Fic: Triune (27/?) B/W/T NC-17

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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 27's got a little NC17 in it!]

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

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

Part 27

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

"Is it me, or did the creepy 'someone's watching me' feeling go away
finally?" Dawn asked, looking over her shoulder at the two adults
walking behind her.

They were walking down the street toward the lot in which they had
parked their jeep earlier that evening.

Dawn noticed Giles' head swiveling back and forth as he answered, "Yes,
I no longer feel the sensation either." 

"Why am I thinking that isn't necessarily a good thing." Dawn asked.
'something feels wrong.' she thought, unable to define exactly what.

"Perhaps because you are an unusually precocious young woman?" Giles
said with a smile in his voice, if not on his face.

Joyce's voice was full of apprehension as she said, "No, it could be a
good thing, right? Maybe we lost whoever it was, or maybe there wasn't
anybody at all, right? Just a- a little paranoia, right?"

'Duh, can you say denial?' Dawn thought. 'some TV show I saw. they said
'it's not paranoia if they're really trying to get you.' or something
like that.' Suddenly she realized what was feeling so creepy. 'It's
too quiet.' 

At that moment Dawn saw the brake lights of her mother's jeep flare
briefly from across the lot as either Giles or her mother hit the door
unlock on the remote. She turned to Giles and said, "So whaddya think."

Everything happened very quickly at that point. Dawn's comment died on
her lips when she saw her mother's eyes widen in fear and felt a hand
roughly grip her shoulder. "Where did they come from?' she thought when
she saw two men suddenly appear behind Giles and her mom, as though by
magic. Incongruously, the thought, 'It's like slow motion,' ran across
her mind as she watched Giles surge forward and swing his fist at a spot
above her head. The hand on her shoulder abruptly disappeared and she
heard the watcher's voice shouting, "Run Dawn! For God's sakes, run!"

'Oh God! Oh God!' she chanted in her head as she spun around and took
off into the parking lot, instinctively weaving back and forth between
the cars. She could feel her heart beating hard and fast in her chest
and throat as she sought to evade her pursuers. When she finally
chanced to look behind her, there was no one there. 

Dawn's brain was still chanting 'Oh God! Oh God!' as she crouched down
behind a car and tried to listen for someone chasing her. After a
moment of panting and listening, she thought, 'Dammit! I can't hear
anything but me!'

She started to feel dizzy and tried to take shallow breaths. After
she'd calmed her breathing a bit, she chanced to look over the hood of
the car she was crouched behind. 'Where are they!?' she wondered as she
looked around, not seeing anything. She slumped back down and tried to
collect herself, thinking, 'What do I do now? Oh God, what if they
killed mom and Giles!?' Her immediate terror at being chased was slowly
replaced with horror as she pictured her mother and surrogate father
laying on the ground with their throats cut.

"Oh God, please, no!" she whispered as fat tears began to drop from her
eyes, and her gut twisted up in knots. Her breathing began to increase
again, and the dizzy feeling started to return. 'Oh god, I think I'm
gonna puke!' she thought. 'I'm loosing it! I wish Buffy was here!'

A moment, or an eternity later, she couldn't tell which, Dawn heard a
voice call out to her. "Girl, come out. We just need to speak with
you." 

Dawn felt cold sensation running through her body at the rough male
voice, and it seemed like her heart actually stopped for a moment.

"Come child, your mother and the man are unharmed," the voice boomed
out. "We come in peace; we only wish to talk."

'Bullcrap!' Dawn thought. Now a fiery sensation of fury began to pour
through her, burning away the cold fear as she thought, 'What do they
think? I'm stupid?' As her breathing once again calmed a little, and
the feeling of nausea subsided with the hot anger, she moved slowly to
the back of the car and peered up over the trunk. 

Giles was being held from behind by one man, another was holding the
point of a long knife to his throat. 'He looks really pissed!' she
thought as she took in the rage on Giles face. 

Looking at her mother- who looked slightly faint while she was being
held- Dawn noted that man holding her had blood all over his face. 'Way
to go Giles!' she thought, 'That must be the one who grabbed me.'

"Child, we mean no harm, but we will be forced to take stronger measures
if you don't come out," the man holding Giles called out.

"Yeah, I bet." Dawn muttered softly. 

After a second's observation, Dawn saw that the bad guys each had a
sunburst tattoo thing on their foreheads. 'Oh, these are those knights
guys that Buffy fought. Bizz. something.' She felt another dart of
fear spike through her anger as she remembered, 'The guys who want to
destroy the Key. Great! Perfect, that's just fantastic, since the Key
happens to be me!'

