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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 was starting to figure out why the apartment was so cheap; there was no way that four twenty-somethings, okay two twenty-somethings and two eighteen year olds, with no jobs or references could afford a place this close to the hip new riverfront but Xander had found the answer, stairs. You had to go up more than a flight to above the empty storefront, which wasn’t part of the deal, to get there and then no two rooms where on the same level. This made moving in fun even if all they had to move in was a sofa and a few mattresses they’d picked up once they got to town. What made the process even more fun was the Slayers dicking off to check out the nightlife as soon as the sun set leaving him to maneuver the beds through maze of short twisting halls on his own.
Well not entirely on his own. Dawn was there as well but she wasn’t much help, more of hindrance really.
“Here’s your chance to fuck me in Faith’s bed.” She dropped herself down onto the mattress he had just positioned in the middle of the Slayer’s room.
“I don’t think she’d be happy about that.” Trying to ignore her best seductive look, which really wasn’t that good now that he had seen it a few times, he kicked one of the mattress’ corners trying to square it against the wall causing Dawn to give an over dramatic squeal as she rolled onto her face.
“Is this the way you want it?” She looked over her shoulder and wiggled her butt at him.
“Get up.”
“Come on, you wouldn’t fuck me on the couch, or in Vi’s room, which I kind of agree with, and now this. You’re not getting tired of me are you?” Her voice went very soft and vulnerable. “You’re not going to dump me now that I’ve left home to be with you?”
“No; come here.” Xander pulled her to her feet, hugging her and trying to give her a comforting kiss on the top of her head but she was just tall enough to make that difficult. “I’m just tired. It’s been a long couple of days and compared to you I’m an old man.”
“So you still want me?”
“Yes; just give me the chance to sleep, and eat, before you try to jump my bones.”
“Okay,” Dawn stepped back out of his arms, “you want my help moving our bed?”
Their bed. The decision that they would be sharing a room, and the most isolated one at that, had been made without any input from him. For a moment he had tried to fight it but it was no use, the girls were unified in their position and there wasn’t any argument he could have made that wouldn’t have hurt Dawn’s feels and made him look more than little cowardly. No, the were going to end up spending a lot of time together but maybe not right then. “No, I’ve got it. You could call England, it’s morning there right, to check in and maybe find out if anyone delivers.”
“I’m sure there’s pizza,” she said walking with him back to the living room where her bag and phone lay.
“Not pizza; this has to be something else, this is the relatively big city after all.”
“Hey if you don’t like my choice you make the call. Shouldn’t you be calling England anyway? You’re the Watcher after.”
“Yes but you don’t have to worry about being yelled at by whoever’s on the other end.”
“What about Buffy?”
“You yell back.” Okay she never really yelled but she could be quite stern when she wanted to and she was much more willing to stand up to her sister than he was. And he was more than willing to leave her to it while dealt with the last bed leaning against the wall.
While it was meant to handle two it was meant to handle two it was just a twin like the others so that Xander had very relatively little trouble moving up the multiple short runs of stairs that separated the front door from their room. The only real difficulty came on the landing outside one of the bathrooms, having more than one was requirement, where his path turned almost one-hundred and eighty degrees. What he ended up having to do was stand on the landing and feed the mattress on its side into the bathroom until it hit the bathtub; that gave him just enough room to shift the free end over to the upward flight which was only six steps high.
Only six steps took him from the landing and the bathroom to the bedroom which lit only by a sliver of moonlight coming in through a skylight. There was a fixture but like all of the ones outside of the common areas it had no bulbs. They would have to add that to the shopping list along with more than one change of clothes, and something to store those clothes in. And weapons, can’t forgot weapons.
Surprisingly he somehow did forget bedding, sheets, blankets, and the like, until the mattress was on the floor and he flopped onto it. Grumbling Xander pulled off his shirt and bunched it up into a makeshift pillow; he wasn’t going to get much sleep this way but he could at least close his eyes for a little while before Dawn came for him.
