Fic: Triune (13/?) B/W/T NC-17

["TheBear" <thebear@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Title: Triune

Author: The Bear!

Spoilers: up through season 5

Pairing: Buffy/Willow/Tara (Some of the other Scoobies might get a
little some-some as well)

Summary: Ends the Triad Trilogy- Sequel to the Please Trilogy. The new
Triad deals with an angry Hellgod and new relationships are on the
horizon

Warnings: NC17 Ahoy! I Love BDSM. I Love chains and whips. I love
Sex! If any of these gives you the wiggins, then so will this story.
(Part 13 is back to the promised NC17 goodness! Oh, and sorry about the
somewhat redundant ending, I just couldn't help myself!]

Disclaimer: If I owned 'em, they'd have to show it on the Ecstasy
Network.

========== BtVS ==========

Part 13

========== BtVS ==========

Xander helped Cordelia into her apartment, her back obviously bothering
her. She hadn't been very talkative as they drove, preferring to hold
her head in her hands as though trying to keep it attached.

They made it to the couch and Xander asked, "Where's your aspirin?"

Cordelia chuckled weakly, thinking how funny it was to imagine that
aspirin could help her. "Prescription, medicine cabinet, down the hall
on the left." She said quietly, trying not to make the pain any worse
than it already was.

Xander came back a moment later with two little yellow pills and a glass
of water. He paused for just a second to look at his ex-high school
sweetheart. Her face was as beautiful as ever, except that it was
scrunched up, wincing in anguish. He felt his heart go out to her; he
never could stand to see a woman in pain. 

"Cordy," he spoke softly. "Here, take these." 

Cordelia leaned forward to take the Dilaudid from Xander and whimpered
slightly when her back spasmed, adding to her lot of suffering for the
evening. After she swallowed the pills, she leaned back and said, "You
can go now. I'll be alright." She was afraid that if he stayed, she
might break down in front of him, that she might look weak in front of
one of the Scooby gang. She was afraid they'd find out what a failure
she was.

For a moment, Xander stiffened in anger at being dismissed out of hand.
However, he knew Cordelia Chase. She might have changed in the time
since he'd seen her, but he knew that her bitchy front was only a mask.
Right now, the pain behind the mask was coming out, and he wouldn't let
it keep him from doing what little he could to help her. 

"You know, I've picked up a thing or two since the last time I saw you,"
he said evenly. "I could help you with that backache."

Cordelia vacillated for a moment, torn between her fear of discovery,
and her weariness of being alone all the time.

He tried again, "All kidding aside, Cordy. I really could help."

Loneliness and pain won out over fear. She nodded her head, "Okay."

Xander smiled, happy to be of help to somebody. His whole life had been
defined by two things; wanting to get the hell away from his parents and
everything they represented, and wanting to help his friends any way he
could. He still resented it when the others tried to leave him out of
things for his own safety. His safety meant way less to him than
helping Buffy and Willow. For once, however, he was glad to be left
behind. Cordelia obviously needed him more than Buffy did right now,
and that was ok. Just so long as he got to help somebody. 

He hoped that somehow Angel wouldn't find out about the girls tonight,
though. He really wanted to be there to see that.

"Do you have any baby oil, or something like that?" he asked.

"Uh, there's some massage oil in the medicine cabinet," she said, almost
sheepishly.

Xander raised an eyebrow, but kept his mouth shut about it. "Ok, I'll
go get that, you take off your shirt and lie down," he said as he walked
away, not even thinking that she might be uncomfortable doing that.
Massages required bare skin- end of story.

Cordelia hesitated for a moment, but then felt foolish. "Were adults
now. No problem." She thought. She did wince a few times getting the
shirt off, but managed it without any debilitating pain. She blushed
when she realized she had on one of her lacier Victoria's Secret bras.
She blushed even harder when she realized that she was glad she did.
She managed to stretch out on the couch, hissing in pain as she moved.
Her back was stiffening up, and it was probably a good thing Xander had
offered to do this, or she'd have been nearly crippled in the morning.

It had nothing at all to do with wanting the feel of a man's hands on
her skin. absolutely nothing.

Xander again paused for a moment on his return, taking in the sight of
Cordelia's nearly naked back. She still had really beautiful skin,
evenly tanned and almost flawless. His eyes moved down past the
waistline of her pants to take in her wonderfully rounded butt. He
remembered many times stroking and grabbing that toned butt- always
through clothes, but still. She definitely had a great backside.

Cordelia had heard him return, and wondered what he was doing. She
turned her head enough to see him just standing there, looking at her.
"Xander? You wanna stop staring at my ass and get to work here?"
Though she'd never admit it to him, she wasn't mad at all. It was nice
to have someone look at her like that, without being a complete jerk
about it like that damn director.

Xander blushed at being busted, but he wasn't the awkward geek he'd been
in High School. He managed not to stumble over his words as he said,
"Sorry Cordy." After a moment, he added, "You're still as beautiful as
you ever were in High School."

"Did you just complement me?" Cordelia asked, shocked.

