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The Adventures of William the Bloody	By : QueenB Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 4335 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He had no idea how early in the morning it was. Five o’clock? Six? Without vampire senses, his ability to judge time was rather askew. He walked down the streets, taking his time, noting all the familiar landmarks around him.
The town looked so different by day, the light pointing out the many things he’d ignored or missed during his nocturnal prowls. The rattle of garbage cans being emptied, the bright colors of flowers and the smell of freshly baked goods were among the many things that caught his rapt attention. At the floury smell, his mouth watered and he drifted close to one shop. He hadn’t eaten in hours and his stomach rumbled disagreeably.
He dug in his pockets and frowned. He’d forgotten to take any money with him due to his summarily swift exit from the mansion. It wouldn’t be wise to return given his recent conversation with Angelus. The vampire was likely to beat him senseless or turn him over to Drusilla. Shuddering at the notion, he turned away from the shop, trying to ignore his aching insides and the various other pains in his body.
The school it was then. Hopefully, seeing him in daylight would convince Buffy he wasn’t a threat before she decided to impale him on the pointed end of a stake. Maybe he could pretend to be a student and get something to eat as well. Licking his lips at the thought, he headed for the school grounds.
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Buffy was still shaken by her encounter with Angel. Once again she’d come face to face with him; once again she’d been unable to strike. She tried to tell herself it was because Gage had been there. She couldn’t very well stake a vampire while a civilian was watching, could she?
But Gage had just been attacked by Angel and he’d seen her fight off the demon. Even if he didn’t know what Angel was, he now knew he wasn’t human and that monsters roamed the night. She could have killed Angel and Gage would have been more than understanding about it.
So why couldn’t she? She was still holding onto the hope that her lover was somewhere in there, that’s why. It was stupid. He was going around killing people and she was risking another human life each time she allowed him to escape. She was a lousy Slayer; it was only a matter of time before her friends figured that out.
But she couldn’t bring herself to tell them that. So she edited the events of last night slightly. She sat on the sidelines of the school’s swimming pool and told them how Angel had spit out Gage’s blood.
“Maybe his eyes were too big for his stomach,” Willow mused.
Or maybe there was something in Gage’s blood that Angel didn’t like—say, like steroids,” Buffy ventured.
Willow looked wide-eyed at the swimming boys. “That would explain all their behavioral changes.”
“And their winning streak,” Cordelia sighed. Darn, just when she thought she was being allied with the winners for a change, the wackiness that was Sunnydale had to shoot her dreams down once more. Then someone striding from the changing room caught her eye. “Oh. Oh. Oh my. Now that, girls, is my kind of…”
William had had a difficult time locating Buffy. It had been six years since he’d been in the old Sunnydale High School. Dredging up his memories of attacking Buffy and other students there on Parent/Teacher night, he’d managed to locate the lunchroom where he’d done some discreet questioning about Buffy’s whereabouts. To his surprise everybody there knew about her in one way or another.
A few dismissed her as a freak. Others spoke about how she always seemed to show up in time to help save them from some disaster. Whether she knew it or not, Buffy was admired by her peers even if they shunned her for being a tad unconventional.
He’d scanned the room but couldn’t spot her at all. His disappointment was only increased by the discovery that his lunch had to be paid for. He managed to scrounge a few things from the garbage, ignoring the amused, contemptuous stares of the other teens.
Finally he’d managed to track Buffy down to the gymnasium swimming pool. William paused uncertainly. Buffy was with her friends. Would she be receptive or flee? She was the Slayer; she didn’t run when she didn’t have to. But it might be difficult to persuade her to listen. However, she did seem to be a captive audience to the athleticism of the swimmers. A better opportunity might not present itself.
He took a deep breath and started walking as unobtrusively as he dared towards her, Willow and Cordelia. Then he noticed their attention was directed towards the opposite end of the room. He followed their gaze as all three women stood up.
A tall, lean male, completely naked save for a tight red Speedo, flat slippers and swim goggles around his neck, was striding from the changing room. William’s gaze swept over the trim legs, the slim waist and lightly furred stomach and hairless chest. The man was still in the early flush of youth, well endowed without being overly muscled, with a swimmer’s lithe build. William’s appreciative gaze landed on his face and he gaped in shocked recognition.
“Xander?” Willow squeaked.
“Xander?” Cordelia yelled, her admiration giving way to outrage.
