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Come, Come, Come	By : KahlanN Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 5229 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Come, Come, Come

Author: Kahlan Nightwing

Pairing: S/?/X

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Orgy, slash, het

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Spike, Xander and all other BTVS characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Twentieth Century Fox, the WB Television Network, and/or the UPN Network. They are not the property of me or any other authors contained herein. Thank you for your time. Dancing with Myself, Rebel Yell, and Cradle of Love are all Billy Idol�s.

Summary: Taken around Dirty Girls. Xander and Spike make a bet, but guess who drops in to spoil both their fun? This is not slash. No money is lost or gained throughout the course of this work. ^_~

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Chapter 2: Rebel Yell

Last night a little dancer came dancing to my door

Last night a little angel came pumping cross my floor

She said, "Come on baby I got a license for love

And if it expires pray help from above"

Both men knew they were in trouble as the leather top slipped from pale, perfect shoulders to pile around shapely legs made more so by the toned muscles that pulled and corded as the leather material slid down them. Both men swallowed dry throats as the voice again filled their ears, as though the woman watching them with amusement whispered just for them.

�If you guys come, I win.�

There was nothing to be done but watch as she began to sway to the music, hips rotating side to side and giving a little extra push at each pulse of the beat. Hands slowly traveled up a body wearing clothing so tight that she might as well have worn none. The hands met above her head, joining her body in its swaying motion to the tune that�aptly fit her. The cat-like stretch made the material of her shirt ride up teasingly, conforming to a toned abdomen as it slid slowly upwards.

In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"

With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"

In the midnight hour babe- "more, more, more"

With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"

More, more, more.

Faith�s lips curved into a predatory smile. There was simply nothing like�teasing�and she�d just walked in on two men that�looked like they needed it. The vampire was trying to glare her to death, but his blue eyes remained glued to her body and his erection was� She was proud to say it was even harder than it had been.

Xander�s mouth was predictably hanging open as he gaped at her, she wouldn�t be surprised to see drool hanging from his bottom lip. It momentarily disgusted her; she�d gotten that look one too many times, then the jaw snapped shut and he glared at her almost as well as the vampire. His mouth opened, probably to admonish her, then snapped shut as her hips gave a particularly lustful thrust and his cock literally jumped.

Faith just grinned.

She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg

But when I'm tired and lonely she sees me to bed

What set you free and brought you to be me babe

What set you free I need you hear by me

Because

The hips continued to swing side to the side with the beat, thrusting forward every once in awhile as if she was�well, Spike could only imagine she liked to be on top. He watched thin, shapely hands, made more for caressing than staking, slowly travel back down her body, painted nails brushing everywhere. And her face�

She looked as if she were teasing herself�and liked it�a lot. Hands gracefully curved around breasts as fingers gently massaged nipples that hardened underneath the dark shirt that did little to hide anything. Those same hands slid down her sides, her mouth opening as a tingle went through and down her at the light touch. Slowly, her hands grasped the edge of her shirt, sliding it up and up until just the beginning of a black bra could be seen.

She heard a low moan come from the bed and echo from the floor as she brought her shirt up and over her head enticingly, as if the two men were the only ones she was dancing for. Hell, she was doing this to excite herself as much as them.

And she was exciting herself. As the men�s breaths became more labored, so did her own. The two pairs of eyes electrified her whole body, so that every part she touched seemed to jump into her hands. She let out a low, growling moan as she flung the shirt to the side casually.

In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"

With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"

In the midnight hour babe- "more, more, more"

With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"

Her hands came back to her body, retracing pale, bare skin and bringing up goosebumps in their wake. She cupped both of her breasts eagerly and let her breath out in a soft gasp as she groped herself, rolling them under her hands and plucking at nipples through the black, lacy material.

Both men watched as those same hands curved around her body on opposing sides. Jaws were slack and hands were still poised on cocks dripping pre-come as the sound of each individual clasp coming loose resonated in a room filled with three gasping breaths as oxygen tried to push aside the arousal that clogged throats.

The one thing not clogged was the moans and groans from both men as the bra slipped from pale shoulders and slid down arms that lowered to allow the fall. The bra fell unnoticed to the ground with a soft thump as two pairs of eyes centered on the focus of every man�s dream and fantasy. And indeed, they were every man�s dream and fantasy.

He lives in his own heaven

Collects it to go from the seven eleven

Well he's out all night to collect a fare

Just so long, just so long it don't mess up his hair.

Hands again came up and toyed around the breasts, till one slipped in and grasped one, massaging as Faith let out a wanton moan and rolled her eyes, hips still gyrating to the music, pelvis still thrusting out as if to capture what the men held in still and erect postures.

Slowly, Faith moved one foot and then the other forward, until she was before Xander, who looked up at her as if she were some goddess sent down from the heavens to�

He tried to pull air into his lungs, tried to gather saliva to swallow, as Faith�s free hand lowered to her waist, slipping under the hem of her tight�how could they be that tight and allow her to breath�pants. Brown and blue eyes watched the bulge that her hand created creep down and down and down.

I walked the ward with you, babe

A thousand miles with you

I dried your tears of pain, babe

A million times for you

Xander jumped as fingers curled down and in and Faith let out a breathy moan, thrusting forward right in his face. He watched, seeing each finger moving through the pants, piston in and out and in and out of� He could almost imagine how warm it was�how wet. And oh�there was something wet coating his own hand. Wasn�t that just nifty?

I'd sell my soul for you babe

For money to burn with you

I'd give you all, and have none, babe

Just, just, just-a, just-a to have you here by me

Because

Faith smirked, stroking herself, one finger one the outside, one on the inside, not even stopping her thrusts or giving herself or the other man a break as she walked toward the bed. She expected the vampire to be harder. But he would also be�pent up. This house full of girls and he had to be a good boy.

Her knees hit the bed and Spike was smirking as she continued her forward movement, crawling toward him, breasts shifting with each movement and her breath hitching as she hit herself just right. She crawled toward him till she was literally over top him, rising up slightly and bracing herself on the wall behind him with one arm. It made the vampire have to crane his head up to her. And it was�a nice view.

In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"

With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"

In the midnight hour babe- "more, more, more"

With a rebel yell she cried "more, more, more"

More, more, more.

She began to thrust then, toward his face, crotch with the fingers still moving right above his still-leaking cock. He could have sworn her felt the heat radiating down on him. She let out a series of breathy gasps right down on his face and his hand moved involuntarily, jerking on his erection so suddenly that he let out his own gasp as come spurted out across his stomach.

Oh yeah little baby

She want more

More, more, more, more, more.

Faith smirked as she backed from the vampire, hand coming out of her jeans and coming up to her mouth. The fingers poised right on the edge of her bottom lip and her tongue came out, as if she would swipe her tongue across them. Instead, she turned to the stereo.

Oh yeah little baby

She want more

More, more, more, more.

�Looks like I win, boys. Now�my prize.� She reached the stereo and hit the button till the number flashed twelve. As the beat once again, and for the last time, pulsed around the basement, Faith turned and smiled at both men. One looked at her with trepidation, the other with anticipation. �I think you�ll both like this game.�

*Excerpts taken from Billy Idol�s Rebel Yell
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