Dawn crouched back down and thought, 'So what do I do now?'

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

"My beautiful girls!" Tara said in an intense, but quietly reverent
voice.

They had made it back to their room at the Hyperion from the club.
'Finally!' Tara thought. 'I thought we were going to end up giving the
driver a free show!' Now her two lovers stood before her expectantly,
their attention focused on her alone.

"I look at the two of you and. you're so beautiful! Goddess I feel like
I'm melting when I look at you." Tara said lovingly. "You make me so
incredibly happy, I can't ever get enough of you." She took two steps
forward, till she was nearly body to body with them, then she reached up
and cupped their faces, her hands almost trembling. 'Goddess, I feel
like I'm buzzing with energy!' she thought.

Willow and Buffy stood silently, their eyes wide, pupils dilated as they
listened to their lover and Mistress.

"I can't believe what happened at the club tonight! It was so. I could
never have imagined doing something like that before, but I loved it!
You two make me feel like nothing in the world matters but us," Tara
whispered, her eyes moving back and forth between the Slayer and the
Witch.

Tara leaned into Buffy and spent a moment kissing the deceptively petite
girl, then pulled away to treat Willow with the same.

"Willow, baby?" Tara asked.

"Yes Tara?" Willow replied in a breathy sigh.

"Would you help me undress Buffy?" Tara asked, a knowing smirk tugging
at the corner of her mouth. 'Like she'd ever say 'no' to that!' she
thought with amusement.

Willow's look reinforced Tara's smirk and the redhead's voice was
clearly amused when she answered, "You know I can't deny you baby."

"Start with the neck," Tara whispered before guiding by example. She
began to kiss Buffy's neck, rubbing her nose and cheek against the soft
column of flesh. She briefly noticed Willow copying her actions on the
other side of the Slayer's throat as she slid the hem of Buffy's little
top up over her chest.

After they rapidly removed the petite blonde's shirt, Tara and Willow
began to stroke the flesh of her tummy, and her braless chest. "No bra
again? What am I going to do with you Buffy?" Tara whispered in her ear
while tweaking the stiff nub of her left breast.

"Umm, I. oh! I- it makes it easier to get n- naked." Buffy mumbled out
between gasps and panting. 

"Mmm hmm, but I like taking it off. it's like unwrapping a present!"
Tara said with a little pout, and then nipped at Buffy's skin just below
her ear, eliciting a loud yip from the Slayer.

Willow giggled.

Tara moved down to Buffy's chest, leaving a trail of kisses in her wake.
'Goddess, I love the smell of your skin!' she thought as she went. 'and
it's so soft, and, mmmm!'

Buffy was breathing hard and occasionally gasping as Tara and Willow
laved, nipped and kissed the flesh of her breasts. 

"Pant's Willow!" Tara gasped out, pulling away from the nipple she was
suckling just long enough to do so. She reached for the zipper of
Buffy's leather pants while Willow worked on the button. They had the
leather down and off in an instant, time seeming to move strangely as
the lust built up inside Tara. 

"I'm surprised to see that you wore any underwear at all!" Tara said
upon seeing the scrap of black that covered the slayers sex. She looked
up at her lover's face and raised an eyebrow, reinforcing her
questioning comment.

Buffy's face flushed red and her smile looked guilty as she explained,
"I- I didn't want to ruin the pants."

Tara looked back down to see Willow stroking the Slayer's crotch.
'Goddess! Her fingers are so wet, even through the cloth!' she
marveled. "Mmm, don't rush things sweetie." she said as she caught
Willow's hand and drew it up to suckle the wetness off of her fingers.
She stared into the redhead's eyes as she cleaned Buffy's syrupy juices
from her fingers. 'Oh yes, I know just how I'm going to reward you two.'
she thought as she took in the whimpers coming from both her lovers.

Tara quickly pulled off Buffy's last bit of clothing and tossed it aside
after the blond stepped out of them. "Now, Buffy, I want you to strip
your pet. You can play with her chest for a little bit, but don't waste
time, I've got to get something." She stood up and walked over to her
case containing some spell components she'd brought. 'Time to try a
little something I've been working on.' she thought excitedly. 'This is
going to be great!' she chuckled as she rummaged through her bag.