"Yeah, I guess I did. Sorry about that," Xander joked. He climbed onto
the couch, straddling her thighs, and trying to ignore the pressure in
his jeans. "Totally platonic, Xan," he told himself. He opened the
bottle of massage oil and noticed that it was still sealed. "New
bottle?" he thought, "Interesting." He thought if she had a boyfriend,
she'd have wanted to have him over, not Xander. But why would someone
buy a bottle of massage oil if they didn't have anyone to use it with?

Cordelia smiled when Xander opened the bottle and the smell filled the
room. She loved sandalwood.

Xander poured a generous amount into his hand and held it for a moment,
letting it warm up. He rubbed his hands together and then, beginning at
her shoulders he began lightly kneading her flesh, looking to find the
area of injury before digging in too strongly. At the same time he
enjoyed the feel of her skin under his hands. Cordy always had such
amazing skin, nearly flawless. 

Cordelia sighed as Xander began to massage her back. She preferred a
hard massage, but who was she to look a gift massage in the mouth? Just
having someone paying such attention to her was nice. She hadn't had
that in quite a while. When he got to her bra, she felt him hesitate,
Biting her lip for a moment, she came to a decision and said, "It's ok,
Xander. go ahead and open it." She felt a little shiver go through her
when he snapped his fingers and the bra fell open.

Xander wiped his fingers on the towel he brought, and pinched the bra
clasp before him, snapping his fingers and undoing the catch in one
quick move. "Thank you, Anya," he thought. He resumed his massage,
still thinking platonically. but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't
interested in more. He was single, used to large quantities of sex, and
Cordelia was a beautiful girl. He resolved not to press, but if she
made any indication that she might be amenable, he wasn't going to say
no.

Not having had the money for a masseuse, and having been single for far
too long, Cordelia hadn't enjoyed this type of attention in a long, long
time. After a minute, she felt herself begin to tense up as he
approached the knotted muscle in her lower back.

Xander could tell that he was getting close to the source of pain as she
started to tighten up. He could feel the hard knot of muscle along her
spine and he began to gently rub over it, warming it up. He spent
several minutes applying gentle pressure, working it in a circular
motion, paying careful attention to Cordelia's little gasps and whimpers
to make sure he was pressing hard enough to do some good, while not so
hard as to inflict even more pain. After nearly ten minutes of working
it, he felt the stiff muscle relax and let go.

Cordelia sighed heavily in relief as she felt the catch in her back
unknot and the pain go away. She would have been grateful if he'd done
no more than that, but instead of stopping, he began to move up from
there, really working her muscles now in the kind of hard massage she
absolutely loved. "Damn, you're good!" she unconsciously moaned, her
mind not filtering her thoughts in time to stop the sentiment from
popping out of her mouth. She mentally cringed at the thought of giving
Xander Harris a clean shot at such innuendo, not to mention feeding his
ego.

Xander ignored the obvious comeback and just said, "Thanks, I had a very
demanding teacher." His head did swell a little at the compliment,
though.

"That blond girl that came with you guys? What was her name?" she
asked, trying to sound nonchalant. 

Xander grinned madly, but didn't let up on the massage as he said,
"Tara? What about her?" deliberately not addressing the unspoken
question.

"Did she teach you how to do this?" she asked, still not coming to the
real point.

"Nope," Xander answered, egging her on.

"Screw nonchalant!" Cordelia thought. "So. is she like your girlfriend
or what?"

Xander chuckled at that. "She still hasn't embraced the concept of
tact," he thought humorously. "Tara's a great person, but I don't think
her girlfriends would be too happy with the thought of me and her
hooking up."

"Her girlfriend? She's gay?" Cordelia said, feeling strangely relieved.
She was getting annoyed with herself- "No way I'm getting back together
with Xander!" she told herself firmly. She missed entirely the 's' at
the end of girlfriends.

Xander continued to knead Cordelia's flesh, a wry smile on his face as
he reduced his long ex into a state of total relaxation. He internally
chuckled as even her questions were taking on a lazy, almost sleepy
quality. He imagined she would wake up a bit when he finished this
conversation. "Yeah, she's a 'girls only' kind of girl." he paused a
moment before dropping the first bomb, "Not like her girlfriends."

"Mmm," Cordelia hummed. Then, she realized what he'd said.
"Girlfriends? Zz as in plural, as in more than one?"

Xander chuckled out loud at that. "Yep" he answered simply.

Cordelia, her headache and backache completely abated by Xander's magic
touch, suddenly spun beneath him, so that she was laying face up.

Xander snatched his hands up as Cordy moved beneath him. Now he was
frozen, his oil covered hands in the air as though he was being held at
gun point. He tried and failed to keep his eyes on hers, they were
inexorably drawn down to her generous breasts, only partially covered as
she held her bra to her chest with one hand.

"Xander!" she exclaimed. "Ok, spill. How many, and do I know any of
them? And, if she's not your girlfriend, why is she hanging with you
guys? She doesn't look like much of a fighter. Put your hands down."

Xander had to laugh at her for that, but it came out a little strangled.
Beautiful, half-naked girl between his legs- already half erect from
giving the massage, Xander's cock was now straining against his zipper
rather uncomfortably. He slowly lowered his hands and grabbed the towel
to get some of the excess oil off as he answered her questions. He
started with the last question, "Uh, she's a witch."