Oh dear Lord! Is that Alexander Harris?! William stood rooted to the spot as he took in the paragon of masculine beauty before him. He’d been tied up in Harris’s basement and seen the boy in various states of undress. The man had been rather comely but the vampire Spike had been too furious at his weakened position among the humans to care. But now he was swept with desire at seeing the luscious form and his jeans tightened in response.
The next moment the boy dashed towards the side of the pool to shield himself from the women’s stares and the spell was broken. William ran up the gymnasium stairs unnoticed as Buffy and her friends confronted the embarrassed brunette boy.
This is ridiculous! First Angelus and now Harris. I always thought he has handsome but I can’t be taken in by such concerns now. I need to talk to Buffy. He sat down and took deep breaths, closing his eyes to regain some semblance of control. When he opened them, he saw to his dismay that Buffy and the others had vanished for their next class. The entire crowd was dispersing as the swim coach barked for the team to hit the steam room.
Now what do I do? I can hardly impose myself into Buffy’s classes. Perhaps I might confront Harris. William shifted uncomfortably. His erection had subsided somewhat but the thought of seeing Alexander half-dressed (or thoroughly unclothed) was enough to revive his partially flagging hardness.
I’ll wait. He must be with the other men. It should be easy to get him alone and unguarded…no! That’s not what I meant! I just want to talk to him. The straining flesh in his trousers seemed to have other ideas.
He edged into the locker room, which fortunately appeared deserted. The steam room must be in another part of the sports hall. He started and shrank behind one row of locker stalls as he heard the voices of many youths raised in idle chatter. His predatory skills hadn’t entirely deserted him as he remained deathly still and strained his ears to hear if Alexander’s voice was among them. After what seemed like ages, the voices died down and he heard the doors swing shut.
Was he alone? He heard slight movements and edged cautiously around the corner. There was a young man shrugging on the last of his clothes but it wasn’t Alexander. Fortunately the boy’s back was to him and he was able to scoot into the abandoned steam room.
Xander lounged back on the bench. He didn’t really get the idea of getting bathed in steam after a shower. First you were wet then you got soaked with damp air. What was the point? Still it was exciting to be surrounded by so many buff guys.
As always his homosexual thoughts produced a twinge of guilt as well as slight panic. There was nothing wrong with admiring other guys’ bods, was there? He was a guy and he thought himself fairly good looking. Why should he think other guys were ugly? But he wasn’t sure if it was a straight thing to do, seeing other men as hot. [Ack! Did I just think hot? Think about girls. Think about Cordelia. She’s your girlfriend. You cannot betray her by having naughty sex thoughts about guys!]
But Cordelia didn’t always get his motor running. With her, it was mostly heat brought on by the constant danger they were in and their snippy comments to each other. He often found himself thinking about other things when he was kissing her—like boys. No! I’m thinking about the problems these guys are having. I’m thinking about the creature from the Black Lagoon making fish food out of the swim team. That’s all.
Never mind that these other swimmers had great bodies and there was an undeniable thrill at being amongst so many terrific-looking male forms. Never mind that when he’d first seen Angel, he’d thought the man studly and buff. Xander Harris was definitely not thinking about rippling pecs or abs or manly sweat or…oh crap. Xander banged his head against the wall behind him and whimpered. Shit, he was doomed.
But it wasn’t as if anyone could read his mind, was there? He opened his eyes to take a peek around. He was alone and he reached beneath his towel to touch his prick. At the first stroke of his fingers, it awoke and stirred. He closed his fist around it and began beating it in one long slide up and down. Thanks to the moisture running down his body, it was already wet to the touch and therefore needed no further lubrication. His eyes fluttered shut and his hand settled into his familiar rhythm.
William blinked and brushed his hair out of his eyes once more. He was beginning to think this was a bad idea. The steam made it difficult to see and he was afraid to call out to Xander. What if he wasn’t alone? How would he explain his presence to a stranger? Pulling his shirt away from his sticky body, he wished he could remove it. At least he might be mistaken for a member of the swim team in the murky light of the room should anyone unwanted stumble in.
But he couldn’t risk the boy seeing the new wound on his throat. If it had been anyone else, William could have passed it off as a dog bite but Harris was too familiar with vampire attacks to mistake these for anything other than a vampire’s mark.
He was about to give up when he detected a slight moan. William paused, every nerve alert. Was someone being hurt? He hesitated before deciding to help. He wasn’t willing to let an innocent be harmed. The moan was repeated, louder this time, followed by a soft sigh.
Ah, this was something else again. Still, it might be a good idea to make sure. He leaned as close to the corner as he dared and peered around it. His heart stopped and then thundered in his chest as he took in the sight before him.
