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Xander & Dawn: To Feel Alive	By : DevilDuck Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female Views: 36605 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Xander & Dawn: To Feel Alive
Chapter 11: The Princess Ride
“Oh my god, I can't believe got to see that in a theatre. It's my favorite movie you know.”
“I had no idea -uff.” The sarcasm earned Xander an elbow in his side from Dawn as she tried to slip under his arm but they were close enough in height that it was an awkward position to walk in forcing them to separate with a bump after a couple of steps before he let his hand drop to a more comfortable level.
“I’m just saying this was special, this is the type of thing I would remember even if I hadn’t lost my dvd when Sunnydale…”
“Yeah you haven’t been able to watch the movie, just making do with talking about, quoting it, making me dress like a pirate.”
“Well, you already have the eyepatch.”
“I don’t mind, especially today on your birthday.”
“It’s not my birthday.”
“It’s close enough, and there won’t be a showing Tuesday, so let’s just call this your almost-birthday and try to enjoy.”
“So is this almost-date my almost-gift? Or do I get to unwrap, almost-unwrap?” No that didn’t quite work. “Something when we get home? Is there an almost-cake waiting for me? A cupcake? Did we miss our turn?”
“No.”
“I’m sure we did.” Dawn twisted to look back at the sign at the last cross street even as the arm around her waist kept her moving forward. “I know we’re new in town but I am starting to learn the my way around and the apartment is that way.”
“But the hotel is up ahead.”
“Hotel? What, you got us a hotel? You can’t afford that.”
“Thank you for that. But no I can afford that, to give us a little privacy, for one night anyway since it’s your birthday.”
“It’s not my birthday.”
“We’re not doing that again.”
“Is it a nice hotel?”
“You’ll see.”
“Ah, come on. Tell me.”
“Don’t be this way, you’re a year older now act like it.”
“Not until Tuesday. At least you tell me if it’s going to be a long walk.” He didn’t; no matter how begged or bounced around the sidewalk he made her suffer in silence until they turned onto the riverwalk and their destination became clear making her squee. “You definitely can’t afford that; the sign is gilt not neon.”
“Hush.”
“There’s a bellhop, in a uniform. With gold braids. Hi.” She gave said bellhop an embarrassed smile and wave as they walked through the lobby without a single bag for him to carry, sure that he had heard her from the look he gave them. Thankfully Xander had checked in earlier so that they didn’t have to stop at counter letting her continue commenting on how fancy and exciting every was in the elevator, in the hall, and all the way up to their room.
“It’s huge!” That’s what every man wanted to here in the bedroom though not necessarily about the bed; Dawn threw herself right at it landing face down with a bounce and arms spread wide but not reaching the edges. “Th s gt.”
“What was that?” Xander kept stealing glances as she wiggled and kicked her feet, and he checked out the bag he had dropped off that afternoon.
“This is great.” She turned her head to the side just far enough so that her voice wasn't muffled by the duvay.
“You should see the bathroom, the tub is shaped like a shell.”
“Really?” Dawn pushed herself up. “What type?”
“I don't know shells. Do you want to check it out?” He started for the door, only taking a step or two before she'd sprinted past him and into the bathroom.
“It’s a scallop.” Dawn’s voice was muffled by the door she had closed behind her.
“What is?” If she was going to lock herself in bathroom then Xander would have to make his own preparations out in the room proper. Not that he had much in the way of preparations to make, just pull the gift out of his bag and decide just how naked he wanted to get.
Dawn had to get completely naked. Looking at her mismatched panties and bra in the mirror she decided that was the only option; sexy lingerie had never been that big of a priority for her and the few cute pieces she use to have were at the bottom of a Sunnydale sized sinkhole. Since the move to Cleveland she had reason to pick some up but that reason controlled the purse strings and was too practical most of the time to just hand over cash. Telling him she wanted it to buy some lace to make him pant would ruin the surprise. Of course now that he had splurged on a hotel room she was stuck trying to make cotton sexy.