Cordelia's mind raced, "Like Willow, huh?" she asked. Her mouth kept
going independently of her mind and she said, "So her and Willow." her
mind instantly caught up- "Oh my God, her and Willow?" Her eyes got big
and she said, "Her and Willow? They're. Willow's gay?!"

Xander couldn't help but laugh at Cordelia's shocked look. "Actually,
Willow's bi- not gay."

"Whatever!" she said dismissively, "The point is. she and Tara are
lovers?"

Xander just nodded.

"Oh my God!" Cordy said, lost in thought for a moment. "So much for
wolf-boy." she muttered. "What happened to Oz?"

Xander's face darkened and his smile fell away as he remembered that
time. "He left," he said simply.

Cordelia could tell he didn't want to talk about that event, and even
though her curiosity was peaked, she was hesitant to bring it up.
Suddenly she recalled the other part of the equation and thoughts of Oz
flew from her mind. "Wait a minute, Willow is sleeping with Tara, *and*
someone else? What, you guys got some kind of Scooby Orgy thing going
on? Who else is in this little group? How many are there?"

Xander laughed at the spate of questions.

"Buffy's not in this thing, right?" Cordelia asked, thinking that it was
ridiculous even as she said it. She only asked to get it out of the way
so she could find out who else was sleeping with Willow and this new
girl. She waited for him to answer. She waited some more.

Xander just looked at her with a huge grin on his face, waiting for her
to put it together.

"Why does he have that stupid grin on his face?" she wondered.

Xander waggled his eyebrows at her.

Cordelia's eyes got huge and her face went slack with astonishment.
"No. No! No way!" she reached up and slapped him in the chest as she
continued, "Xander! No Freaking way! Buffy's sleeping with Willow?!"
She shouted, shocked beyond belief.

Xander just nodded his head, "Yep, shocked the hell outta me too when I
found out."

"Are there more?" she asked, thinking 'no way' but not sure after the
last shocker.

"Nope, I guess three was enough." Xander replied with a smirk.

Cordelia lay back and shook her head, "Buffy and Willow. gay. I would
never have thought that in a million years." She wasn't jealous of
either of them for having each other, but she was jealous in general.
She hadn't had a positive relationship since. Actually, since Xander-
and that one hadn't ended on a positive note. Aside from the
no-relationship issue, she hadn't even had a pleasant romantic encounter
in way too long. "I need to get laid!" she thought. "What about you?"
she asked.

"Me? No way, definitely not gay; despite what Larry might have thought,
but he's dead, so who have you been talking to?" Xander babbled. 

"God! Homophobic much?" Cordy said, exasperated. "I didn't ask if you
were gay, I just wanted to know if you were seeing anybody. Jeez!"

Xander looked sheepish as he said, "Oh, I, uh. it's just that. for some
reason. Larry thought. uh, that is. uh, no. No girlfriend."

Cordelia just said, "Oh." She was thinking of a way to make this happen
without just coming out and saying it.

Xander was having a hard time ignoring the pressure in his jeans. He
needed to get up off the couch and leave before he embarrassed himself.
He moved to get up, but stopped when Cordy put her hand on his leg.

Cordy thought frantically of something to say before Xander got up and
walked away. "Uh, so. it's not a full massage then?"

Xander stopped and looked like he wasn't sure what she was saying.

"I mean, you only did the back." she said in a half shy, half sultry
voice.

Xander settled back down, resting on his knees and her thighs. He was
hyperaware of his position, all he would have to do is lean forward
slightly and they'd be practically dry-humping. He put his hands down
tentatively resting them on the sides of her abdomen. His mouth went
dry and he had to restrain himself from stroking his hands across her
belly. His voice was a little hoarse as he asked, "What are you asking
me for, Cordy?"

As she looked into his eyes, she saw no trace of derision, nor any of
the expected smugness. All she saw was his desire to give her anything
she wanted at that moment. Still, she hesitated.

When Xander looked into her eyes, he saw need and desire, and a little
fear. He let his hands slowly move up her torso, only a few inches
before moving them back down again. His own breath caught, mirroring
her slight gasp, and he spoke in a quiet voice, "Cordelia. tell me what
you want from me, anything you want, I'll give it to you if I can."

"I want." Cordelia had to take a breath and hold back the emotion that
threatened to choke her. "I want to have one night. I'm not looking for
more than that. Just one night of. One night of sleeping in your
arms, and waking up not alone." She put her hands on top of his and
guided them up to the edge of her loosened bra, staring seriously into
his eyes, she asked, "Can you give me that, Xander?"

Xander pulled one hand away from her so he could brace himself against
the couch and leaned forward till their noses were almost touching. He
moved his other hand beneath her bra and ever-so-gently cupping and
stroking the side of her breast. "I can give you that," he whispered
before softly kissing her.

Cordelia whimpered at the gentle kiss and moved her hands to his back,
sliding down to his butt and pulling him firmly against her.

Xander grunted as his confined cock was pressed into Cordelia's pelvis.
He couldn't help but grind against her as he deepened their kiss.

Cordelia's whimper degenerated into a loud moan as she felt his erection
pressing against her through their jeans. She clutched his muscular ass
tightly in her hands, eliciting an even deeper grunt from her soon-to-be
lover.