That didn’t take long.
Despite how tired he was he was still trying not to smell the shirt he was laying face down on when he felt a hand slide up his calf. It was a hesitant touch and through his jeans he wasn’t sure it was true until it past his knee. In his short experience with her Dawn had always been more aggressive than that but maybe she didn’t want to wake him. Maybe if he pretended to be asleep she would get bored and go back downstairs.
She didn’t; his lack of response didn’t discourage her any as she lay down on top of him, her breasts pressing lightly against his ass, and worked her hands under his body. It seemed fairly hopeless, the task of open his pants as he lay on them, but after much tugging and rubbing, which made him rise, she got the zipper down. A sudden gasp escaped Xander’s mouth as her surprisingly cold hand slipped into his pants and curled around his shaft. There was no point in pretending to be asleep now.
“God, Dawn, why are your hands so- AAAH!” Rolling over to talk to her he was confronted not with the teen he had seen grow up but rather the wispy outline of a woman that moved like blown smoke. Given time he could and would figure out what the thing was but at the moment he was too busy trying to get away from it to think. Scrambling back off the mattress he kicked at the thing, his flailing legs passing through its body even as its cold hands tugged at his pants.
The waist of his jeans were down to his knees when his naked ass hit the wooden floor. This bound up his legs so he stopped kicking letting the thing pull his pants off as he crawled towards the stairs. He was completely naked when he slid down the short flight to the landing where he was able to get his feet under him which let run the rest of the way to the living room.
“Dawn! Dawn!”
“Did you change your mind? If so we’ll have to be quick as there’s a pizza coming.” She seemed to react more to his state of undress than to his tone.
“No, that-”
“I know it’s not exciting but I don’t know any of the local restaurants.”
“There’s a thing.”
“I can see that.”
“Upstairs.”
“I think we should stay near the door, you know pizza.”
“There’s a thing upstairs and it attacked me.”
“Are you alright?” Now she got it.
“It wasn’t that kind of attack.”
“Oh…” Her eyes flicked up and down his body. “OH. Was a girl thing or a boy thing?”
“What? Why?”
“Future reference.”
“WHAT THE HELL!” They both turned towards the apartment’s door at the sound of the Slayer’s voice; Faith was angry while the more sheltered Vi was clearly embarrassed, covering her face so she wouldn’t see the naked man. “I understand the impulse but you guys have a room to prevent this type of thing from happening.”
“It’s not what you think.” Xander stepped up behind Dawn, using her body for cover.
“I think you two like getting caught.”
“There’s a thing.” Dawn pointed upstairs, failing to deny the accusation.
“A ghost,” Xander offered.
“Really a ghost?” She glanced over her shoulder for this exchange.
“Seems likely.”
“If you’re not going to stay on topic I demand that you dressed.” Faith’s anger was quickly fading to mild annoyance walking into the room and hanging her jacket up.
“This is on topic.”
“There’s not really a ghost in there is there?” Vi had stayed outside the door.
“Yes.” The couple said this in unison which seemed to do more to convince the Slayers of the truth of their story than anything they had said up to that point.
“Alright, tell me about it.” Faith walked over to and sat down on the couch forcing Xander to turn and back up, holding Dawn in front of him by her hips so that he remained covered. He then told a quick version of his tale, skipping all references to Dawn wanting to have sex in the other girls’ beds, which didn’t take long at all.
“I believe you, it would explain the rent,” Faith was sitting in such a way that she took up more than half the couch but that wasn’t a problem as Vi was still outside so she had it to herself, “but I know enough about ghosts to know that this isn’t a problem that can be solved by punching. We need a witch.”
“Dawn, didn’t you reach Giles or Willow… It is morning in England right?”
“Like four, I checked, I was going to wait a few hours before calling.”
“Wake ‘em; let’s get this done tonight so she can stop cowering.” Faith hooked a thumb at Vi making it clear who she was talking about. “After you get him some clothes.”
