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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 7: Finally Some Action
“You grounded her. You grounded your girlfriend.”
“I wouldn’t say that.” Xander wasn’t sure which part of it that bothered him most but he knew that he had gone on patrol with the Slayers so he didn’t have to think about it. Only Faith wouldn’t leave it alone.
“You told her she couldn’t leave the apartment and, I quote, ‘to think about what she had done’; that sounds like a grounding to me.”
“It does doesn’t it.” What he wouldn’t have given for a scream, a nice distracting fight and something to hit. But no such luck; Cleveland was too big for monsters to strike in public and they were too new to town to know where they did hunt. They’d lived there for almost a month and they’d yet to slay anything. That was long enough to start getting worried that something big was brewing. “It’s just that she keeps doing things she thinks I want, or I think that’s why she’s doing what she’s doing, but want I really want is normal. I’ve never been with anyone normal; demons, ex-demons, mummies, bug-ladies.”
“Cordelia.”
“Exactly.”
“And a mystical key in the form of a teenage girl is normal?”
“More normal than the rest of my life; not a Slayer or demon, she may not even be a key any more. The fact that she’s Buffy’s sister should be, would be the most awkward thing about our… us if she just stopped doing stuff like that.”
“What did she do exactly?”
He was not going to talk about that, no sir. If a distraction wouldn’t present itself maybe he could find one. “...Where’s Vi?”
Faith joined him in looking back along the empty alley for the younger Slayer. “Crap. Let’s go find her.”
***
This Slayer business was involving a lot more relationship drama than Vi had expected. She had been told about the monsters and the fights, and she had started to get use to those, but ever since they’d left Sunnydale the only thing they had to deal with was Xander’s sex life. Having to hear Faith, who rumor had it had also slept with him, question him about the latest event was not something she wanted to do so as soon as they started Vi fell back, trailing behind them through the alley.
She knew how dangerous walking down and dark alley alone could be but she was a Slayer and Cleveland was almost painfully quiet. It was hard to believe that there was a Hellmouth here or that it was supposedly getting more active, now that the Sunnydale one was closed, like the mystics claimed. Aside from one, apparently horny, ghost the scariest thing had encountered was the takeout so she felt safe enough increasing the distance between herself and the others until she could no longer hear them.
That was also the reason that she felt safe going down a flight of stairs when she saw some movement; it was probably just a rat and while that might make her scream it wasn’t really a threat. The stairs were the type that plunged under beneath the pavement to give access to a basement and, judging by the amount of trash that had built up, it hadn’t been used in a while. The movement she had seen could have just been caused by settling waste, though ‘rat’ was still high on the list of reasons why that trash would have to settle. God she hoped it wasn’t a rat.
Kicking at some of the loose debris to make room for her feet, and hopefully to scare away anything small and furry, Vi stepped into the well. Down there the entire idea that there was anything worth stopping for seemed kind of silly; the shadows weren’t deep enough to hide a threat and the door looked like it hadn’t been opened in years. Or not.
When she touched it the door swung in not on its hinges but by its latch. She didn’t even know that door could do that but this one did opening on to darkness. A deep darkness likely filled with rats.
“Come on, you’re a Slayer, you can do this, it’s just a dark rodent filled basement that you’re going into in the middle of the night.” Okay saying that outloud didn’t make her feel any braver but it did reminder how silly she was being. She was a Slayer and there was another Slayer less than a block away which was the perfect distance. If there was some threat in the basement Faith should be close enough to help but if there was nothing, and Vi was working herself up for nothing, no one would ever need to know.
Stepping through the door she quickly moved to the side so as much light as possible, which wasn’t much, could get in. She could just make out amongst the shapes of boilers and other things that you’d expect in basement the shape of a mattress in the middle of the room. Someone was living here, someone who went out at night, and is that sewer access in the form of a large grate.
“A vampire.” Vi did a happy little dance bouncing on her heels. Finding where a vamp laid its head was always a coup, if less dramatic than a rescue, and given how slow things had been it was just what they needed. If they were really lucky this would turn out to be a nest, vamps liked living together in nests, though so far she’d only seen one bed. To be sure, and to maybe scope out the best place for an ambush, she ventured further into the room checking behind furnace. She didn’t find anything else but she wasn’t willing to call it a waste of time; knowledge was power after all. All she had to do was make sure she didn’t fall into the grate on her way out and she could tell Faith what she’d found.
Wait. The grate hadn’t been open when she’d come in.
A stake wasn’t much of a weapon but it was the only one they could really carry around town and you’d be surprise how many things die when you stab them in the chest; Vi felt much better once she pulled the rough wood out of her purse. Something had opened that grate but nothing could have come through it without her seeing it so whatever it was was still underground in the deeper dark. Why did it always comeback to sewers? Why didn’t she bring a flashlight?