When she turned back to her girlfriends, she paused for a moment to take
in the glorious sight of the two wrapped in an embrace, their heads
turned toward her as if waiting for the next instruction. "Oh, Willow,
I love your pale skin up against Buffy's tan. it's such a lovely
contrast!" she breathed out softly, feeling a wave of desire flow
through her already sensitized flesh. 

Willow blushed pink and grinned widely in that way that made Tara's
heart flutter. She resumed her approach and said, "I want to cast a
spell, part of my reward to the two of you for tonight, but I need a
little blood to cast it. I'll need to prick your finger, both of you, to
make it work." She held up a lancet such as diabetics use for testing
and searched their eyes for any signs that they were too uncomfortable
with this.

Buffy and Willow exchanged a brief glance and turned back to the blond
witch. Each extended their hand, finger extended. "We trust you Tara."
Buffy said.

Willow agreed, saying, "Of course we trust you baby!"

Tara's smile returned to full. 'I love you so much!' she thought feeling
a warm fuzzy in her heart.

"Ok, what we need to do is, I'll lance your finger, then you dip it in
this," she said while opening a vial and pouring out a little pale brown
powder in the palm of her hand. "Then, you put your finger in each
other's mouth and lick it off." She paused for a moment then said a
brief chant while waving her free hand over the powder in her palm.

"Ok, Willow." Tara said. She put the lancet on the redhead's finger and
triggered it, making a snapping sound and causing her to flinch back, a
bead of red on her fingertip. "Ok, dip it in the dextrose," Tara
instructed.

Willow dipped her finger in Tara's palm and held it up, looking intently
at the resulting reddish brown paste on her fingertip.

"Now you Buffy." Tara said. She performed the same with the Slayer and
then said, "Ok, now each of you licks the other's finger." 

'This is going to be amazing! Tara thought as she watched the girls
suckle each other's fingers. 'Of course, they couldn't just do it, they
have to make it into foreplay!' she thought, happily exasperated as she
watched them erotically suck and lick each other's digit clean.

"Mmm, sweet!" Buffy said, sounding somewhat surprised.

"Dextrose is a kind of fruit sugar, Buff. Just not as sweet." Willow
said.

'Willow the scientist makes an appearance.' Tara thought with amusement
as she unthinkingly licked the residue from her palm. "Now, lay back on
the bed, both of you- and no touching. I'm going to do all the touching
for a while," she said with a predatory smile.

The blond witch slowly disrobed as the other two followed her
instructions, lying side by side, but keeping their hands to themselves.

Once she was naked, Tara crawled up onto the bed, straddling her
red-haired lover, careful not to actually touch her. She looked into
Willow's eyes and whispered, "I love you."

"Oh, I love you too Baby!" Willow whispered back hoarsely, her eyes
shiny with emotion and her body twitching.

'Hmm, not easy holding still, is it sweetie?' Tara thought with a smile
before moving down to give her a single long lick across one turgid
nipple. As she did, she twisted her head to keep an eye on the Slayer,
thinking, 'This should get a response.'

Willow's hum of pleasure was drowned out by a sharp gasp from the
Slayer, followed by an incredulous, "Oh my God! What? How?"

'Yes!' Tara thought exultantly. "Did'ja like that Buffy?" she asked
teasingly, her eyes locked on the stunned Slayer's wide-eyed stare.

"What happened?" Willow asked, twisting under Tara to get a look at her
other blond lover.

"Shh, lie back Willow." Tara gently instructed. "I'll show you what
happened," she said with a giddy laugh. 'Oh I'm so happy this worked!'
she thought as she crawled over to the other side of the bed, hovering
over the still shocked Slayer.

Slowly, Tara lowered herself until her entire weight was resting on her
blond girlfriend. She grinned as she heard Willow inhaling sharply,
thinking, 'if you think that feels strange.' She began to kiss Buffy,
licking and sucking on that slightly protruding upper lip for a moment
before deepening the kiss and rolling her tongue round and round with
the Slayer.

When, after a moment, she pulled away and turned toward the redhead she
saw her staring wide-eyed, her hand against her lips and her face
exuding stunned amazement. 'Oh, Willow! Even after all this, you can
still look so delightfully innocent sometimes!' Tara thought.

"I felt that!" Willow gasped in wonder. "I- it was almost like you were
kissing me! Goddess, how did you do that!?" she demanded, somehow
coming across as shocked and amazed and delighted and annoyed all at the
same time.