Xander pulled away, ignoring Cordy's "No!" and moving off of the couch.
Before she could protest further, he grasped her hand and pulled her to
her feet, mindful of her still sore back. "Come on, lets move this to
the bedroom," he said- his voice full of emotion and his eyes dilated
with need.

Cordelia purred, "Good idea!" and led the way

========== BtVS ==========

Having seen to Dawn's need for food and leaving her in the living room
watching something loud on the television, Giles went back to the
bedroom he shared with his new lover, eagerly anticipating what was in
store for him. 

Joyce had barely been able to keep her hands off of him for the time it
took to get them back to the converted warehouse they were staying in.
She had virtually raced back to the bedroom and immediately started
shedding her clothes. She felt wanton and wild. "and pretty darn
horny!" She didn't just need him; she needed him with a passion that
demanded to be met with commanding strength. She needed that dangerous,
powerful man who had defended his women- who without even breaking a
sweat, smashed that jackal that sought to hurt them. She needed Ripper.

Giles had barely closed the bedroom door behind him before he was struck
dumb by the sight of his lover standing there, naked as the day she was
born, waiting for him. 

"Rupert, I need you. right now!" she said.

Giles quickly began to shed his clothes. He almost moaned out loud when
he saw Joyce begin to play with her nipples as she stood before him. He
nearly lost his balance as he struggled with his shoes while the wicked
woman blatantly licked a single finger and brought it down between her
legs.

Joyce almost laughed at the look on his face when she pressed one finger
up into herself, deliberately groaning at the sensation. When she
brought the finger back to her mouth and slowly licked it clean, humming
in pleasure, he froze in place, one foot up in the air, the sock half
way off. 

He finally shed his last piece of clothing and stepped toward her
purposefully. She raised one hand between them when he sought to
embrace her. "Rupert, please." she said, her voice husky.

"Yes?" he rasped, ready to promise her anything at that point.

"Please. don't be gentle." She said, her eyes wide and filled with lust
and longing.

A little of the restraint that made the difference between Rupert Giles
and Ripper slipped away at that. Giles stepped up against the object of
his desire and crushed his lips against hers in a hard, possessive kiss;
walking her backwards till her legs hit the edge of the bed.

Joyce moaned into the kiss, feeling herself melt up against her man.
This is what she wanted- to be taken, not against her will, but taken
nevertheless. Right now she wanted him to prove that she was his, that
she belonged to him. Just as he had protected her and her daughter
against the danger of the armed robber who had accosted them less than
an hour ago, she wanted him to again stake his claim.

Giles broke the kiss, pulling at her lower lip with his teeth. He felt
his cock go iron hard as she whimpered her acceptance of his claim on
her. He spun her around, pushing her legs against the bed, but holding
her upright and pressed against him so that her ass was pressed against
his erection. He held her there with one arm against her lower torso
and the other across her ribcage. He pinched and toyed with one nipple
while nipping her neck below one ear. He growled, "Is this what you
wanted, hmm? Do you want me to take you, show you that you belong to
me?" as he rubbed himself against her beautiful bum.

"Oh God yes!" Joyce breathed heavily. "Take me!"

"On the bed, on your knees!" he commanded.

Joyce got up onto the bed on her knees, spread wide apart, leaving her
open and exposed wantonly. She felt a delicious thrill at being naughty
and out of control. She kept mumbling, "Yes, take me! Oh God yes!"

Giles bent her forward until her face was down on the duvet, arms
outstretched in front of her. He was still standing on the floor, bent
over her body and rubbing his cock over her gaping wetness. His voice
was thick and rumbly as he felt the rush of power run through him.
There was nothing in the world like a woman offering herself to you,
begging to be taken, pleading to be laid hard and fast.

Joyce shuddered and cried out as her lover entered her hard, burying
himself deeply within her in one fast stroke. She felt exhultant as he
began to set a pace of withdrawing almost completely, and then driving
forward again quickly, his lap slapping against her thighs and ass with
a smack. "Yes!" she cried. "Just like that, Rupert!"

Giles stood back up and grabbed on to Joyce's hips pulling her against
him with each stroke, pounding himself into her roughly. Any worry he
had about being to aggressive was wiped out when she began to rock hard
against him and she cried out, "Harder Rupert! Oh please, harder!"

Joyce hadn't had sex like this since she was a teenager! She knew she
was going to be so sore tomorrow, but it would be worth it! This was
the thing that had been missing from her life since far before her
marriage. She could feel the beginnings of a mind-blowing orgasm
coiling up inside her and her hands grabbed on to the bedcover as though
she was hanging on for her life.

Giles had sweat running down his face and dripping onto his chest and
stomach as he drove home again and again, his fingers digging into the
soft flesh of her hips and their bodies smacking loudly. His strokes
grew shorter and faster with each minute passing and he had to exert
iron control to keep from finishing before her.

Joyce's voice had degraded into a near-constant moaning as her body
tensed like a drawn bow. She thought her muscles might snap under the
strain as she was driven inexorably forward toward the precipice of
pleasure. When she finally tipped over the edge, her release shot
through her and she came shrieking her lovers name- as though burning it
into the very fabric of reality for all time to come.

