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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 9: Showdown
It turned out that they were the idiots Kennedy wanted to talk to, Xander and Dawn that is. They wanted to fight that descriptor, that of idiots, but they weren’t getting much support from their housemates and nobody wanted to have a heart to heart in a sewer. Or covered in demonic slime so the conversation and their dignity would have to wait until after they got home and cleaned up. And the Slayers called dibs on the shower on the way so the couple were going to have to wait.
They were also going to have to wait on Willow.
The witch had teleported her girlfriend and herself in from Scotland, and then she had cast a locator spell to find them in the sewer, which explained how Kennedy was able to come to their timely rescue, but the back to back castings had left her drained. So Willow was meditating trying to recover the energy she had spent, mostly on the transatlantic travel, while five people shuffled through the shower across the hall. Even Kennedy had made use of the shower and their dwindling supply of towels despite the fact that she could have done with just a washcloth.
“Hey, can I get in my room yet?” Xander, the last one to get into the shower, came out of the bathroom wet and wearing a very short robe that belonged to one of the girls.
“No, Will’s still in there.” Kennedy was quick to answer. “What are you wearing?”
“We’re out of towels.”
“I think you look cute in pink.” Dawn moved to his side, giving him a peck on the cheek, bolstering him against the Slayer’s angry glare.
“I agree; he does look cute.” Willow entered the living room, still looking a little shaky as she came down the stairs, and moved to hug her oldest friend but stopped in response to her girlfriends harumph. “Aright, while I’m glad we were here to save them, are you finally going to tell me why it was so important for us to come here in person rather than just call with the information?”
“You have information? We couldn’t find anything?”
“Oh, it was really quite interesting.” Given half a chance the redheaded witch would revert to her nerdish roots, excited by the process of study alone, momentarily forgetting that Kennedy was upset so she could talk about what she had learned. “I of course started by duplicating your research, which came up empty, so I had to check more esoteric sources.” This earned another harumph that she waved off. “Reaching beyond our reality I found your answer; the reason we couldn’t find anything that matched your description is that these creatures never come to Earth.”
“If they never come here,” Xander tried to ignore the fact that he was still wearing just a robe, “why are they here?”
“That’s a mystery; it could be that something changed making their home dimension hostile so they pushed through when a portal was opened for their tentacles.”
“Why would someone summon demon tentacles?” Dawn’s question showed a momentary lapse into naiveté.
“The other option is that something big came through, creating a massive rift between dimensions that the little squips couldn’t help but fall through.”
“Little? They’re bigger than a person.”
“Size is relative. The problem is that the second option would explain why so many are here in Cleveland… And why no reports have come in from anywhere else.”
“That’s a problem how?”
“Because it means that there is something big here, something scaring off all the vampires and what-not we would normally run into.” Xander sat on the couch, tugging down the hem of the robe to keep himself covered. “This could be very bad.”
“No,” Dawn bounced as she was struck by an idea, “this could be great.”
“This is not great; we are not ready for a big fight.”
“No think about it; if there really is something, one thing, big thinning out the herd it should stand out like a bonfire. It should be easy for Will to cast some sort of tracking spell to find it.”
“Tracking doesn’t work like that, you need to know what you’re looking for unless…” The witch paused as she caught the teen’s vision. “If I just search for concentrations of power there might not be that many, um, pings if what we think-”
“Fear.” Xander corrected.
“-fear is true. There’s going to be false positives, the Hellmouth alone guarantees that, but it wouldn’t hurt knowing where those things are anyway. We’ll have to get some supplies but-”
“That’s not why we came here!” Kennedy’s shout cut them off. “I did not come here to get you three back together.”
“Honey, I’m sorry, we were we excluding you; you know how easy it is for me to fall back on to old habits like when I talking to Buffy or Giles about research.”
“This is different,” the Slayer shook off Willow’s comforting hand, “you didn’t sleep with Giles!”
“Oh.”
“Where’s Faith and Vi?” Xander whispered to Dawn after wincing at the shout and looking around.
“Out, I think. I could call.”
“Shh.” He pulled her down to sit next to him.
“Honey,” the witch stayed focused on trying to soothe her lover, “I didn’t sleep with Dawnie.”
“You slept with Xander!” Kennedy jumped on the exclusion. “You thought that I didn’t hear your confession, that I wouldn’t understand your words just because I was dead, but I did.”
“Wait. Kennedy you died?” Dawn’s concern was genuine.
“She didn’t really die, it was a magic thing.”
“A magic thing that let you deal with your guilt without being honest with me. I know about your history with him.”
“We’re friends, that’s it.”
“You cheated on your high school boyfriend with him.”
“Wait you and her snuck around behind Oz’s back?” Dawn punched his arm when she realized what else that meant. “Behind Cordelia's back? Why didn’t I know this?”