It was Alexander. He was leaning back against the wall and his right hand was encircling his cock. He slid his fingers up and down the thickening flesh and William watched, enthralled, as the pole jumped and flexed between his digits. It grew taller, thicker and red from the lad’s attentions and William watched the boyish chest heave, saw the concentrated twist of the features and heard the breath catch in his throat as the cock darkened in his hand.
The boy began jerking himself faster and his teeth bit down on his lower lip in anticipation. William found himself licking his own lips and rubbing at the crotch of his jeans. He moved closer without realizing it, his own breath coming faster as his eyes locked on the fat head disappearing and reappearing between Xander’s damp fist.
The lad was getting closer to the end; he recognized the signs from when he had handled himself, secretly and shamefully in his darkened bedroom, listening with one ear cocked lest his sick mother catch him at the dirty business. At this moment, Xander was so engrossed, he wouldn’t notice an intruder. He wouldn’t notice anything unless William drew attention to himself.
Images of Gage, the other swimmers, even his dead friend Jesse, tumbled through Xander’s mind. He’d never admit it to Buffy even under pain of torture but he occasionally had fantasies about Angel. It was sick but he couldn’t seem to help it. Imagining the vampire—no, wait, maybe Spike would be the better choice—caused his cock to stiffen even more. Xander’s back arched slightly, his cock jerked in his fist and he came, thick white liquid pouring over his hand. He emitted a strangled moan and sagged back onto the bench.
William leaned against the stall. He knew he had to go, knew Alexander would soon open his eyes and see him but he was powerless to move. Lust was a tightly coiled ball in the pit of his stomach and the young man just a few feet away was the cause. William sighed softly and the next moment, his eyes met Xander’s.
The brown-eyed mortal opened his eyes and yelped. Standing nearby was a blond guy he’d never seen before, staring at his cum-covered hand. He jumped to his feet, nearly tripping over the loose end of the towel and tried to tuck it around himself. “Who are you?” he squeaked.
“I-I’m…oh bother, I hadn’t really thought about introductions. I’m…”
“Spike! Shit, you’ve got a nerve coming in here, fella. Buffy’s on the premises and the last time she met you, she dropped a piano on your head. But here you are, turning up again like Wile E. Coyote. Don’t you have any brains?” Xander’s thoughts skittered around in his head. Buffy had to be close; she was keeping an eye on Gage and the other swimmers. One shout and she’d come running.
“No, I’m not Spike. Well, I suppose I am to you. But I swear I’m not a vampire. Please listen to me!” He stepped closer to the young lad only to see him stumble away. Seeing no other way to convince him, he grabbed Xander’s hand and brought it to his chest.
Xander cringed away at being so close to the undead. Then he stopped as Spike made no apparent move to bite him. The next moment he became aware of the warm chest under his hand and the throbbing heart.
It fluttered and beat under his fingers and he spread his fingers wider, moving them over the muscled expanse. The tip of one finger grazed a nipple under the thin shirt and his eyes widened in shock as the nub stiffened under his touch. He yanked his hand away and retreated backwards to stare into the blue-eyed gaze of the man standing before him. “Okay, okay, okay, uh, um, you’re among the breathing now. Definitely, no need to show me, haha!—anything else. I’m convinced!” He cleared his throat, aware that he was babbling like Willow. “Uh, care to tell me how that happened, Spike?”
The other man frowned. “First of all, I am not Spike. My name is William and I would greatly appreciate it if you addressed me as that from now on.”
Xander sneered, his confidence returning now that Spike appeared incapable of biting him. “Uh huh. Assuming I care, you want to explain why you’re human and what the hell you’re doing here in the steam room? Looking for company?” He blushed hotly as he remembered what he’d been doing a moment ago and that Spike must have seen him.
“Actually, I was looking for you. I’m in a bit of a sticky wicket and require assistance. I wish to warn you and your friends about Angelus’s plans.”
“You’re warning us about Angelus? I thought he was your Sire.”
“Well, he’s not now that I’m human. Anyway, I know what he’s plotting. He’s going to unleash a terrible demon cast in stone called Acathla. He must be stopped before his plans come to fruition.”
“Good luck with that, pal,” Xander replied bitterly. “Buffy is dragging her feet on this one. She won’t stake him and every night racks up another human victim on his buffet table.”