Moving closer she slid her feet up to the very edge, pushing a small piece of trash over hoping to hear it hit bottom. If it took too long, if it was too far down she wouldn’t have to go after; whatever was lurking down there would just get away. The first thing she pushed over was an empty fastfood cup which, if she was going to be honest, meant that not hearing it hit didn’t mean anything. The second thing she found, a rusty bolt, she could hear land with a meaty thump. It hit something fleshy and not that far down.
“Phooey.” Vi braced herself for attack that didn’t come.
Whatever was in the sewer had to know she was there, she’d hit it and was back lit, and it had to know she knew it was there but it wasn’t coming out. Had she scared it? Knocked it out with one bolt? In a situation like that anything even halfway sane would attack. Or run away.
Vi let herself relax. It ran away. Whatever it had taken one look at her and ran. Did she really look that scary? No, focus on the positive, she wasn’t going to get jumped.
“Aaaagh!” She got jumped.
A pair of wet tentacles wrapped around her legs, ruining her jeans, and half pulled her into the sewer before she knew what happened. There was nothing for her to grab onto save the grate that was suppose to be covering the hole she was being pulled through and she had to worry about it swinging shut even as her hands closed on the bars. More tentacles joined the first pair working up her body and over her rear.
“Get off.” She thrashed and kicked putting all of her Slayer strength behind one stomp that definitely connected sending the creature holding her down sadly without breaking its hold so she went with it until she was up to her armpits dangling from the now upright grate. Now when she struggled she had no leverage and it was a constant fight to keep the grate from swinging the rest sealing her in with creature. She had to either to do her best to wedge herself against the side and wait for rescue or give up her grip and fight the demon on its own terms in the sewer. Maybe rescue would come before she had to make up her mind.
While she thought, and didn’t fight, the tentacles went back to grabbing her, wrapping around her, the stringy slime coating the demon’s skin soaking through her clothes. One particularly slick tentacle slipped between her legs and pressed against her like a giant tongue.
“Ooh.” That felt weird. She wasn’t sure what it felt like but she couldn’t call it aggressive or violent. It almost felt good, like a lover would touch you. She imagined. She could almost grow to-
“Vi!” Xander’s shout made her half turn, losing her grip, before she came back to herself. He and Faith had found the open door and was rushing in to save her. He took hold of Vi’s wrists and leaned back pulling her far enough out of the hole for Faith to pry the worst of the tentacles off from around her waist. The lower one tightened in response really hurting her for the first time.
“Hold still.” It was the very large knife Faith pulled out not her words that made Vi freeze. The more experienced Slayer slid her knife under a tentacle then cut it off with a quick outwards snap.Two more cuts was enough to free one of the redhead’s thighs and scare off the beast. Xander was still pulling on her arms when she was let go so they both ended up falling on the ground in a heap. “Get her back to the apartment.”
“What about you?”
“I’m going after it.”
“Alone? No, I’m coming with you.” Xander had some trouble standing without dumping Vi but he managed it before Faith could jump in the hole.
“Take care of the girl, that’s what watchers do right?” With that she dropped out of view leaving Xander and Vi alone in basement.
***
“Vi, do you want anything? Cocoa?” Dawn wasn’t sure want to do; a little over an hour ago Xander had come in carrying the oddly wet Vi and rushed back out with a flashlight without a word. Now, after a long shower and throwing out her clothes, the Slayer sat wrapped in an oversized towel in her room and wouldn’t say more than a word. Something had happen, Dawn didn’t know what but she knew it was something and she wanted to make it right.
“No.”
“Ice cream?”
“No.”
“Movie marathon?”
“No.”
“Incredibly unhealthy food?”
“No.”
“I’m running out of ideas here.” Dawn sat down next to the other girl. “So are you going to tell me about what happened?”
“There, there was a demon.” Dawn figured as much but at least Vi was saying something.
“Did it hurt you?”
“Not really.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“I, I…”
“You were scared?”
“No. I mean yes but only a little bit and that’s normal.” Vi sat a moment looking away before taking a deep breath and continuing. “It caught me, and it touched me in places it shouldn’t, private places.”
“The demon fucked you?”
“NO.” She actually turned met Dawn’s eyes the force of her denial was so strong. “I was fully dressed, you saw my clothes.”
“So it was more like heavy petting? Alright, stuff like that happens, just punch it in its beady little eyes and move on with your life.”
“But I liked it.” Vi’s voice was small, ashamed.
“Then maybe skip the punch.”
“But it’s not right, to have a demon touch you like that, to have it make you feel… you know.”
“Turned on?”
“Yes.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“I’m a Slayer.”
“So my sister and she’s dated two demons that I know of.”
“That’s different, they were vampires, they at least looked like human.”
“And this demon didn’t.”
“It was all tentaclely.”
“Let me introduce you to the internet some day.”
