowly, far too slowly for Xander’s tastes, began to undress. Every time Xander tried to speed up the process his hands were pushed away and Spike would go back to what he was doing.
When Spike was finally naked he pounced on Xander. Xander moaned as their flesh came in contact. Spike latched his mouth onto Xander’s neck and sucked hard. Xander bucked up against him, wanting, no needing to get closer to him. Spike lifted his face and smiled, truly smiled at Xander. Xander was stunned at the beauty of the face that was staring down at him and shuddered with passion as his lips were captured once more.
---
Just as Giles tossed Buffy’s bra over the newest tombstone, a group of fifteen fledglings walked into the graveyard. Buffy and Giles both groaned and stood up.
“Bloody Hell,” Giles spat out in the fledges direction. ““Of all the bloody rotten timing you wankers could have…””
He never got a chance to finish as the first two started to attack. Buffy launched herself at the nearest vamp, seemingly unaware that she was topless. She fought hard and fast, slamming her stake in and out of the vampires’ chests. Giles sat on top of a tombstone enraptured by Buffy’s fluid movements. By the time the last fledge was dust, Buffy was panting hard, and Giles was just hard, like he had before the vampires had shown up. Slowly he pulled off his shirt.
Buffy gave him a confused look and then looked down at her self. She gladly took the offered shirt. ““Luv, I do think we should move this to a more private venue.””
“Huh?” she asked with a confused look. “Oh you mean we should go to your place?””
“Exactly my dear.””
As they walked hand in hand out of the graveyard, Buffy asked, ““Where’s my bra?”
---
Not even fifteen minutes after Buffy and Giles had left the graveyard, a lone figure walked through. He noticed a piece of fabric hanging off of a tombstone and picked it up. Angel stared at the bra, knowing it was Buffy’s. He knew because it had been specially made for her, with her name embroidered on it. He had given it to her for her eighteenth birthday. He was puzzled to why it was in the graveyard, and why one of Buffy’s shirts was shredded on the ground.
Fearing the worse he went to her dorm room and noticed she wasn’t there. He had Willow’s room number and walked to the door. Instantly his sensitive sense of smell was over powered by the scent of sex coming from the room.
“Talking to Willow is out. I’ll got talk to Xander.””
---
Spike slowly licked a path down Xander’s chest. Xander arched up against his mouth, moaning loud enough to wake his parents upstairs. Spike smirked at the response he was getting from Xander. He had figured out right away that they were under a spell, he had tasted the potion that Willow had slipped into his drink. He knew this wasn’t real but was glad that he was getting this time with Xander.
Apparently he was taking too much time in contemplation, because Xander said, ““If you are having second thoughts, we can stop.””
Spike smiled at Xander, ““No second thoughts, luv. Just thinking about you, about how long I have waited for this.””
Xander smiled, ““Okay. Now no more thinking, more touching.”
“Yes, Sir,”” Spike answered playfully before returning to the task at hand, which was driving Xander mad with pleasure.
Xander would have answered him, if he had been able to form a coherent thought. He was sure that Spike had started sucking his brain out of his cock.
---
Wesley walked towards Giles’ condo, wanting to talk to the older Watcher about a troubling demon problem that was headed towards Sunnydale. Unfortunately, he watched a shirtless Giles carrying Buffy into the condo slamming the door shut. Wesley took off his glasses and wiped them off. Putting them back on he got back on his motorcycle and went to look for Angel.
---
Buffy giggled as Giles slammed the door, with more force than necessary. He gave her a puzzled look. ““I think you killed the door, Rupert.””
He looked down at her smiling face with amusement and lust as she had called him by his given name for the first time since she had met him. He set her on her feet and proceeded to strip her. She smiled when she was finally naked, then frowned when she looked at his half dressed form. ““You have far too much clothes on, Ripper.””
At the sound of his old nickname coming out of her mouth, dripping with lust, he proceeded to quickly fix that little problem. As soon as he was naked, he scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom.
There he gently lay her on the bed. He stalked around the bed like a large predatory animal, before pouncing on her. She gasped in pleasure as he kiss a trail down her body, starting at her neck.
