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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 8: Underground
Dawn hung from her ankles looking down the length of the steam tunnel. She knew it was a steam tunnel because she had asked Xander about their spacious spaciousness. Before the whole hanging upside down thing.
They had gone underground as a team, all four of them, in an attempt to finally track down the tentacle demon that Vi had first encountered a week ago. A week in which no amount of research was able to identify the nature of the said demon; they checked the internet, the handful of books they had brought with them or could find locally, they even sent descriptions to Willow and Giles in Scotland all without any sort of meaningful result. The internet had returned plenty of porn but that wasn’t exactly helpful. In the end the hands on approach was called for, they would look for the demon in question and even if they didn’t find it they would still get a feel for the underground and the creatures that lived there.
That had been the plan anyway but there had been no activity, no demons, no vampires, thankfully no rats, just one tunnel giving onto another. Some were small and boxy, others were round vaults, all were empty. And a little on the cold side.
“So… steam?” Dawn flicked her flashlight up to Xander’s face when she looked at him causing him to make an irritated noise before answering.
“That’s what they were called on the UC Sunnydale campus though there’s probably fancier name for them; they’re really just a way to get your power and water lines out of sight while leaving them someplace where you can get to them without digging up the streets.”
“So maintenance workers come down here; wouldn’t they notice if there were demons?”
“They never did in Sunnydale.”
“Sunnydale was different it had a-”
“Hellmouth?” Faith smirked as she joined the conversation.
“Yeah and… Cleveland has a hellmouth doesn’t it; I keep forgetting it’s so calm here.”
“Maybe you’ve been focused on other things?” That was a little catty for the slayer. “But you’re right, normally when the little things clear out like this it means something big is coming; the thing that attacked Vi might have just been on the move… I hate to say it but I think we maybe should split up.”
“Ah, no.” The redheaded slayer’s voice was small and quiet.
“It will be alright; you and Dawn will go that way looking for surface access, Xander and I meanwhile will see if we can reach the river before heading up. I figure he won’t get distracted with me.”
‘Distracted’ was probably code for something but like the earlier cattiness Dawn was going to let that pass. Faith had clearly been stressed out since the move; maybe it was the lack of focus, of something to punch, or maybe it was the whole fugitive thing hanging over her head but something was making her tense and keeping from relaxing. Also if Dawn were to make a fuss she’d just get stuck down here longer. No she and Vi would just head into the upward sloping tunnel they’d been pointed at hoping to reach the surface and their showers soon and not say anything until they were well out of earshot.
“So if Xander does get ‘distracted’ with Faith would you be mad?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean he’s your boyfriend won’t you get upset with having sex with someone else?”
“No; I didn't have a problem with sleeping with you, I had to convince him to do that, and I don't have a problem with him doing Faith. Just if he was going to I’d prefer it I was there. He’s so reluctant to do anything that would hurt me I have to push him to sleep with other people.”
“But why?”
“Because I don't what him to ever feel like he’s missing out because he’s with me. Nor do I what to remind him of the kid with a crush who got jealous when he started dating Anya.”
“That’s what you’re worried about? I would be worried about him having more fun with someone else.”
“That’s not going to happen.” She hadn’t thought they had been that far underground but they were still going up.
“You sound pretty sure of that.”
“I am sure, I have to be. If I ever, even for moment, think he’s looking somewhere else I’ll just screw senseless. Overwhelm him with sex, with me and girls I choose, so that he can’t even think about leaving.” That looked like light ahead, light was good. “Also he always seems scared when sleeping with someone else… Except you, he wasn’t scared of you.”
“Thank you for that.” The light they'd been approaching turned out, once they had rounded a corner so that they could see it, was a caged bulb over a metal door sealed with a bar in brick wall. The rest of the tunnel, at least the part they had most recently been walking through, was grey stone. “Should we go through that?”
“It looks like a basement, basements have stairs up so yeah you should open it.”
“Me?”
“You're the slayer.”
“Yeah, so I should watch your back while you deal with the door.” Vi held up her sword to demonstrate her willingness to fight.
“But you're stronger than me; that door looks heavy. And dirty.”
“You want me to open the door so your hands don't get dirty? What about my hands? I just did my nails.”
“And a lovely shade of pink it is. Open up.” The redhead sighed, took one last look at manicure, and stepped forward taking hold of the bar. There was a screech as the metal strained, clearly not having moved in a while, giving Vi a chance to feel sheepish about her reluctance to use her Slayer strength before the bar slid aside. The door moved more freely opening up on to shadows made deeper by the light above them, if it hadn't been there, if they hadn't had a chance to get use to its brightness they might had seen what lay inside before it was too late.
“After you.” The Slayer stepped aside.
“You think just because you opened the door I should go first.”
“It only seems fair.”
“And I let you sleep with my boyfriend.” Stepping forward into the room Dawn cast her light around low making sure her footing was clear before she looked for stairs or a ladder that might lead to the surface. If she had looked up she might have, almost certainly would have seen the creatures massed there, there tentacles wrapped whatever core their bodies had, and warn Vi off before she followed.