“Huh.”
“Does what it look like really matter if it felt good? If you enjoyed it how could it be bad? If… Have you ever even had sex?”
“No, I’ve never… I’m not like you.”
“Like me?”
“No. I didn’t mean- I’m sorry.” Even as she spoke Vi could feel she was saying the wrong thing, that even the apology might be a mistake. “I haven’t spent much time with boys, I was homeschooled.” There that was better. “Why does it matter?”
“Seems to me that you would be less uptight about what happened if you got some. Mmm, there’s not really anyone I could set you up with unless… You can fuck Xander.”
“What?! No, that’s not-”
“Wait, I think that’s him now.” Springing up Dawn ran out and down to the front room intercepting a dirty Xander before he could even take off his shoes. “We need your help. Where’s Faith?”
“Staking out the nest Vi found. ‘We’?”
“Yeah Vi and me, well more Vi than me, or help me help Vi. Anyway, come-on.”
“I’m filthy, I just spent an hour crawling through a sewer, can this wait until I wash up?”
“Sure.” She followed him up to the bathroom and leaned in the doorway as he stripped off his shirt and splashed about in the sink. “So… I think you should fuck Vi.”
“What?”
“She’s feeling guilty about what happened tonight and you screwing her would cheer her up.”
“What sort of twisted logic is that? She got caught, it happens.”
“It’s not that she got caught, it’s what the demon did to her, how it made her feel.”
“Scared?” He got the worst of grime off his hands and was working on his nails.
“Turned on.”
“That’s… I’ll talk to her.”
“Fine, talk to her. Then fuck her.”
Xander just grumbled as he finished up in the bathroom. He did not plan to fuck Vi but he could talk to her, he should talk to her, it was sort of his job, and maybe Dawn would learn something. Deciding that an undershirt was good enough he went Vi’s room without changing, knocking on the doorframe before entering.
“Dawn says you need to talk.”
“Is that what she says.”
“No, but I think you need to talk more than what she says.” He wanted to give her some distance but there was no where to sit but the bed so he ended up leaning against a wall. “She also said that you had something of a reaction to the demon’s touch.”
“Yeah.”
“You do know there’s such a thing as a lust demon right?”
“Do you think that is what it was? So it wasn’t my fault? I didn’t do anything wrong?”
“There’s nothing wrong with how you felt but there’s something wrong with what the demon did. There’s nothing wrong with sex but you can’t force yourself on another or do something that would hurt them. That’s what the demon did and why you’re having trouble with it. You shouldn’t let yourself feel guilty for the actions of others.” Of course that didn’t stop him from feeling guilty about some of the actions Dawn had taken.
“It didn’t really hurt me.”
“You can be hurt in ways other than physical.” Xander let himself move closer to the redhead then, close enough that he could offer comfort if she needed it. “You can even hurt people who aren’t there; if I were to sleep with you it would hurt Dawn.”
“No it wouldn’t.” Dawn spoke from her place across the room.
“You’re not helping.”
“Come on, I already share you with a ghost, Vi would be a step up.”
“Hmm, anyway when you’re in a relationship you have to think about how your actions would affect them but your feelings are your own. You didn’t do anything so you couldn’t have done anything wrong. And even if you had done something you’re not dating anyone so you’d only have yourself to answer to.”
“So if I was going to have sex, for the first time, with you I’d need to get permission from both you and Dawnie right?” Vi looked at him not, entirely certain she was right.
“Well, yeah. It’s little more complicated than with a normal relationship but that the general idea.”
“Dawn can I sleep with your boyfriend?”
“Only with me in the room.”
“Hey.” Xander looked between the two girls. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“So you don’t want to, you don’t want me. I did do something wrong.” Vi went all small and injured again.
“No that’s-” Comfort was need; her put his arm around her, cradling her body against his in a hopefully non-sexual way. “You’re vulnerable right now, I’d be taking advantage of you.”
“No you wouldn’t.” Dawn kneeled behind him, part of the group but not touching. “You’d be reassuring her that she’d done nothing wrong, that there’s nothing wrong with her. Isn’t that right?” Vi nodded against Xander’s chest. “You should at least feel her up some, do as much as the demon did.”
“I-” He was out numbered. “Alright, all you have to do is say something and I’ll stop.”
He started slowly, sure that at any moment she would come to her sense, by moving the arm around her shoulder down her body, tracing her form through the towel. Starting back up his hand went under towel, along the outside of her leg, making her jump. Reaching the bend of her knee he stopped giving her a chance to tell him to stop before sliding up to her thigh. Her skin was smooth and silky with the Slayer muscles underneath only barely noticeable. In a different situation he might have enjoyed the way she trembled against his body in response to his touch. Or maybe not.