A pang smote William when Xander spoke of destroying Angelus. He didn’t like the coldness of Angel’s alter ego but he knew the soul of the man was decent and kind. Also he understood the pain of the love that lay at the center of the demon’s heart. Perhaps there was a way of placating Xander without getting his Sire staked.
“Let me speak to Buffy. Perhaps I can reason with her. Or, better yet, we could talk to Willow. She could restore Angel’s soul and stop Angelus’s nefarious scheme.”
Xander scowled. “Look, Spike—”
“William.”
“I don’t know what your game is and I don’t care. I’m not playing. But even if I was, Willow can’t restore Angel’s soul. Only the gypsies who cursed him can do that. And the one gypsy who was actually game on helping him suffered a terminal case of snapped neck, courtesy of your Sire.”
“He’s not my Sire! I’m human now. Don’t you understand that?” William stepped closer and glared at Xander.
“Yeah, another mystery. You still haven’t explained that, William.” Xander spoke his name with exaggerated sarcasm and William gritted his teeth with frustration. But this close to the brunette he couldn’t deny Xander’s attractiveness. His anger made his face taut, removing the last vestiges of baby fat and his eyes darkened with burning intensity. He almost looked like Angelus and William began breathing fast as arousal bathed him all over again.
He had to get away from Xander right now. The man’s proximity was making parts of his anatomy uncomfortable. In a moment, the boy would notice and this conversation would become impossible. He swallowed and stepped back carefully from the high school boy.
He ran his hands through his dampened hair as he fumbled through his explanation. “I-I don’t know how this occurred. I have knowledge of future events, events that haven’t happened yet, and in the future I am, will be, remain a vampire.”
“But you’re still William the Bloody, the one who killed two Slayers, aren’t you?” The brunette looked Spike over carefully for the first time since he’d appeared. He’d never seen the peroxide blonde up close before now but his physique pretty much matched what he could recall seeing under the heavy oversized duster he habitually wore. His face bore the same sharp cheekbones, blue eyes and pouting lower lip.
Yet there was a strange softness about it all that somehow relaxed the jutting features. Perhaps it was the pleading look or submissive stance. Perhaps it was the naturally sandy blonde hair that had replaced the slicked-back, dyed follicles. Xander reached out towards Spike, this time lifting up a strand of blonde hair over his left brow. He traced the scar that lay there with one finger, surprised when Spike flinched away from his touch.
“That was—that was a long time ago. I’m not proud of what I did,” he said hoarsely and he realized it was the truth. He’d been too caught up in the throes of lust and the hungry aftermath to consider what he was, what he had been. Now the faces of his victims began to flit before him, their faces twisted by fear and pain in the final moments of their lives. He shuddered and hugged himself tightly.
This is puzzling with a side helping of bizarre. Spike looked genuinely sick as if the thought of butchering two girls was wigging him out big time. Without thinking, Xander clasped him by the shoulder and led him to the bench he’d recently vacated. “Easy, pal. You’d better sit down. You look like your breakfast is about to make a reappearance.”
“I-I’m going to be fine. I simply need a bit of time to recover. This has all been very strange for me.” He lifted his head and dropped into the black eyes of boy seated next to him.
In the steam just beginning to dissipate from the room, there fell a breathless hush, as Xander’s touch on his shoulder became an unthinking caress. The fingers brushed up the side of his neck, inadvertently touching the covered wounds left by Angelus’s fangs, and William’s head fell back against the wall. A bolt of pure desire shot through his body and he moaned aloud.
Curious about the former vampire’s reaction, Xander stroked his neck harder and saw the hips jerk. The man gasped and drew the brunette’s head towards his for a ravenous kiss.
I’m kissing Spike. OH MY GOD! I’M KISSING SPIKE! But he said he wasn’t Spike; he’s William. Does that make this okay? Damn, he’s a really good kisser, too. Ack! No! Stop!
But Xander couldn’t pull away in spite of the screaming of his inner voice. He wound his fingers in those sandy waves and sank deeper into the sucking mouth.
William took the lead as he plundered Xander’s mouth. He sensed the hesitation and awkwardness in the lad; however eager he was, this was a new experience to him and William would have to show him what he wanted. The idea of giving Xander a solid coring was inexpressibly exciting but he was certain the boy was a virgin and, without proper lubrication, the experience would be excruciating.
No, Xander would have to take him and William was more than willing. He leaned forward and lipped along the collarbones, over the hairless expanse of chest and chewed on the brown nubs that lay enticingly on the brunette’s chest. The harsh cry that rose from Xander’s throat told him how much the young man enjoyed his attentions.