Whether it was strategy that made them wait until the Slayer had entered the room or familiarly with her flesh that made them strike, for these creatures were at least of the same type as what they’d been looking for, that had already attacked her once, either way it was the redhead who first felt a tentacle drop to her shoulder and wrap itself around her chest. The memory of the last time she had been in that grasp washed over her as soon as the slime touched her paralyzing her with a mixture of guilt and arousal long enough for it to lift her up into the air. Having her feet leave the floor brought her back to herself so that she could scream and fight but it turns out that an awful lot of fighting depended upon your ability to push against something like the ground she wasn’t standing on.
“Vi!” Hearing her friend Dawn spun, rushing to help swinging both her light and weapon into the tentacles which gave wetly without accomplishing much. Before the Slayer could be lifted completely from view Dawn dropped her tools and grabbed handfuls of the living bounds managing to loosen them slightly. Trying to ignore how the slime made her hands tingle and how her friend’s struggles and groans started to change in tenor she focused on the progress she could make rather than the possibility that there were more of these creatures.
Another set of tentacles wrapped around her waist from behind lifting her up. Since she was holding on to her friend while being pulled back meant she ended up momentarily horizontal before even more limbs took hold of her legs flipping her upside down when her hands finally slipped. Blood rushing to her head Dawn felt the fight leave her body to be quickly replaced by something else.
She had heard Vi’s story about how the creature had touched her so she expected it to wander but the way that one tentacle wormed its way between her legs as soon as it had her under control seemed a little too intentional. It was not a blind animal thrashing that caused it brush across her groin but rather the experience of a lover trying to provoke as much of a reaction as possible through the limitations of cloth. Even with that Dawn’s breath came short, her heart raced, and she flexing to stay in contact every time it seemed like it was going to move away.
The limbs might have been too thick to get inside her pants but it they could get under her shirt, cupping her breasts as she was lifted higher. She spun as she went up giving her a look at Vi who was farther gone, eyes rolled and mouth open as she was held between two of the creatures. Dawn had time to watch her friend cum, a dozen ‘hands’ massaging her flesh, before she was turned away to face the door and tunnel once more.
Dawn was slower to follow, frustration building faster than climax. It could be because she was upside down, because she was facing the light and one possible direction of rescue, or maybe just because she was a little more experienced than her friend but she seemed to need more than a little above the clothes fun to be happy. Her hands were, having for a while just been holding onto the tentacle around her waist out of fear of falling on her face, so she used them not to fight but to open her fly. As long as she was being held prisoner she was going to have some fun.
With a path open to it the tentacle that had been working between her legs passed under her waistband and panties, pressing directly against her sex. It was to thick to enter, but it could squirm and roll spreading the slime that had made her skin tingle all over her most sensitive parts making her hiss. Then, just when she thought that she had been teased for just a little too long, there was a sudden suction on her cunt that sent her over the edge squirting onto the tentacle’s spongy flesh.
The creature let her hang there limply for a moment, without from the sound of it ever giving Vi a break, thinking about how she got there, bringing us to where we came in, before passing her to another one. As she moved, head swinging like a pendulum, Dawn got a glimpse of an unhappy Faith and Xander walking up the tunnel outside. She opened her mouth to yell at them, either to warn them off or summon their aide she didn’t know, only for one of the tentacles wrapped around her chest to go in cutting off her voice. With her lips wrapped around the demonic limb her mouth was quickly filled with slime that coated her tongue and quickly entered her system. By the time that the Slayer and Watcher had entered the room, bickering about something, she had been reduced to muffled moan.
They, or at least Faith, realized something was up faster than Dawn had meaning she got to, while another orgasm built, watch them fight the tentacles that descended to grab them. Faith used her stake once before switching to a knife and Xander used his favorite axe to cut at the limbs that came within reach but there were just too many of them. It was only a matter of time before one of them got their weapon hand grabbed signaling the end. Without a weapon to cut with Xander, and it was Xander, got quickly picked up out of the fight leaving Faith with no one to watch her back so she shortly followed. So much for the rescue.
The two of them had more struggle left in them than either Vi or Dawn so they jerked and thrashed trying to pull away from the tentacles that mauled them at least at first. The creatures found more purchase on Faith than they had found on anyone else as the tank-top she favored offer little in the way of coverage so the tentacles were quickly able to grab hold of her breasts, pulling at them roughly as she fought. Even her tight jeans which might seem like a barrier couldn’t stop the tentacles from wrapping and dimpling the firm flesh of her thighs and rear while they pulled her legs apart to get at what was in between. Xander meanwhile had fewer sensitive places to target so most of the limbs on him were just trying to hold him in place while a pair rubbed his groin.
What could have been hours later, after the four of them had been worked to countless orgasms, Dawn dozed slung in the tentacles’ embrace. Since the creatures could get to her pussy, to suck up the juices that seemed to be their goal, they periodically would give her a break, a chance to relax and catch her breath that her friends didn’t get. Even with that her world had reduced to moans and slimy touches so it was a shock when tremble went through the creature holding her and together they fell to floor in a heap. Pushing the worst of the limp limbs off she looked around from where she lay to see Kennedy standing just out the door reloading a crossbow and a number of already dead demons piled on the floor. Only a few more bolts were needed to free the rest of her friends.
“Hey idiots,” even all the demons were dead or fled the Slayer that had saved them loaded her crossbow one last time, “we need to talk.”
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