That wasn’t going to happen; she didn’t have any makeup with her, or sexy heels, she couldn’t even put her hair in pigtails and go for the schoolgirl look leaving her to fall back on the old nudity standby. Familiarity might have robbed that of some of its punch, Xander saw her naked or nearly so every night, but is was still the best option for knocking his socks off. God she hoped he wouldn’t be wearing his, the whole naked with socks thing was so silly that if she saw him standing in just his she would have to laugh which would ruin all of her preparations.
Speaking of which; Dawn pinched her nipples as hard as she could, hard enough for it to hurt so that they stood up proud and shockingly pink. Now when she moved, as proved by the little hop and twist she gave to test it, they would act as magnets drawing the eye. But also now they were very tender as proved by how she flinched when one brushed against her arm during her test. It wasn’t that it hurt, not really, just that she was hyper aware of the contact but there was always a price to pay for beauty and Dawn was willing to pay it to make an impression.
“Wow.” Success; Dawn took a moment to pose in doorway to take in Xander’s dumbfounded expression and let get a good look at her as he continued to fumble over his words. “I mean you look, just, wow.”
“You said that already.” She loved how goofy he looked and wished she could see it better, sure the dimed lights was romantic but it hid details. She could see the sloopy smile he couldn’t keep off his face and the glint in his one good eye but the rest of his face was little more than a pale shape in the shadows. His body was even less distinct; Dawn couldn’t make out any of the muscles on his shoulders and arms that he had developed swinging a hammer and a axe. Nor could she really see the definition of his abs which should have been on full display given how he was sat leaning back on the edge of the bed.
Knowing that those muscles were there, that she would have to use her hands to find them, drew her forward. That was always one of her favorite parts, tracing her fingers along the valleys between firm knots of flesh on his chest and belly before reach around to draw him close or down to get a hold of him. Tonight Xander was oddly ticklish squirming under her touched making it almost impossible for her to wrap her arms around him just as the darkness made it truly impossible for her to kiss his lips on her first try. Hitting his cheek just made them both laugh keeping her from her target a moment longer.
“A little help here.” Climbing up between his legs made it easier for Dawn to kiss him but did not in anyway help getting boxers off. It was easy enough to slide her hands down to his waist and under the band but that’s as far as she could get on her own.
“Oh, yeah, right.” This close, looking right in his eyes she could their nervous dart to the side before he lifted his hips the few inches needed to for her to pull his underwear down. Only as far as mid thigh but that was as far as they had to go.
“Is there a problem?” It wasn’t entirely fair of her to ask that question when she had his dick in her hand, using it as a reference point as she shifted to straddle him. “Are you waiting for room service or something?”
“No, no, I’m just not use to it being the two of us. Just us, I mean. I keep expecting a Slayer to walk in.”
“That’s not going to happen.” It was a silly idea but once he put it in her head she couldn’t shake it. “Right? They didn’t know we were coming here did they?”
“No,” Xander kissed her, keeping her from look back towards the door in the process, “that’s why I got us a hotel room. So we could be alone.”
He kissed her again, seemingly regaining some his lost confidence, and tried to pull her down with him when he leaned back but her knees were too firmly planted on mattress so that he ended up sprawled beneath her. This was a familiar position for her, Dawn almost always took the lead in their relationship, so it just felt right for her to be the one to guide him in. It was normally her role to make him do what they both wanted and tonight was no different.
Up to this point her hold on his dick had been light, barely doing more than rest her palm upon the head once she had settled in above him but now she had to tighten her grip. Well more of a pinch than a grip; she couldn’t wrap her fingers around his shaft, not without twisting her wrist beyond its limits, but she could squeeze his shaft between a pair a finger as she slid her hand down so that her knuckles were pressed against his groin. This wasn’t the best way to do things, it didn’t give her the most control, but it worked. More or less.