“You were what? Fourteen? Why would I tell you? Why would I tell anyone? Also you were still a ball of light back then so blame the monks for that one.”
“Uh-uh, my nonexistence isn’t getting you off this hook; I’m watching you.”
“See,” Kennedy’s grin at having apparently gained an ally was almost feral, “Dawn agrees with me you two can’t be trusted together.”
“We can’t be trusted together so you have me teleport into his living room? Wouldn’t staying in Europe been the smarter move?”
“No see,” Kennedy paused, taking a deep breath before launching into what sounded like a prepared speech. “You need to be honest with me, with yourself, if we’re going to work. You need to realize you don’t need him, you need to get past this leftover attraction to Xander.”
“I’m not attracted to Xander.”
“Oh, come on, look at him.” Dawn pointed at him as if that were needed. “He has that whole sexy pirate thing going on now with the eyepatch.”
“Weren’t you mad at me?”
“This is more fun.”
“We’ll have ourselves a little contest, a demonstration of abilities.” The Slayer stayed focused, keeping to her script. “And when it’s over the loser, Xander, will face this.”
“Oh, hell no.”
“Give me that.” Willow crossed the room and snatched the large, purple dildo that Kennedy had pulled from her bag of weapons out of the Slayer’s hand. “This was a gift, a gag gift,” she cut off any comment from the peanut gallery, “and you use it to threaten my friends.”
“You had no problem with me threatening vampires with the sword you gave me.”
“The vampires weren’t my friends; the important part here is ‘my friends’.” The witch gestured with the hand holding the sex toy like it was natural, not realizing what she was doing until the dildo flopped making her blush and drop it.
“Question.” Dawn raised her hand to get everyone’s attention. “What type of contest would this be? What? If it’s not a fight you might be able to take her. Unless it’s ‘Star Trek’ trivia, you don’t know as much about that as you think you do.”
“I know everything about ‘Star Trek’.”
“What was the fourth episode of the animated series.”
“The animated series doesn’t count; it’s non-canon, barely a step above fan-fiction.”
“It will be a test of sexual prowess. The contest; not fan-fiction, fan-fiction is never sexy.” Kennedy tried to get things back on track
“How would that work?”
“Ah…” Apparently that was where her script to run out.
“Didn’t think that far.”
“I honestly thought there would be more push back. That you would never agree to this.”
“We haven’t.” Willow and Xander spoke as one but were ignored.
“You would have to compensate for his anatomical advantage.” Dawn started laying out rules for the contest as if it were a done thing.
“You think having a penis is an advantage?”
“Of course it is, why else did you get that?” She pointed to the dildo lying on the floor. “So hands and mouth only?”
“Alright.” The Slayer grumbled an agreement.
“But who are you going to try to get off? You could work on each other.”
“Hell no. I’m not losing my gold star status.”
“That bullshit!” Everyone looked at Willow after the out of character profanity. “What? I think the star rating system is nonsense… This isn’t happening.”
“We could both screw you.” Kennedy looked to Dawn. “You’re slutty enough for that.”
“Hey, she’s not a slut.” Xander felt a need to defend her even if she did wave her down.
“That wouldn’t work; who would go first? Order matters, especially if it’s back to back rounds. And am I just suppose to say one of you did better? Or is there some sort of standard like most orgasms in a half-hour, or fastest orgasm?”
“Fastest, fastest sounds good.”
“But everything else I said still stands.”
“Hmm,” Kennedy grumbled and rubbed her forehead not liking where this was going, “I could get Willow off and Xander could handle you.”
“That’s not fair; you have familiarity, experience with Will. You know what she likes.”
“You didn’t bring this up about you and Xander.”
“Well, I tend to do most of the work. Sorry Hon.”
“That’s it, I’m out of here.” Xander stood and walked into the kitchen followed by Willow who found him standing in front of the closed refrigerator.
“Problem?”
“I think there’s beer on the bottom shelf but I don’t want to risk bending over to look for it.”
“Now you know how I feel in a short skirt. Here,” she pulled out two bottles and handed one over to him. “That nonsense in the next room isn’t going anywhere you know that?”
“One can hope. You going to cast that spell?”
“The detector? Yeah, tomorrow. You’ll have to buy a city map. And as I said it will just show hot spots, including this place; you’ll have three Slayers, a witch, a key-”
“A ghost.”
“You guys have a ghost?”
“Yeah… She and Dawn talk.”
“Does she talk to the ghost the way she is out there?”
“More or less.”
“How’d that happen?”
“Her hometown was destroyed, she wasn’t chosen to save it. She grew up.”
“You’re not just saying that so you’ll feel better about sleeping with her?”