When Giles could restrain himself no longer and thought he'd have to
give up, his endurance was rewarded. Her cry was like an arrow to his
heart, piercing it so that his emotions hemorrhaged forth just as his
body's release surged out of him, filing his lover to overflowing. He
could barely stand after the force of his orgasm and he shakily stepped
back from her then collapsed onto the bed. 

Joyce had just enough strength to crawl forward and drape herself over
her spent lover. 

Giles lightly rubbed Joyce's back and breathed out, "Are you alright?"

Joyce managed a weak chuckle, "More than alright, Rupert. Or should I
say, Ripper?"

Giles smiled, "I meant, I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Joyce shook her head a little, thinking, "Makes me cum screaming, and
still the gentleman." She answered his question, "As long as we don't
plan on doing much walking tomorrow, I think I'll survive."

Even as he mentally chastised himself for such Neanderthal thinking,
Giles couldn't help but smile with pride at the thought that he'd
rendered her unable to walk straight. His smile faltered a little,
however, as the emotions running through him demanded his attention. "I
hope you won't think that I am saying this lightly, Joyce."

"What, Rupert?" she asked, wondering at his sudden seriousness.

"I believe that I am quite falling in love with you." He said quietly.

Joyce pulled away to look into his eyes. She felt a tear at the depth
of emotion she saw there. "My beautiful man," she whispered. "I know
for sure that I'm in love with you."

Giles stroked her face and felt his own break into an enormous smile.
"Well. I'm quite relieved to hear that," he said as he pulled her down
to him for a kiss.

He had just enough strength to pull the duvet over them, not even trying
to crawl under the covers.

========== BtVS ==========

Buffy followed Wesley up the stairs of the Hyperion, listening to his
nervous chatter which hadn't let up since they'd slapped him back to
consciousness following the battle and it's aftermath.

"I'm quite concerned, really. I've never. I don't think I've ever seen
Angel unconscious this long before." Wesley babbled as he led a strange
procession through the Hyperion.

Buffy had the aforementioned vampire slung over her shoulders in a kind
of fireman's carry, seemingly unaffected by his weight or bulk. She was
followed by Gunn, who was switching back and forth between concern for
his former boss; now co-worker; and humor that manifested as a dry
chuckle every time he remembered the look on Angel's face just before he
did a header off of the stage. Behind him were the two witches, who
walked silently, hand in hand.

"Wesley, shut up already," Buffy said, tired of the nervous Englishman's
prattle. "His neck is broken, it'll take a couple hours to heal, even
for him."

"Yes, well." Wesley started to say.

"No more 'well' Wesley!" Buffy said without rancor- she knew Wesley was
concerned about Angel, and not a little wigged by her and the witches
suddenly revealed relationship. She tried to be annoyed at Gunn every
time she heard him chuckle, but she could barely keep herself from
laughing when she remembered the look on Wesley's face just before he'd
passed out. She too was worried about Angel, but he wasn't dust, so
that meant he'd be ok eventually. "We just leave him in his room, with
some blood sitting by the bed for when he wakes up, and he'll be fine,"
she reassured both Wesley and herself.

Gunn wasn't really *too* worried. He too knew that a vamp that wasn't
dust was a vamp that was going to recover, eventually. "Just like
Angel;" he said. "Dude survives the fight without a scratch, then slips
and falls, bustin' himself all up."

"Yes w." Wesley started to say before trailing off. He looked behind to
see the Slayer's glare that he'd felt on his back. "Sorry," he mumbled.
"Here we are, then," he said quietly as they reached the vampire's room
at last. He held the door open so Buffy could walk through sideways.

Willow and Tara walked over to the kitchenette area as Willow said,
"We'll grab some blood."

Gunn had stepped to the side as he came through the door, remaining by
the entrance. He was a little creeped out by those two. He was enticed
by their looks, and the three-way lesbian thing was a huge turn-on...
He wouldn't admit it even to himself, but they scared the hell out of
him. "One spell and a hundred vamps get dusted!" he thought, not for
the first time that night. It probably made the difference between them
living and dying that night, but still. Gunn was all about killing
demons and vampires- he just had never been around magic. Not the kind
of power that these two had anyway. Buffy amazed him, "*Hell* of a
fighter!" he thought. But as beyond incredible as she was, she still
hacked up the vamps like 'normal' as he thought of it. Super strong and
fast, but he was used to that from Angel. The witches though. "That
crap ain't even in the same fricken ballpark as 'normal'."

Willow and Tara were pretty much thinking that they needed to get Buffy
alone, and soon. The sexual energy pouring off of the Slayer was so
strong that they could almost smell it. It traveled through their link
like a burning ring of fire and it was all they could do not to throw
her down and ravish her right there in front of Gunn and Wesley on the
floor of Angel's apartment. 

Unbeknownst to Willow, Tara could feel additional sexual energy coming
from the fourth in their link- "I guess Cordelia's needs weren't
medical," she thought with some humor. "This is gonna be fun!" Tara
knew that their energy would magnify with each person unconsciously
reflecting the other's feelings and desires. The three of them last
night had no doubt driven Xander to several sessions of self-pleasure,
only the last of which she'd overheard as she took care of an early
morning call of nature. Tonight it was going to be even more powerful
as Xander was going to be adding to, rather than just being affected by
the link. 