---
Angel walked at a brisk pace towards Xander’s house. He walked to the basement entrance, knowing that Xander lived in the “apartment” there. He walked down the stairs and knocked on the door. He heard a muffled ““Shit!” followed by “Bloody Hell!” He was curios to what was going on. The door was yanked open and a very pissed of looking Spike answered. Angel saw right away that Spike was dressed only in boxers and the Xander shaped lump hiding under the covers. Even if he would have been blind he would have smelt the pheromones, sweat, and other smells that were tell tale signs to just what was going on in the room.
“Well, what do you want, Poof?” Spike asked angrily.
Angel stared at him, his jaw hanging open in shock.
“I don’t have forever, Peaches. What. Do. You. Bloody. Well. Want. Pillock?” Spike ground out between clenched teeth. He had just finished sending Xander into total bliss and was about to move on to the second act when his idiot Sire had knocked on the door.
Angel cleared his throat, ““I was walking through the graveyard and I found Buffy’s shirt ripped to shreds. I also found this,”” he said holding out the bra he had clenched in his hand.
Spike caught Giles’ scent on the bra, and smirked at Angel. ““I’m not sure what it means, but I think you should go find Giles to make sure she is alright. They were patrolling together.””
“I’ll, uh, I’ll do that. Sorry to bug you. Oh,” he called into the room, “if he hurts you, Xander, say the word and he’s dust.””
With that Angel walked off.
Spike broke down in laughter and plopped down on the bed next to his heavily blushing lover.
“Is he gone?” Xander asked, peeking his head out from under the covers.
“Yeah, and he’ll have the surprise of his unlife when he shows up at Giles’ and finds him and Buffy shagging.””
---
Angel walked over to Giles’ condo. As he got there he heard Buffy screaming in pleasure. He rushed toward the door and kicked it down. He ran up to the loft. When he reached the room he stopped dead in his tracks. His jaw dropped, and Buffy and Giles noticed the intruder.
“Bloody Hell!” Giles exclaimed. ““What gives you the right to enter without knocking.””
Buffy just giggled from her spot under Giles.
“Umm, I was worried about Buffy, and Spike said she had been with you, and I found this,” he holds up the bra, “in the graveyard, along with her ripped up shirt.””
Buffy started giggling even harder, as Giles started muttering and turning red. Buffy had never seen Angel look so embarrassed. Angel dropped the bra and slowly backed out of the room. Unfortunately, he wasn’t paying attention to what he was doing and tumbled down the stairs.
Buffy giggled once more when she heard him mutter, ““OW!” from downstairs.
Angel turned and fled out of the condo.
---
Buffy started kissing Giles’ neck to drive all thoughts of her ex-boyfriend out of his mind. He started to respond to her ministrations, slowly running up and down her back. She broke the kiss and began raking her fingers down his chest. He arched into the contact, his hardness brushing against her thigh. Buffy moaned in ecstasy from the feel of his hard cock brushing against her passion heated skin.
Buffy began kissing the path her fingers had taken shortly before. She continued her path down until she was eye level with his straining manhood. She looked up with an impish grin and engulfed him fully in her mouth. Giles moaned loudly. She started sliding her mouth up and down his had shaft. Giles entwined his fingers into her hair, speeding up her pace. His eyes rolled back into his head, and his breath came in short, ragged pants.
She pulled back until only the head was still in her mouth, then gently bit down. Giles growled in pleasure. Buffy just smirked against her mouthful. Her hand snaked up to fondle his balls. Giles’ head thrashed back and forth on the pillow. Buffy picked the pace, starting to hum as her lips slid up and down his shaft. Giles unconsciously thrust his hips in time to her bobbing. With a shout he came, shooting his essence into her waiting mouth.
---
After Spike stopped laughing he began stroking his hand along Xander’s inner thigh. The dark-haired mortal gasped as Spike’s fingers brushed against his cock. Spike watched him with a look of pure lust. Xander reached down and grabbed the blonde, pulling him up for a kiss. Spike was happy to oblige. Xander groaned when Spike’s hand left him.
“Don’t fret, Luv. I’m just getting something.””
“Okay.””
Spike reached into the pocket of his duster and pulled out the tube of lube that was inside. He turned back to Xander and smirked. Slowly he opened the bottle and squirted some onto his hand. Xander gulped. Spike wrapped his lube slicked hand around Xander’s cock, making sure it was fully covered. When he finished he squirted more on his fingers and began preparing himself for Xander. Xander groaned as he watched the look of pure bliss that spread over the vampire’s face.