Tara rolled off of Buffy till she was laying on the side away from
Willow, so that she could see them both as she answered. "It was the
spell sweetie, it lets you feel the echo of each other's feeling." As
she explained, she let one hand move down Buffy's taught abdomen and she
began to stroke the blonde's slick nether-lips. "So, lay back and
enjoy, Willow. This is gonna get really interesting."

"Oh goddess! You always find the *best* spells!" Willow said with a
whimper as she fell back onto the bed.

'Oh, yeah, this is going to get really, really interesting!' Tara
thought as she suddenly realized she was getting a dim echo of the
sensation of her fingers on Buffy's wet sex herself. 'Oh, I licked off
my palm!' she remembered. 'Oh my, I can't wait till I have them do a
sixty nine!' she thought giddily as she slid down to taste her Slayer's
sticky syrup directly.

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

"The gun!" Dawn whispered as she was struck by the sudden realization of
what she had to do. 'Giles said he put the gun in the glove
compartment.' 

She tried to ignore the pounding of her heart, which at that moment felt
like it had taken up residence in her throat. 'Ok, where's the jeep?'
she moved back to the other end of the car she was hiding behind and
looked out over the hood, scanning the parking lot for a moment. 'Come
on, come on. focus Dawn!' she thought with frustration as she looked
around in vain for several moments.

Struggling against the panic that threatened to overwhelm her as images
of the knights hurting her mother or Giles ran through her mind, Dawn
closed her eyes for a moment and took several deep slow breaths. 'Ok,
slow down. Think! We came in and turned to the left, right against the
fence. so it should be.' she opened her eyes and turned to look to her
right, seeing her mom's jeep parked two cars away from the one she was
hiding behind, not more than five meters from her current position.

Dawn quickly crab-walked over to the jeep, listening carefully for the
bad guys. 'they're talking but I can't quite hear what they're saying!'
she thought with annoyance. As she reached the door to the jeep she was
struck with a sudden thought, 'Keys! I don't have the keys! No, wait.
I remember the brake lights flashing. so Giles or mom unlocked it
already."

Dawn felt a cool sensation of relief flow through her at the realization
that she would be able to get to the gun. She felt her breathing and
pulse even out as she reached up and opened the door.

"Over there! By the fence line!" the voice of the Knight called out.

"Damn!" Dawn cried softly in frustration and renewed fear. 'The damn
car light!' she realized too late. Throwing caution to the wind she
yanked the door open and scrabbled for the glove compartment door. The
moment it came open she saw the pistol, black and shiny under the bulb
in the glove box. She grabbed it and quickly ran, thinking only, 'Got
to get away from here before they can get me!'

After the quick sprint and ducking behind another car, Dawn looked
behind her and was relieved not to see anyone. 'Ok, slow down. Slow
down,' she thought as she once again worked to control her breathing and
the pounding pulse in her chest and throat.

"Well?" the knight's voice rang out suddenly, causing Dawn to jerk
slightly.

"Gone my lord!" came a different voice from the direction she'd run
from. Cautiously, Dawn peaked up through the windows of the car she was
huddled behind, 'Ok, gotta figure out where I am, and where they are.'
she thought.

She saw the knight with the bloody face over by her mom's jeep, and the
other two still bracketing Giles. 'Mom's too freaked out to do
anything, especially with that knife to Giles throat.' she realized.
'Well, Dawn? You've got the gun. what'cha gonna do now?' she asked
herself.

"I grow tired of this, Child." The first knight's voice rang out again.
"Come out or the watcher's life is forfeit!"

The threat, and her mother's answering cry of "No, please!" decided her.
'Just like playing quake with Xander.' she told herself, remembering
better times playing for hours on end with Xander on his play-station.
'I always did outshoot him. I can do this.' she reminded herself as she
tried to quietly move over to the side of where her mom and Giles were
standing.

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

'Bloody Ponce!' Giles thought, his mind raging as he longed to unleash
the Ripper. 

'These damned knights! If that wanker didn't have a dirk at my throat
I'd tear them apart with my bare hands! I'll wager you know it too,
don't you?' he thought, seeing the focus and determination in the eyes
of the man holding him at knifepoint.

"Come out or the watcher's life is forfeit!" shouted the one holding his
arms behind him.

'Don't do it Dawn!' Giles thought with all his might, as though he could
broadcast his thoughts to the youngest Summers woman. 

Whether his thoughts were any help or not, Dawn proved her intelligence
by not responding to the demand. 'Good for you, Dawn! You're made from
the Slayer alright!'