"I hope Cordelia doesn't need much sleep." she thought with a smile.

They each grabbed a jar of blood from the refrigerator and set them on
the bedside stand next to the unmoving vampire where Buffy had dumped
him.

Wesley was still a little fluttery and said, "Perhaps someone should
stay here with him."

Buffy had locked eyes with her lovers across the bed and saw her own
desire reflected back at her. She only half-heard the former watcher.
"Ok, fine, whatever," she said.

"Wesley? Could you show us where we can stay the night?" Willow asked,
feeling very, very needy right now.

As Wesley sputtered, Gunn piped up, "Don't worry, English. I got it,"
he said. To the girls he said, "Come on, There's one down the hall
with a king size." as he walked out of the room, knowing they'd follow.

Gunn led them down about seven doors and opened a room that he knew was
clean, well, reasonably anyway. "There's sheets and towels and stuff in
that closet," he said, gesturing toward a closed door. He smiled as the
three pretty much ignored him and headed straight for the big bed. "Uh,
you don't wanna get your bags and stuff?" he asked.

"Later. we'll get them later," Buffy said, barely able to restrain
herself from throwing him physically out of the room and ravishing her
girls right that second.

Tara was almost panting as she said, "Thanks, we're good. We'll see you
tomorrow then?"

"Yeah, I get the message," Gunn thought with a smirk. "You sure you
don't need anything?" he asked, teasing.

Willow tried to cover the Slayer's growl, saying, "No, we're ok, thanks.
Don't let us keep you." she herded him out as she said it, seeing his
smirk and thinking that she'd have to find a way to pay him back.
"Later. Sex now, payback later. much later," she thought, nearly
hitting him in the ass as she closed and locked the door.

Buffy and Tara were already naked by the time she made it back to the
bed.

========== BtVS ==========

Xander led Cordelia to the edge of her bed. He stopped her and laid his
finger gently against her lush mouth as she started to speak. He could
see the nervousness in her eyes and stance. He could tell that she
wasn't one for having a one night stand, either that, or he was making
her nervous. "Shh, let me do this, Cordy. Let me make you feel," he
whispered.

He waited until she nodded before he moved again. He moved his hand
from her mouth and stroked along her jaw to her neck. He whispered, "I
never said it. before." not wanting any bad thoughts, he didn't mention
the words 'high school.' "But, I've always thought you were amazingly
beautiful." He kept his eyes locked on hers as his hand moved down her
neck to her shoulder. His other hand mirrored the first and he gently
lowered the straps of her bra over her shoulders and down her arms.

Cordelia's breathing deepened as she felt her breasts opened to the air.
Rather than a shiver of cold, she felt a flush of warmth through her
skin as Xander didn't even look down, he kept looking into her eyes, as
though he was seeing her very soul, while saying wonderful things to
her.

"You still are lovely, Cordy. Not just your amazing body and beautiful
face- though those are enough that you should be gracing the cover of
magazines." He said as his hands traveled up her sides to cup her large
breasts. 

Cordy's breath caught and she let out the barest of whimpers as his
thumbs gently circled her areolas, only barely brushing her nipples.

"You are an amazing person, Cordy. I never gave you enough credit, but
you are so strong," he said while he caressed her breasts, still
focusing on her eyes, not letting them go. "I can't imagine how hard it
must be, having those visions. I saw how much they hurt you, but you
didn't let it on to Angel and the gang. You sent them out to fight
without worrying about your pain," Xander's voice reflected the sense of
wonder he was feeling. "So special," he whispered, moving forward to
softly kiss her.

It was an even tossup which was causing her to melt more; his voice or
his touch. Either way, melt she did, leaning into him as he played his
lips over hers, open mouth, but no tongue. She remembered their makeout
sessions from the past, always rushing to have their tongues wrestle.
It was as though their kisses were just a physical extension of their
verbal sparring. This, however, was something else entirely. Soft and
sensual, driving her mad with desire in only moments- raising her to a
fevered pitch greater than their most heated closet contest of old.

After a few moments of kissing- in which Xander put to use everything
Anya had ever taught him about inciting passion- Xander pulled back,
leaving her cross-eyed and wanting more. He kept the smirk off of his
face, quickly stripping off his shirt while Cordy's lips continued to
move for a moment, as though unconsciously seeking his. 

When Cordy opened her eyes- after finally noticing that he had moved
away- she gasped once again at the sight of Xander's naked torso.
"Wow!" she thought, taking in his broad chest and muscular arms. "He's
really filled out nicely!"

Xander took her hands and deliberately placed them on his chest,
encouraging her to touch him. His own hands then moved down to undo the
button on her jeans. He still kept his eyes focused on hers, though
hers were staring at his chest as she touched and groped his
work-hardened muscles. He was proud of his body and- again, thanks to
Anya- very comfortable with the idea of being naked in front of a woman.