William’s hands brushed down his torso, tickling his sides unbearably, and landed on his waist. He gripped him with almost vampire strength as he dragged Xander to him. It was too awkward doing this sort of thing on a narrow bench and both men half slid, half fell, onto the slick floor.
This wasn’t right. Xander knew it. He was sure he should stop. Any minute now. He also knew he couldn’t. He kissed William again, his tongue fighting awkwardly with the other man’s until William clasped his head and pushed him back slightly. “Relax, Alexander. Don’t be so nervous,” he whispered.
Of course, Spike had to have done this before and Xander’s inexperience must have been painfully obvious. “I’m sorry. It’s just—I haven’t…” He trailed off miserably as William smiled at him.
“It’s quite all right. Kiss me as if I were a woman. They like the same things we do—mostly. I’ll guide you about what is unfamiliar.”
“O-okay.” Xander bent back and this time remembered how he would kiss Cordelia. She was more experienced than he and had told him in no uncertain terms what she liked. He allowed his tongue to flick at the plump lower lip and watched in satisfaction as William’s eyelids fell to half-mast, the blue eyes peeking out at him from beneath long, fair lashes.
Encouraged, he licked again, brushing the teeth as the mouth fell open. William’s tongue emerged to meet his in a teasing dart; then he reciprocated. Sucking kisses were alternated with nips and bites. Recalling the earlier reaction, Xander pressed down on his throat and felt the lean, narrow body under his writhe and buck. He began unbuttoning the red shirt.
Remembering his wound, William experienced a small flare of panic. He grabbed Xander’s hands and flushed uncomfortably. “P-please let me keep my shirt on. I’m, um, a little shy.”
“Uh, okay.” It seemed odd the guy would be shy considering what else they were doing but Xander was willing to accommodate him in this. Besides, if anyone were to come in, it would be easier for Sp-William to pull on his clothes in a hurry. Xander dismissed the problem of the shirt and pressed against the body under his again.
Now there was a hardness pressing into Xander’s bare thigh and it wasn’t his own. He let his legs fall outside of Spike’s and began grinding hard against the cloth-covered erection he could feel but not see. The two men clasped each other close, William’s shuddering breaths bursting past Xander’s ear as he bowed up again and again at the wider body covering his own.
“Ah, Alexander, Alexander,” he gritted out and his hands tightened convulsively around the other man’s back. He ground harder against Xander then sat up, pushing him aside.
Xander fell back in dismay. “What is it, Sp—William? Did I do something wrong?”
William shook his head. “No, it’s just I need relief else I shall…” Now it was his turn to blush even though it was foolish given what they’d been doing a moment ago.
“Oh, right. Nothing worse than traveling around with sticky pants,” Xander joked.
William smiled, genuinely cheered by the trademark Xander humor. The lad was irrepressible. As he opened his jeans, he darted forth and pecked the boy lightly on the lips. Then he wriggled out of his pants, leaving them in a pile beside Xander’s discarded towel.
He lay back and his cock came into view, the throbbing length causing Xander to gulp as he stared at it. Once more the brunette found himself at a loss. Was he supposed to screw William or was it meant to be the other way around?
William solved his dilemma by reaching out and capturing his erection. He stroked it a couple of times until little Xander stood proud and thick in his hand. Half crumpled beside him, Xander gasped and the blond dove once again for that mute invitation.
The jiggling motions from Xander spurred William on as he kissed him and stroked his meat firmly. When he thought the boy sufficiently ready, he lay back, spreading his legs, returning his grip to Xander’s waist. He kept the connection between them, knowing that Xander faltered whenever he got too far away. Indeed, William didn’t wish to lose their closeness.
However, he winced when the boy’s full weight came to bear. His back was still tender from the vampire’s lashings. But how could he explain that to Xander without ruining the tenderness of their encounter? He decided to let it go for the moment. He reached between their bodies and took hold of the fat head steadily leaking fluid from Xander’s staff.
His cock was aching and Xander thought he’d shoot right then and there as the blond handled him. Then the head was placed at the entrance to William’s ass and Xander pressed forward cautiously. The blond wasn’t tight as he’d expected and Xander marveled at the ease with which he slid inside. He drew back slightly and surged forward again.
A passionate moan erupted from the man underneath him and Xander paused. Was he hurting William? The blond stared up at him and panted, “Oh, that’s so good. You’re so…warm, Alexander. Please give it to me. I want you.”