“I’m not sure I do.” That called for a large swallow of beer. “Feel better that is; it just sort of happened, sometimes when I think about it, when I’m not defending us, all I see is the problems. Other times… I think we need each other, we need something normal. We are normal right?”
“I’m a witch who killed her girlfriend; you look normal to me.”
“Hey, old people,” Dawn stuck her head into the kitchen, “We’ve figured out how this is going to work.”
***
“I so don’t like this.” Xander didn’t know why he bothered saying that, he’d said that before they moved into the bedroom, back when he still had Willow on his side, and it did no good. Now that they were in there and Kennedy had whispered something into her ear to win her over he found himself alone facing three naked girls with no safe place to look. “What am I supposed to be doing again?”
“It’s simple,” Dawn was the only one who was comfortable sitting naked on the mattress that served as their bed with the oversized purple dildo lying between her and Willow, “it’s a race. More or less. When we say go you go down on Will and Kennedy will do the same to me; whoever gets their partner off first wins.”
“But why do we all have to be naked?” The Slayer may have stripped off and stood trying to look severe but Xander was reluctant to give up the thin dignity of his robe.
“For fairness. You don’t expect Will and me to be the only ones in the all together.” He could only grumble at that, giving up the fight and finally letting the pink terry cloth drop. Before he could stop himself his hands moved to cup and cover his groin which just drew more attention to it from everyone including Kennedy who Dawn couldn’t help but needle. “Makes you reconsider that whole lesbian thing now doesn’t it?”
“That’s not how it works.”
“Alright on your marks! Ah, get on your marks please.” Dawn pointed to the foot of the mattress where Xander and the Slayer were to kneel in front of each other’s girlfriends. “You’re on your marks? Good. Get set. GO!”
For a moment no one did anything, just sat there waiting for someone else to make the first move, until Kennedy struck. She grabbed hold of Dawn’s ankles and yanked; the girl flopped back and slid to the edge of the bed with a squeal and a laugh. A second later it turned into a ticklish giggle as the Slayer pushed her thighs apart and dipped her head, a curtain of hair falling to block the view of what she was doing. Apparently the squirming was too much for her as she tucked her hair behind her ears before using a firm hand to still Dawn’s hips and reapplied her mouth.
Xander found himself watching her technique for far too long. It wasn’t the type of thing that filmed well so it wasn’t something he had seen before; she completely covered Dawn’s pussy with her mouth so he couldn’t see exactly what she was doing but he could she her cheeks hollow as she sucked and her jaw work as she applied her tongue or maybe even a little tooth to Dawn’s delicate bits.
Now he was no expert on these things, though maybe she was, but that wasn’t how he would have done things. He would have used his hands more, he would have used a pair of fingers to penetrate Dawn, plunging them in again and again before spread them to open her up so that he could plunge his tongue in deeper. Kennedy was doing none of that yet she was able to make Dawn moan and writhe, her arm bumping the dildo lying next to her.
That reminded him of what was at stake spurring him into action.
“I’m sorry about this.” Willow may have agreed to this but he still felt bad about what he was about to do, he was going to have to be rough, to go at things as hard and fast as possible to make up for lost time. Grabbing the redhead’s knees he lifted her legs hooking them over his shoulders; he didn’t let her weight drop back down, continuing to pull her up as he pushed his head between her thighs. This put her on her shoulders looking up her own body at Xander as he attacked her cunt.
While he was tempted to try to mimic the lesbian’s technique he thought it was wiser to stick to what he knew. That’s why he started from the bottom, licking up the length of her lips pushing in at the top while his left hand reached around over her leg to pinch and pull her clit. Almost immediately the witch’s hips rose grinding against his face before falling away; her leg, the one he wasn’t already holding, started to slip off his shoulder until he caught it. After that he had soft skin pressed to either side of his head and his arms up keeping her in place while he continued to work.
He was making up ground, he could see it in the way the muscles in her stomach twitched, taste it in the way he could well taste her, the way her wetness coated his tongue and chin, but he could also see that he was going to lose. He recognized the signs of Dawn’s oncoming orgasm, the way her voice caught in her throat and the way her hands clenched in the sheets, and knew that he had started too late. That even as he watched Dawn fight to keep control and he shifted to push the fingers of his left hand into Willow from above that there was nothing he could do to turn things around.
Then he felt a chill slide across his back and over Willow, goosebumps following in its wake. It took him a moment to put it together, though he did it faster than the witch being able to reach out with his free hand gagging her with a couple of fingers before more than a half-formed ‘g’ could escape her mouth, but he had an ally. He had a ghost who hung out in his room, who had something of a thing for him and had come to his rescue. It may not be fair, it may not even be just but with his ass on the line he wasn’t going to turn away Gina’s help or let Willow giveaway the game.