When Cordelia looked up to his face once again, she fully expected to
see a smirk for having caused such a surprised reaction in her, but all
she saw was a smile of genuine pleasure and a look of such desire in his
eyes that she felt humbled. Xander had clearly become a man who was
confident in his masculinity. She wondered what had happened in the
last year and a half to bring about such a dramatic change. It was,
however, a question she had not the slightest desire to explore at this
moment as she felt her jeans being pushed down over her hips.

Xander dropped to one knee as he slid her jeans down those long, tanned
legs. Still he kept his eyes locked on hers, conveying his passion and
desire to her without seeming to ogle her body like a horny teenager.
Inside him, excitement was rising fast- not only because he was sexually
frustrated and about to get laid, but because this was his first
opportunity to put to use the arsenal of sexual weaponry that he had
developed in his last relationship. Then he had been the student to
Anya's millennia of experience, and while he had been able to please her
greatly, he had never surprised or impressed her with anything he ever
did. Cordy was a mortal, relatively inexperienced in the arts of love
and he was about to rock her world.

Cordy couldn't believe how powerful it was to have a guy look into your
eyes while he undressed you. She was accustomed to having men look at
her body, after all, she had a great body and she knew it. This was
like having someone lay her soul as bare as her body, and when he
complimented her, it spoke to the essence of who she was, not just a
pretty body. God, she was soaking wet and all he'd done was kiss her a
couple times- without tongue even- and stroke her breasts a little.

Though he didn't stare at her lacy panties, he could see them
peripherally and he could smell her arousal strongly as his hands
traveled up her bare legs after having removed her jeans at last. He
said, "Cordy, God, you smell so delicious! I can't wait to taste you!"

She might have been embarrassed at having someone say that to her, but
seeing the desire written on his face, seeing him lick his lips and
watching his nostrils flare as he breathed her in. she gasped, "Oh my
God Xander!"

Xander wasn't just saying it for her benefit- she did smell wonderful
and he had to put forth serious effort to maintain his slow, seductive
pace and not tear her panties off and dive in. He did shoot a glance
down at her wet center as he slid her panties off. He groaned to see
the moisture coating her closely trimmed curls and the outer lips of her
pussy already open and inviting him in. His voice was hoarse when he
told her, "Lie back on the bed, Cordy."

"Oh God!" she whispered as she sat down and then crawled back till she
was all the way on the bed. She was so turned on that it felt like
every hair on her body was vibrating with arousal. She had never
imagined being seduced like this, Not even in the most torrid romance
she'd ever read had she heard of feeling like this. She was completely
in his power. He could have asked her to kill her best friend in that
moment and she probably would have done it.

Xander dropped his jeans but left his boxers on, tented as they were.
He wanted this to be about her, not him, and if he got totally naked, he
didn't think he'd be able to stop himself from sinking into Cordelia's
wet heat and thrusting for all he was worth. And, even if he had
magical recuperative abilities, he wasn't yet finished with the
seduction part.

Cordelia couldn't even speak as Xander crawled up over her, stalking her
like a wild predator and having a look of pure hunger and desire on his
face. She just whimpered and panted, her very being aching with need,
craving his touch. When he kissed her, finally parting her teeth and
exploring her mouth with his tongue, she thought she might cum just from
that. She was so on the edge that a feather's touch would be enough to
push her over.

Xander exercised iron control as he languidly kissed her, forcing
himself to move slowly and gently. After what felt like forever, he
moved away from her mouth and moved to her neck. He had the bedcover
balled up in each hand as he touched her with only his mouth, resisting
her efforts to speed him up as she tried to push his head down to where
her need was weeping forth from her body. 

She wanted to tell him to stop teasing her, but all she could get out
was a strangled "Please!" over and over as her body undulated beneath
him. His lips drew a trail of fire across her skin as he moved down to
her breasts, laving their generous surface with lips and tongue.

Xander knew she was so close. He had once made Anya orgasm just from
his mouth on her breasts, and the orgasm had continued as he went down
on her. She had described it as like a single long, slow orgasm that
lasted for minutes, but instead of releasing her tension and leaving her
wiped out, it had made her need even greater and she'd practically
pounded him through the bed in an effort to satisfy the resulting
desire. His goal was to repeat that experience with Cordelia.

The poor girl was practically out of her mind by the time he finally
sucked one nipple into his mouth. She felt herself begin to clench and
release in slow waves that traveled through her whole body. It was
like she was cumming but it felt different, slow. Too slow. Instead of
scratching that itch inside her, it was making her even hornier! She
was arching and straining and crying his name like her body was being
slowly electrocuted. She thought she was loosing her mind!

"I think that's mission accomplished!" he thought exultantly as he
finally moved down her twisting torso to her overflowing pussy. His
first taste of her was unbelievable. It was almost like cheesecake,
creamy and tart and just a little sweet but rich and savory at the same
time. He couldn't help but speed up his slow pace a little as he
struggled to lick her clean while she continued to overflow. God! The
smell was making him light headed as he fought between tasting and
smelling her. It wasn't long before his lips were covering hers, his
tongue as deep inside her as he could reach, teasing out that rich
elixir.