The first time she tried to lower herself onto Xander’s dick she just pushed it to the side, squeezing it between her vulva and palm. She didn’t mean to tease him but instead of immediately trying again to mount him she ground herself against the underside of his shaft. It started out as a natural side effect of her upward motion, wanting to maintain contact and control made it inevitable that Dawn would keep the length of pressed firmly between her lower lips, but then she got distracted by the feel of him and spent far too long swiveling her hips against him. If she was being generous to herself she would say that she was just making sure she would be wet enough for when he finally entered her.
When that was happened was complete under her control, all it took was a little will power and the knowledge that if she kept grinding one or the other of them would finish before they really got started. With that in mind Dawn forced herself to rise up a little bit higher so that she was was rubbing against the head instead of the shaft of his dick; that way when she snapped her hips back there was a chance that he would slip inside her. It didn’t happen the first time, or third but eventually she opened up to him.
“There it is.” She wasn’t sure why she said, it wasn’t like she had found Xander’s cock for the first time just then, but she felt a need to say something as she sunk down. She kissed him this time to keep herself from saying anything else silly as she started to move. Again that is; the way she moved, pushing up with her legs and twisting her hips, was more or less how she had moved when grinding so this could almost be just more of the same if it weren’t so different to have a dick inside her.
There was something special about being with, being penetrated by her man that made it unlike anything else. True she didn’t have much experience that didn’t involve Xander but it just felt right no matter the speed. That was why it was so hard for her to keep to a slow steady pace that would make this last. If she moved too fast she’d be back to a premature finish. Really the only reason she hadn’t lost herself yet is that Xander was lying almost motionless beneath her, still governed by whatever doubts earlier held him back.
“What’s wrong?” She slowed to a stop as she looked down at him.
“He’s just waiting for me,” Xander said from behind her.
Behind her? Holding on to the man she was riding, she was sure he was solid and real, Dawn twisted to look over her shoulder to see who, what was speaking. It was Xander, a smiling, naked Xander stepping out of the shadows.
“Happy birthday.” That was the Xander beneath her smiling now as well, though a lot less confidently than the Xander behind her. There were two Xanders.
“How?”
“Magic.” The standing Xander stepped closer moving between the other him’s legs to reach her. While she was still confused, trying to figure out what was going on and how it could be happening, she was an easy target for the Xanders’ roaming hands. They both stroked her sides, one set of fingertips running up while the other ran down. The Xander in front of her, the one that already had his dick inside her, reached up to cup the underside of her breasts his thumbs rubbing her nipples even as his finger wrapped around her ribs.
The other Xander’s hands went down, pausing just a moment on her waist before digging into her rear. Or was it her legs? It was the weird spot where her ass met her thigh, that didn’t have a good name, that his thumbs dug into spreading her open. For a moment Dawn thought he was aiming for her anus, something the real Xander would never do, not without her prompting anyway, even he rested his dick between her cheeks before directing it down her pussy. Her already full pussy. She already had one Xander in her and now the other was trying to push his way in.
“Gaa!” That was supposed to be ‘god’ but she couldn’t manage the whole word, not with the dominate Xander pulling her down on both of his dicks in time with his strokes. It wasn’t just the fact that there were two of them that stretched her painfully tight but how the normally subtle upward curve of Xander’s dick was being mirrored by their current position pushing in opposite directions. The small part of her brain that wasn’t being crushed along with her body wondered what it felt like for the boys.
She could feel their two shafts rub against and past each other as they fucked her at their slightly different rhythms. It wasn’t just that one pushed in while the other pulled out, it was that they moved at different speeds so that sometimes they moved in sync and sometimes in opposition. The Xander beneath her used short strokes pausing each time before driving his hips up; the strokes of the one behind her were long and steady without pause. Either was the Xander would have moved given their respective positions, and either would have been pleasurable on their own but together they didn’t give Dawn break. Or a chance to learn the rhythm.