Spike smirked and slowly lowered himself onto Xander. Xander’s eyes rolled back at the feeling. Spike set a quick pace, growling in pleasure and he rode the dark-haired human.
“Gahh!” Spike shouted as Xander’s hand wrapped around his shaft.
Within a few too short minutes they both came, shouting each other’s name.
---
Angel walked absent mindedly through Sunnydale, still in shock at what he had seen. He muttered under his unneeded breath, ““Giles. Buffy. Together. How? When? Why?”” Then his thought raced back to earlier that evening and he muttered, ““Spike. Xander. When did that start? Gahh!””
He was unaware of the motorcycle stopping next to him. He spun around when he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. He looked over at Wesley. ““Spike. Xander. Basement. Buffy. Giles. Loft. Sex. Why?””
Wesley gave him a ““Huh” look, then shook his head. “I’m not sure, perhaps the apocalypse is coming.”
“Maybe, Wes. Everything is acting all apocalyptic. Wes, he’s like her dad,” Angel made an eww face. “And Xander is as straight as... um... something very straight.””
“Are you so sure, Angel? Just because you never saw him with a guy before doesn’t mean he wasn’t interested in any.””
“No. I am SURE that he is straight.””
“Then how do you explain Spike?””
Angel gave Wes a “Duh“ face, “He’s a vampire. That and the fact that he has never just gone after the fairer sex. I know him too well to think otherwise.””
The meaning of Angel’s words sunk in and Wesley started to blush.
“Yes, well. That was an image that I did not need. And I think I can explain the Buffy, Giles situation.””
It was Angel’s turn to give the “Huh“ face, “Explain.””
“It is quite common for a Watcher and Slayer to get involved in a physical relationship. They are usually the only people they are around. So it stands to reason.””
“O-kay. Thank you ever so much for that info.””
“I do think we should find someplace to stay for the day. We won’t be able to get back to L.A. before sunrise.””
---
As the sun rose, Buffy and Giles woke up wrapped around each other. Buffy blushed almost as red as Willow’s hair, as the events of the prior evening raced through her mind. Giles was almost as red as she was.
“Umm, morning, Giles. This is in no way awkward. So, how are you this morning?“ Buffy babbled.
Giles looked at her, “Umm, fine, Buffy. And how are you this morning?””
Buffy wanted to crawl under the bed and hide. “Umm, what happened last night?”
“You Bloody well know what happened,”” he said and gave her a look.
Buffy blushed harder than she already was. “Umm, Giles, where are my clothes?””
“Your pants and panties are downstairs somewhere, I can’t remember where I threw them, your bra is on the floor where Angel dropped it, and your shirt is in shreds in the graveyard.””
Buffy pulled the covers tight around her. “Umm, Giles, could you go get me my spare set of clothes?””
Giles just laughed, ‘You know where they are. Get them yourself.””
“What!? I’m naked. You get them.””
“And I’m not?”” He folded his arms across his chest.
Buffy pouted. ““Giles. Please. I’m cold.””
Giles gave her a very British eye roll. ““Buffy, that pout is uncalled for.”” She continued to pout. He wrapped a sheet around himself and went to get her clothes, muttering, “The things I do for my Slayer.”
---
Xander woke slowly, wrapped in cool arms. His head was resting on a cool chest. He looked up at the face of the body he was using as a pillow. Spike was still sleeping, his sleep-tousled hair falling over his forehead. Xander slowly pinched himself awake from his dream. “Ow,” he muttered at the pain from the pinch.
“Stop makin‘ so much noise, Luv. ‘‘M tryin‘ to sleep.””
“Spike,” Xander squeaked, then cleared his throat. He tried again, “Spike, what are you doing here, in my bed, naked, with a naked me?”
“Wot? You thought I was gonna leave a warm bed, after being shagged halfway back to life. I think not. ‘Sides I was hopin‘ we’d be able to have a second go at it. That is if you want to. Not gonna pressure you or anything.” While he was saying that his hands slowly ran across Xander’s back.
“Gahh,” Xander said as the naughty vampire smacked him gently on the ass. “Hey. Knock it off. We need to talk. What the hell happened last night? Did we?””
Spike nodded, a smirk on his pale face, “Yep.”
“Did Angel?” Xander asked, mortified.
“Yeah the Poof showed up last night.”