Several moments later, the waiting apparently was too much for the
knights. The one holding him growled, "Enough waiting. Kill him!" to
the man with the dirk.

The sob from his lover was like molten lava bubbling in his gut as he
thought of how his death would effect her. 'Oh, Joyce! I'd spare you
this if I could!' he thought as he resolved to sell his life dearly. He
tensed, prepared to move as he saw the strike coming from the knight in
front of him, when the moment was shattered. 

A sharp crack filled the air and Giles eyes widened as he saw the left
side of his would-be killer's head suddenly gout blood and gray-matter
into the air. "Good Lord!" he whispered, stunned at the sudden reprieve
from death, as much if not more than the sudden bloodshed. 

Time seemed to slow as he swiveled his head to the left, looking for the
face of his savior. 'God in heaven!' he marveled upon seeing Dawn
Summers standing there, not three meters to his left and holding a
pistol extended in her hands, her jaw clenched with resolve. 'She
reminds me of Willow.' he thought incongruously, comparing her
expression to the redhead's famous 'resolve face'.

Still bewildered, Giles didn't notice the third knight bearing down on
the teenager until he heard Joyce's frantic cry.

"Dawnie watch out!"

"Good heavens!" Giles said in a strangled exhale as he watched the
slender brunette spin in place and face the approaching attacker. She
didn't even flinch though he was not two steps from her and coming at a
full out sprint.

Once again the sharp crack of the pistol filled the night air and once
again Giles witnessed the effect that a nine-millimeter hollow point has
on the human cranium when fired at point-blank range. 'It's not at all
like in films.' he thought strangely as the man's momentum was not
swayed in the least. His body continued forward even as his head
snapped back and the wet spray of brains and blood filled the air behind
him. Fortunately, his aim was sufficiently diverted that he missed the
girl, who Giles noticed finally cringed away now that it was far too
late for it to matter, and crashed into the parked car just next to her.

All was silence for a heartbeat before Giles snapped into action,
breaking away from the suddenly slackened grip on his arms and spinning
around to deliver a knife-hand blow to the side of his captor's neck,
dropping the larger man like a pole-axed steer. 'Don't know if I'd be
better pleased if he's still alive or not!' he thought as the rage still
pumped through his veins.

Giles turned to look at Joyce, asking "Are you alright! Are you hurt?"
He stepped quickly to her and wrapped her in his arms, hot rage quickly
replaced with cool relief and a bit of adrenaline-inspired shaking.

"Yes, no, I mean. I think I'm ok." she muttered in his embrace,
clutching tightly to him. "Oh God, Dawn!" she cried after a moment,
pulling away.

Giles let her go, and quickly strode over to the teen, Joyce hot on his
heels. "Dawn. Dawn! Are you hurt?"

Dawn was still holding the gun in both hands, though she had it pointed
downward. Her head was swiveling between the body at her feet and the
one that had been holding a knife to Giles.

'Oh dear, I do hope she's alright.' Giles thought as he stopped next to
her, worried at how this would affect her. At the same time, his chest
swelled with pride at the marvelous way she'd handled herself. 'I would
never imagined you had it in you, child,' he thought warmly. He gently
placed his hand on her shoulder and said, "Dawn, look at me."

Dawn slowly brought her gaze up to the watcher's face, still no
expression beyond determination on her face.

"It's over, Dawn. Your mother and I are alright. Thanks in very large
part to you, Dawn." Giles said, putting all the warmth and pride he
could into his voice.

Slowly, Dawn nodded her head. She brought up the pistol between them,
still pointed down, and her finger completely off the trigger.

Giles couldn't help but grin a little as he gently took the weapon from
her hands. "You did marvelously Dawn." He turned to Joyce and said, "If
you're alright to drive."

"Of course, I'll get the car." Joyce said quietly, her face a bit slack,
but clearly holding herself together for the moment at least.

Giles turned his attention back to the youngest Summers and said, "I'm
very proud of you Dawn. Not many people of any age are able to handle
themselves in a crisis as well as you did." His smile fell away though
when he saw her eyes widen suddenly and her face grow pale. 'Oh dear, I
do believe she's going to be ill.'

"Oh, God!" Dawn whispered, and then bent over and noisily vomited on the
ground next to the body of the man that she'd shot right through the
middle of his face.

Giles, having been through similar situations in his life, did the only
thing he could under the circumstances; he held her long brown hair up
and out of the way while he whispered over and over, "It will be
alright, Dawn. Everything will be alright."

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

end part 27







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