Cordy's cries turned to hoarse screams as she felt the line of fire
first covering then entering her. The waves of her orgasm started to
grow stronger and faster as Xander's tongue moved inside her, and his
nose unconsciously ground against her slippery clit. She didn't even
notice his evening stubble chafing against her thighs when she locked
her legs around his head and reached down with her hands to push his
head harder against her. 

Finally Xander was nearly delirious from the lack of air in his lungs
and he pulled away. He heard Cordelia's hoarse chant of 'Now Xander!'
over and over and he clawed at his boxers to get them out of the way.
It was his turn to cry out her name as he sank his thick cock into her
with one stroke. Finally his control evaporated in the heat of his lust
and he began to pump hard and fast with short, nearly brutal snapping of
his hips. He didn't feel Cordelia's fingernails as they clawed into the
flesh of his back, drawing blood. Nor did he feel the crushing pressure
of her legs wrapped around his spine and squeezing for all she was
worth. All he felt was the exquisite pressure of her quivering and
grasping muscles as she squeezed his dick almost to the point of pain.

Their cries were smothered as their lips sought each other and kissed
frantically, each seeking to devour the other.

Finally, Cordelia was worn out, her arms and legs fell to the bed as she
lacked any energy to power the muscles therein. Xander had spilled
himself inside her twice, so aroused that he hadn't lost even a bit of
his steel-hardness in-between. Every last reserve of strength in his
body was drained when he managed to roll them over so that she was
draped over him like a flesh blanket. Xander's chest rose and fell like
a blacksmith's bellows as he tried to get the oxygen back to his brain
and Cordelia was still near-delirious and moaning, "Oh God!" with each
exhalation. 

Phantom Dennis was kind enough to lay a blanket over them after they
slipped into sleep.

========== BtVS ==========

Buffy didn't wait for Willow to get her clothes off; she lifted her
Mistress up off her feet and laid her back on the bed and immediately
began to kiss her mouth while running her hands over her full, soft
breasts. She pulled away for a moment and saw Willow, naked and
standing by the bed, waiting to be told what to do. She shook her head
in amazement and said, "God I love you, Willow. Now come here and lay
next to Tara."

Willow scrambled up on to the bed and laid down next to the blond witch.

Buffy straddled the two legs in the center, Tara's left and Willow's
right, and moved forward so her thighs were pressed into the already wet
pussies of her two witchy lovers. She said, "You two were so amazing!
I was so proud to be your lover tonight!" 

Both Willow and Tara could see the depth of emotion in Buffy's eyes and
expression. Tara felt so loved, so special right then. She might be
Buffy's Mistress, but she was still in awe of the Slayer. For Buffy to
tell her she was proud to be Tara's lover was one more nail in the
coffin of her insecurities and low self esteem. She felt more powerful
right now, laying beneath her blond lover than she did even when casting
the spell that wiped out those vampires.

Willow was deep in subspace despite Buffy's use of her name. She
remembered watching in awe as Buffy had cleaved through vampires three
at a time with an axe that was almost bigger than her entire body. Even
though she and Tara had taken out the vast majority of the vamps, what
stuck in her head was the mental image she had of Buffy dealing final
death to wave after wave of vampires seeking to kill her as she sat on
the floor, defenseless and spent from the magicks she and Tara had
wielded. 

Speaking of the magic- she was astonished at the power and control she
could wield when joined with Lady Tara. She knew she'd never have
advanced to her current level without Tara's guidance and love. Both of
them were larger than life to her, and she once again resolved to
dedicate her life to serving and pleasing Mistress Buffy and Lady Tara.

Buffy laid forward, resting her body on theirs, and bracing her hands on
either side of them. She began to rock, rubbing her thighs into her
two lovers, sliding along their slick sexes and turning from one to the
other, kissing and nibbling on their lips. She gasped when suddenly a
pair of hands began to move and stroke her own slick flesh. 

Tara moved to slide a finger inside the Slayer but found her way already
blocked by a pair of Willow's fingers. She smirked as she thought,
"Great minds think alike," and instead began to circle Buffy's clit with
quick movements, grinding against the slick, wet flesh.

So began a race in which everybody won.

========== BtVS ==========

Angel woke up with a splitting headache and a ravenous thirst. He was
surprised and pleased to find two jar's of blood sitting right next to
him and he quickly downed them both. He laid back down and laughed at
the dream he'd been having. He could hardly wait to tell Wesley and
Cordelia about it. They were fighting a hundred or more vampires that
were attending- of all things- a self-help seminar! And, Buffy and
Willow were there along with another girl he didn't recognize, and after
the big fight, Buffy and Willow started to kiss! 

"Maybe I better not tell them," he mumbled as he sat up, still a little
woozy, "They'll think I've gone insane!"

As he stood up, he noticed Wesley was sitting in his chair, apparently
dozed off. He went to walk over and wake him when he suddenly heard a
female voice he didn't recognize screaming the Slayer's name. His head
whipped around and he was about to run to the door when he recognized
Buffy's voice screaming out Willow's name and something that sounded
like 'tar?'

Unfortunately, in the confusion, he didn't notice that his shoes had
been placed next to the foot of the bed and he tripped and fell,
striking his head against the floor just as he heard Willow's answering
scream of 'Mistress!'

========== BtVS ==========

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