“O-kay. So why did we, umm, shag as you put it?””
“You wanted to, I wanted to, so we did. Simple as that. I don’t regret it. But if you do, tell me now. Cuz if it was just the spell, I’ll understand.”
“Spell? What spell?””
Spike gave an almost Angel-like sigh, “The one Red and that blonde number slipped into our drinks last night.””
Xander’s eyes went wide. “We have to go talk to Giles. Come on Blondie, get dressed.””
---
Willow and Tara woke up, both slightly feeling guilty for their meddling. They got dressed and decided to go over to Giles’ to fess up to the spell.
---
Angel and Wesley, both confused about the prior night’s events, decided to go over to Giles‘ condo to try to find some answers. Wesley drove over on his motorcycle and Angel went through the sewers.
---
Buffy paced the length of Giles‘ living room, trying to figure out what had prompted her actions the night before. Giles sat drinking his fifth cup tea. They looked over as the door opened and Xander and a smoking Spike raced in.
“Slayer, sit down,” Spike growled at the pacing girl.
Buffy looked over at the blonde vampire and sat quickly when she saw the ‘don’t mess with me’ look on his face.
“What is the problem, Spike?” Giles asked, cleaning his glasses so hard that Xander was afraid they would break.
Spike was about to respond when Willow and Tara walked in, both witches looking ashamed.
Just as the door shut it was opened again and Wesley and a smoking Angel walked in.
“Dear Lord, what is the meaning of this gathering?”
Angel looked from Spike and Xander to Giles and Buffy and then to Willow and Tara. “Well, first I go to see if Willow knew where Buffy was and she was having sex with, umm, I never caught your name.”
“Tara,” the blonde responded shyly.
Angel continued, “Then I went over to talk to Xander and he was having sex with Spike.” Angel shoots his childe a dirty look. “And then I come over here and find you two going at it like mad.” Buffy blushes. “Will somebody tell me what is going on here!””
Willow cleared her throat, ““Well, Tara and I did a spell so that those four,” motions to Xander, Spike, Buffy and Giles, “would get the hint and get together. I was just spending the night with my girlfriend.””
“Bloody Hell!” growled Giles, his eyes raised to the ceiling.
“What!” Buffy yelled at the same time.
“Oh! My! God!” Xander said, slumping down next to Spike, who just smirked.
“We’re... we are so sorry. We were just trying to help,” stammers Willow.
Tara hugged her close, telling her that it would be ok.
“You can’t just mess with other people’s lives Willow,” Wesley said.
Spike stood up, “What type of spell was it, Red?”
Tara answered, “Just a spell that let people act out their true desires. It wasn’t to make you do anything you didn’t already want to.”
Buffy understood the meaning and looked hopefully at Giles. He smiled back at her. She hugged him, “You really wanted me?”
“You don’t know how much I want you, Buffy.”
Spike watched the emotions playing over Xander’s face and smiled. With a smirk he leaned down and kissed his dark-haired lover.
“So, umm, you guys aren’t mad at us?” Willow asked.
“No,”” four voices answered in unison.
“I’m actually very grateful,” Giles said.
“Me too,” Buffy said with a grin.
Spike and Xander didn’t add any comment as they were making out.
Angel rolled his eyes. He whispered to Wesley, “Those two hyperactive, chocoholics deserve each other.”
Wesley laughed at his friend’s statement.
Buffy leaned over and placed a soft kiss on Giles’ lips.
Willow whispered to Tara, ““We really should do this to Angel and Wesley, it’s obvious they like each other.”
“Are you sure they like each other like that?” Tara asked.
“It won’t hurt. Besides, you weren’t in town when they both lived here, I was. And Cordelia has told me numerous times how sick and tired she is of their mooning over each other in L.A.”
Spike cleared his throat, “Xan and I are going to be leaving town for a bit. Going on vacation, and all that.”
Giles smiled at Buffy, ““There is a Watcher/Slayer retreat center in Ireland. We could go there for vacation.””
“That would be great,” Buffy said with a grin.
---
Willow and Tara left the airport holding hands. Spike and Xander had left the day before, not sure where they were going. Buffy and Giles had just left for their vacation. They would be returning in a month. Wesley and Angel were back in L.A., happy with the results of the spell. Knowing that they had done the right thing, the two witches went home.
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