For the next two hours Xander stuck to Dawn hoping her presence would keep the ghost at bay. This meant, after they had rescued his pants, he got hear her half of the conversation when she woke up Willow, described their problem in far too much detail, and develop a plan. Despite this she somehow kept the specifics of that plan from even after the list of necessary items was handed to the Slayers to track down and they were once more alone. The fact that she seemed to enjoy withholding the information just made him try to pry it out of her. Eventually she said she would tell him when the Slayers got back.
“We’re back.” Faith walked in carrying a paper bag, completely ignoring the expectant look Xander gave Dawn. “Sorry we took so long; none of this stuff was that hard to get once we found a store that was open at this time of night and a place where Red could eat.”
“I- I have blood sugar issues.” Vi continued to linger near the front door.
“Well good luck you two; we’ll be down here if you need something punched.”
“What? Aren’t you going to help?” Xander could at least learn a little something of the plan.
“I think exorcism counts as Watcher business; Dawnie can handle it.”
“I thought I was the Watcher.”
“What was the last spell you cast?” Dawn took the bag from Faith and started sorting its contents.
“I… summoned a demon.”
“You mean the one that made people dance until the caught fire and tried to take me as a child bride.” She didn’t even have to look up from the bag to burst his bubble. “I mean the demon not the people.”
“This is a story I’ll need to hear,” Faith stretched out on the couch, “but later; now de-ghost this place so that we can get some sleep.”
Grumbling Xander had to follow Dawn up to the landing outside their bedroom and watch her set out the supplies, a circle of multi-colored candles, herbs, and bronze bowl, in a circle before she would said anything. “Willow said that this is the simplest form of exorcism, there would be no trouble getting any of the materials and I should be able to cast it without any difficulty. The only problem is that the spirit has to be manifested during the entire spell; if it leaves once I start chanting it will won’t work, the ghost could even become immune to this type of exorcism.”
“How are we supposed to do that?”
“You’re going to do that; it seemed to like you.”
“I don’t like where this is going.”
“You’re going to go in there, undress, lay down, and let it do whatever it wants to you-”
“Not going to happen.”
“-that doesn’t hurt you.”
“I said no.”
“Willow said this was the best idea.”
“Really?”
“She said this was the fastest idea. If we don’t do this now we’re going to have to wait weeks until someone can here and cast some more hefty magic.”
“You’re telling me I get screwed by a ghost now or risk waking up to that every night. I’m not living with a ghost long term.” Already being half naked meant that Xander just had to drop his pants but he stopped with his hands on the fly. “If you’re going to be out here how will you know when to start chanting?”
“I’ll be watching.”
“You’ll be watching; of course.” Stepping out of his pants and into the room he tried not to think about what was about to happen. “Don’t take any pictures, okay.”
“Why would I?”
“Just don’t.”
There was still no pillow on the mattress, no sheets, and without any clothes on he could feel just how rough its material was. It was better to focus on that, as he lay there looking up, than on what the ghost was going to do to him once it showed up. Why hadn’t it shown up? What if it took so long that Dawn lost focus and she missed its arrival? What if it never showed up and they had to do this again tomorrow? What if-
“Stop fidgeting.”
“Sorry.”
“Close your eyes, pretend you’re asleep.”
“Right.” Closing his eyes Xander shifted one last time as he tried to get as comfortable as possible. “You’re still watching right?”
“Shh.”
Okay, focus on the positive. Just a little bit of discomfort, well not really discomfort, and then they’ll get a nice exorcised apartment at pre-exorcism prices. Just breathe deep and relax.
The ghost’s touch was just as hesitant as the first time but without the barrier of cloth he was able to feel just how cold it was from the start. He wanted to shout, say something, look to make sure that Dawn had noticed and began the chant but he’d already been told to be quiet once so he was going to just lay there and let the ghost’s confidence build as it moves up his legs, resting its very slight weight on the part it had already passed. By the time it had reached his thighs the ghost’s touch had become a firm probing of the muscles he had developed do to too many hours spent working construction and fighting demons.