Warm? That was a weird thing to say. What was he expecting, an ice cube? But William was in no pain and that was his first concern. Pushing it from his mind, Xander withdrew and then thrust back again. It was a stronger push this time and William’s hips came up to meet him halfway. Moving on instinct now, Xander grabbed the blond’s buttocks and pulled his thighs from the floor.
Joyous moans and soft swearing began pouring from the blond as he matched Xander’s movements. He stroked Xander’s back, his ass, the muscles jumping under his fingers with every powerful thrust into his body. Then he ran his hands through the thick, dark hair. He loved the way the damp strands ran through his hands like water, the jaw working while the boy ground out harsh cries.
Xander had never imagined that it could be like this, so arousing, this forbidden act. The former vampire’s ass rippled and then clamped down around him whenever he pulled out as if reluctant to let him go and the brunette gasped at that hot pressure. Xander shoved his way back in again, hearing the blond’s ecstatic cry.
“Alexander!” No one called him that ever except his father. He should have hated it and yet the sound was exciting as if part of the secret being shared. The other’s rigid cock was getting squeezed between their bodies and Xander was emboldened enough to reach down and touch it tentatively.
William sucked in a breath at the shy handling and decided it was time. He forced their bodies to roll over so he was on top. Freed from the pain of his welts, he smiled gratefully down into Xander’s surprised face. He rested back on his haunches and began raising and lowering himself on the length lodged in his ass.
Oh, it was sinfully good, being able to control the pacing like this, something Angelus would never allow him to do. He reached out and grasped Xander’s hand, wrapping it around his own pulsating flesh, and silently guided the man to the pace he liked.
Xander jacked off the cock in his hand, the first prick other than his own that he had ever touched. The nipples were erect again and he reached under the shirt to pinch and twist them with the hand not engaged with the William’s cock. Groaning, he swore as the ass sealed itself firmly around his meat. “William, Will…tight…so hot…uhhhh,” he moaned. “Faster!”
William obeyed his wish, moving faster, bouncing up and down on his thighs, his blond hair flying around his face. His voice rose louder, the sounds echoing ghostly off the steam room walls. “Alexander, so hard, so good. You…so beautiful.” His body slammed down again and his entire torso arched, blissful cries pouring from him.
His full, heavy balls hit Xander with a meaty plop whenever he landed on the boy and Xander couldn’t help exploring them. He gathered them up in his hand, squeezing them in rhythm with the strokes to William’s cock.
William’s stomach quivered, first tensing and then bellowing out as he moved faster and faster. He yelled with every downward plunge as his prostate was hit. His bottom was smacking against Xander’s balls, his own were being caressed and the point of no return was fast approaching.
With his final descent, he came, his ass squeezing around Xander’s prick, and shot his spunk onto the brunette’s chest. A cry that sounded like “William” wrenched itself from the body trapped between his thighs and Xander spent into the clutching rectum. The blond shuddered and his hips jerked a few more times, the orgasm wracking his frame until he felt dizzy and faint
He sagged and fell onto the boy as strong arms came up and cradled his panting, shaking body. He would have dearly loved to stay this way, relaxing in the gentleness Angelus was never capable of. He could feel sleep tugging at him even now. It was not surprising he was fatigued considering the exhaustive maneuvers of last night and today.
It was not meant to be. Xander sighed and tugged at his hair and the blond raised his head with an unhappy groan. “You’re really cute after sex, William. But there’s another blond waiting for me and she’s gonna come in here investigating if I don’t get out of here soon.”
The other graced him with a languid smile. “You mean Buffy, don’t you? Let me come with you. I must meet her in any case.”
Xander started up in alarm, nearly dislodging his burden. “No! Not now. I mean, how would I explain your coming out here the same time I did? Just wait and hide until after we’re both gone. You can meet us in the library.” He gently eased William off his lap and reached for his towel.
He wrapped himself with the cloth and mutely handed William his jeans. He saw the desolated expression on the blond’s face and looked away. Now that the act was over, he felt torn by storms of confusion. Xander had effectively cheated on Cordelia. Granted, she never let him get farther than second base and he’d done it with a guy but it still was cheating. Wasn’t it?
He turned around as he said, “Look, William, I’ve got a girlfriend…”
He spoke to an empty room. William was gone.

The author shifted as if the seat had turned sticky. “Woo! Okay, that was even better. Who’s next to ride the William pony?” The dark eyebrows scrunched together and the author tapped a chewed fingernail thoughtfully against tea-stained teeth. “Oh! I know. Chapter Three: ‘The Call of Other Lovers.’ “

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