Normally she could predict his action, figure out how to respond, what moves to make to drive him wild but with two of him working together she was completely at his mercy. Together they could play on all of her weak spots at once, nibbling on her neck, pinching her nipples, and a dozen other little things. Squeezed between two bodies she could only grunt and moan. And cum.

The first time came as surprise; it was too soon, too early for her to be prepared or have any control so the scream that accompanied her orgasm ripped through her throat at full volume sure to be heard by every room on the floor. Feeling a hand close over her mouth was a shock but clearly Xander knew her better than she knew herself as that barely muffled the moan that came next.
She had clenched so hard, had become so tight that it felt like she was being turned inside out when one of them pulled back. Even though she was still at the peak of one orgasm she would have cum again right then were it possible, instead she just had to settle for that one lasting longer than normal. One that seemed to get a new burst of fuel whenever either of the boys inside her twitched or moved. One that lasted long enough that Dawn was honestly surprised that the Xanders were still hard, that not at least one of them had shot off inside her, by the time she went limp.
Throughout it all the dominate one had kept things moving; hampered as he had been by his attempt to keep the noise at least somewhat under control his strokes had slowed but never stopped, now that she had crashed and could do no more than whimper he sped up again. So did the other Xander, the one beneath her. They both bucked, their hands overlapping on her waist as they both tried to gain some leverage, making up for lost time and taking advantage of how wet she was after her orgasm.
She was looser too; in the rubbery afterglow all of Dawn’s muscles were much more plyable letting her body be stretched and flexed by the twinned cocks without the twing of pain that marked the start of the night. She almost missed it, that little extra bit spice, but just almost. Being the sole focus of two men, two Xanders was more than enough, most nights one Xander was that. Tonight with twice the required number of boyfriends it was no surprise that she felt a second orgasm building.
It wasn’t that big of a climb, it wasn’t like she was starting from scratch this time, but still she doubted she’d get back there before the boys finished. Already she could hear the breath of the one behind her grow short and his strokes grow ragged sure signs that he didn’t have long left. If she hadn’t been still strung out from her first orgasm she would have tried to slow him down or more likely buck back against him trying to match his pace and meet him at the goal. Instead she had to just lay there and whimper when he shot off inside her leaving her and the other Xander unfulfilled.
The other Xander. She had been so focused on the Xander behind her when he started grunted that she had almost completely forgotten the Xander beneath her, a feat that had been made easier by the way he had held himself still. Even now as the other him slumped to the side he kept his eyes closed and breathed slowly through his nose maintaining his control. Once he did start to move it wasn’t his hips but his hands sliding them down from her waist to between her legs.
Working in the small space between their bodies he stroked Dawn’s opening making her shudder and moan. All it took was a single touch to make her jump in her current sensitive state but it wasn’t like he stopped keeping her twitching until there was a rush of wetness between her legs. It took her a moment to realize that it was the spent Xander’s cum being squeezed out of her cunt and not the active one reaching his own finish but he remained hard and throbbing inside her seeming strangely permanent. Once again Dawn could feel herself approaching climax but this time she was not going there alone.
“Look at me.” She forced herself to speak, raising herself up that she could see Xander’s face clearly. “Look at me and see what you’ve done to me. See me c-um.”
She held out long enough to see his eyes open and know that he really was seeing her before she came, her back arching and her last word stretching but she wouldn’t break eye contact. She was sure that the connection would push him over the edge, would break his control making him buck and grunt and finally met release.
“Yes. Yes.” Feeling his cum rush into her Dawn let herself collapse, no longer needing to see him, happy that they had come together, more or less once you took in account the difference in length, which is all she really wanted. To be with Xander but maybe not on top of him, that was a less comfortable position in the afterglow. She rolled off him landing on the other Xander creating a moment where they all had to shift before she ended up laying on the bed cradled between their bodies.

“Happy birthday,” the Xanders spoke as one.
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