Under another hand this examination might have been pleasurable, exciting even, the prelude to something more but this was just chilling. It didn’t improve any when the ghost’s focus shifted over hips and to his groin. He thought he heard a frustrated grunt come from it as it stroked and fondled his cock even as he shrunk away from the cold. Eventually he started to rise giving it more to play with and Dawn less time to cast her spell. Before he felt the ghost shift he knew it was going to mount him but that didn’t prepare him for being surrounded by an icy chill, the ghost’s legs pressing against the outside of his hips as he was plunged deep into it.
“Aaah!” Gasping Xander’s eyes opened and he got a good look at the look of pleasure on the ghost’s half formed face. It, she, was clearly enjoying riding him, sucking the heat from his body with her spectral pussy. She was so cold in fact that this intimate touch quickly made him numb; only distantly could he feel the movement on his cock, shifting between firm and fleeting in an alien manner. Maybe in a less chilling situation he would have enjoyed it. More that it is, there was no way he could deny that it felt good but it was just too strange. He had too little control.
The ghost pumped herself up and down on his shaft, moaning loudly, seeming to take on more substance with each bounce. It was impossible but Xander could have sworn that her ass had grown firm enough to slap against his legs on every down stroke. Even though he could barely feel it the idea of what was happening was making his balls tighten and tingle.
Trying to slow her down, so that he wouldn’t cum despite the cold, he reached to grab her waist only to have fingers pass through her and go numb. The numbing sensation was spreading, radiation out from his groin, making the feeling of the phantom pussy on his cock stand out ever more clearly. That was it, he was going to cum, the ghost was going to fuck him to completion and there was nothing he could do to stop or really delay it.
Hopefully Dawn would be finished with her chant before the ghost was finished with him. Of course he couldn’t hear her, maybe that meant she was done. No, if the spell had been completed the ghost would be gone. Maybe she was just being quiet so that the spirit wouldn’t know what was up. It might give the game away but he had to check. Pushing himself up on his senseless arms he looked through the ghost’s still wispy form, and past his twitching cock, to the doorway where Dawn still sat, her arm moving in a decidedly unritual manner between her. She was biting her lip, as she played with herself one handed and filmed his abuse with the phone in her other.
“Damnit Da-” Xander couldn’t finish his complaint before the ghost leaned down to kiss him forcing her icicle like tongue into his mouth and sucking the air out of his lungs. Falling back he felt his balls unload, shooting cum high up into the phantoms to disappear, before he passed out.
The sky was lightening in the window above him by the time he woke up. Despite how draining his encounter with the ghost had been he felt pretty good which in turn made him wonder just how long he’d been out. Sitting up he found himself naked and Dawn playing with her phone at the foot of the bed.
“What the hell Dawn?”
“What? You’re up.” She put her phone away before looking at him.
“You didn’t cast the spell. And you took pictures.”
“It was video.”
“The. Spell.”
“Oh, don’t worry, we worked it out.”
“You worked it out? How? Who?”
“Me and Gina talked after you came.”
“Gina? Who’s Gina?”
“The ghost. Aaah.” Xander groaned and facepalmed, he actually facepalmed. He thought that only happened in movies. “You talked to the ghost.”
“Yeah, she’s pretty cool; she has no interest in any of us girl and we were able to come a deal where she has to check with me before going after you.”
“Wait. Why you? Shouldn’t I be the one that’s checked with before a ghost screws?”
“Well um…” She dropped her eyes feeling nervous or embarrassed for almost the first time since they’d first fucked. “I never made you pass out from sex.”
“Were you, are you jealous of a ghost? That you made me fuck?”
“Maybe…”
“Dawn,” Xander moved to hug her which involved kneeling next to her and pulling her against his body in such away that his groin was pressed against her upper arm, “I’m not going to fuck you to the point of collapse just to make you feel better.”
“Damn.” Her mood instantly bounced back up. “For my birthday?”
“We’ll see."
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