If he was honest about it than he’d never really thought of Vi that way; even when his apartment had been packed to the rafters with potentials and he had been having night dreams about them she had never been included in the action. Maybe that’s why he wasn’t pushing things, why he was he kept stroking the outside of her thigh rather than moving on to more delicate parts. If didn’t do that soon his hesitation might be noticed, if not by Vi then at least by Dawn eagerly watching them.
Deciding it was time to step things up he let his right hand move up her body, skipping over her waist, and slid across her belly holding her tight. If it had been Dawn in his arms he would have pulled her into his lap before moving his left hand between her legs. With Vi he didn’t want to risk her realizing he wasn’t into this so he used his free hand to tip her head back for a kiss. It was a fairly chaste kiss, just lips pressed to lips without a hint of tongue, but it was the type of thing a girl like her would have dreamed. She moaned and arched her back clearly not wanting it to end but he did break contact she sighed contentedly and snuggled against his neck.
He might have ended it there, sure that Vi’s self esteem had been repaired, but Dawn pressed herself against his back and put her hand over his. She was no Slayer but she was plenty strong enough to force his left hand down under Vi’s towel, the redhead ‘yipping’ when one of his fingers caught on an erect nipple, and between her legs.
Once it was between the Slayer’s thighs Xander took back some control of his hand; Dawn would have been too rough for the girl’s first time, he knew her well enough to be sure of that, but if he did nothing she would just do it herself. The safe thing, the gentle thing to do was position his hand on top of her pussy in such a way that the base of his thumb would grind against her cliterous when he flexed his fingers to stroke her slit. When Vi whimpered, which Xander had to admit was kind of cute, Dawn let go of his trusting him to keep going while she did something else. That something else was unzipping his pants.
Maybe she had released that he hadn’t fully risen to the occasion or maybe she just didn’t want to be left out of the action but as soon as she could she pulled out his cock and started licking it. With the girl on one side of him twitching at his touch and the girl on his other side doing her damnedest to cover every bit of his shaft with spit things were definitely getting interesting. He quickly came to full attention giving Dawn even more to lick, but that was all she was doing, long slow swipes of her tongue up his length, so there was a limit to how excited he could get. Especially with the distraction of turning the Slayer in his arms into a quivering mass.
She was so wet, so close to the edge that all he would have to do is flick his finger the right, push it in between her slick lower lips and she would surely cum. He wondered if she would scream, or moan like Dawn, or would she just give another little whimper. It would be easy enough to find out.
“I think she’s ready.” Dawn spoke from her place near his groin before pushing the last of the towel off Vi’s body leaving her completely naked. She was shockingly pale making the flush of her arousal stood out clearly as Dawn moved her so that she was kneeling over Xander’s lap, guiding her with hands on her hips.
“We can stop now if you want.” He was going to make sure to give her an out.
“No,” Vi bit her lip, not meeting his eye, “keep going.”
It turned out she did whimper when she came.
As soon as he entered her she shook, a short squeak escaping her throat, and collapsed against him. It was getting harder for Xander to hold back with her trembling around him and the rock hard points of the nipples capping her pert breasts pressing into his chest but he’d set himself on this path and would stick to it. He would restricted himself to a shifting of his hips, moving his cock inside her, and a cupping of her ass. That would hold him until she caught her breath.
Dawn wasn’t as patient though moving behind Vi and wrapping her arms around her. One hand cupped a tit, breaking one point of contact being Slayer and Watcher, while the other rubbed against Vi’s clit, making her gasp, before she pushed two fingers into her pussy already overstuffed by Xander’s cock. Curling these two fingers up she formed a hook that she used to pull on the other girl’s pelvis guiding her up.
When Dawn thought she had moved high enough, when she could feel Xander’s cockhead between her fingers, she would push with the heel of her palm forcing Vi back down. This method was simple and effective, using the Slayer’s over stimulated pussy to keep her moving, and Dawn could do it with just one hand. She could also also tweak the trembling girl’s nipple and kiss her way up her spine. Just a little more is all it would take to push her over the edge, to make her cum again. All it would take is something small like nibbling on an earlobe.
The most interesting thing about this orgasm was the way Xander groaned and closed his eyes. He was close to cumming and as hot as Dawn thought it would be to see him unload inside her friend he’d probably get upset after the fact. No, it would be wiser to have him cum outside. Using the hook of her fingers one last time she guided Vi up off of his cock letting her come to rest sitting on his legs. With Vi’s juices on her hand and his shaft Dawn had an easy time jerking him off, the wet slurp of her pumping just audible over the breathing of the two lovers. He was already close so it didn’t take long for her skilled hand to finish him off, she could have counted the pumps, and cause him to shoot his sticky load onto the naked Slayer’s belly. Very little of it ended up on his clothes.
“What the hell;” Faith stood in the doorway covered in sewer slime and vamp dust, “you’re screwing her now too?”
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