He couldn’t see, had no way of knowing what the ghost was doing to her but he got to see Willow spasm and scream, not meaningfully muffled by his hand, seconds before Dawn lost her own battle. There was no question he had won, that he had gotten his partner off first, but before the buzz could fade and either girl could catch their breath fear started to gnaw at the back of his mind. Was Willow going to out him? Was she going to reveal the help he had received? That he had violated the spirit of the contest?
“Damn it.” Kennedy’s anger was clear as she wiped her chin clean. “I can’t believe you beat me. Let’s get this thing over with.”
“What?” She wasn’t going to complain more? Willow wasn’t going to rat him out?
“This.” The still kneeling Slayer snatched up the oversized didlo and thrust it at him. “We’re doing this now.”
“We don’t have to do this at all.” Xander looked to the two girls on the mattress for comment but they just lay there flushed and holding hands, watching the debate somehow making this weirder. “You don’t have anything to prove.”
“You’re right, you’ve already proven it; you’re better than me. I wouldn’t even hesitate to use this on you, don’t make me feel any worse about this, just make me take my medicine.” Finally she forced the purple thing into his hands before turning to Dawn. “Do you have any lube? I didn’t bring any.”
“You were going to use this on me without lube?” The toy in his hand seemed to grow larger as he thought about that; if it weren’t for the size and color he would almost call it realistic covered in a network of veins and bumps that seemed to throb as he stared at it.
“Yeah, I’m a horrible person. Strawberry flavored? Can you be more clichéd?”
“Hey you asked a teenager for lube, you’re going to get strawberry. Do you want it or not?”
“Fine.” The Slayer snatched the bottle that Dawn had found somewhere away from her and turned back to Xander ordering him to hold out the dildo which she then began covering in lube. She started at the head and moved the spray from the inverted bottle optimistically far down the shaft before starting back up. She did this again and again, twisting her hand around the toy to make sure it is well coated.
Despite the fact that it was purple, rubbery, and completely ridiculous Xander found it very easy, since he was holding the toy in front him by its base, to imagine that the cock she was stroking was his own. That it was his member that she was exploring, trying to leave no spot untouched by slick fingers. That it was his dick, finally rising now that the stress of competition had passed, that was going to go into the Slayer. He really should make one more effort to be good before he got too excited.
“You can still back out of this.”
“No I can’t.” Despite the almost full bottle of lube Kennedy had slathered on the dildo she was able to take a firm enough hold on it that she almost ripped it from his hands as she laid down forcing him to kneel next to her or risk the toy flying across the room. “We’re doing this. And they’re staying here to make sure you don’t do anything funny.”
“Funny? You made me go down on your girlfriend, now want me to fuck you with a dildo, and you’re worried about me doing something funny.”
“Just shut up and fuck me.” So much for romance.
Not that there really was anything romantic about the situation but Xander would have had an easier time approaching the Slayer if she hadn’t continued to glare at him even as she spread her legs. That’s why he was slow to act, hesitating before he touched her, torn between looking at her sex or trying to go in blind. There were oh so many ways that could go wrong; he had to look. Really look, not just a quick glance as she moved around the room.
She was surprisingly smooth.
Every girl he had ever been with had shaved so that they would look good in a bikini but they had all left something behind, a small strip or triangle, and if he was honest there would come a time in each relationship when he would start to notice bumps, and stumble, and other signs of the process. There was none of that with Kennedy. Maybe she waxed or had developed some secret technique and took special care since she knew her partner was going to spend some time down there but there was not a trace or shadow of hair between her legs. She was completely smooth and completely dry. Even with the lube this was likely going to hurt.
He didn’t bother offering her another chance out, she wouldn’t have taken it if he did nor could he have met her eyes to do so. Instead he reached out and put his hand on her pelvis, feeling her tense when he finally touched her. He had never been so nervous, he hadn’t even touched her sex yet but he was going to have to just as he was going to move between the Slayer’s powerful thighs in order to do this thing right. He was also going to have change his grip on the dildo, holding it near the head so that he could use his thumb to help push it in.
Even that wasn’t enough; she was just too tight and the rubber cockhead just slid off her pussy when Xander pushed on it. He tried two or three more times even though he knew it was doomed, he was going to have to open her up for the toy. He had to slip the thumb of his left hand, that had been resting on her skin, down over and into her pussy.
She twitched as she fought the instinct to move away, but she didn’t make a noise until he pulled her lips apart. That made her hiss, a hiss that turned into a grunt and a groan as the oversized toy forced its way into her. It was fatter than any finger or pair and seemed to have no end going ever deeper. There was a moment of relief when Xander stopped, letting the dildo slip back out a bit as he moved his grip to its base, but then he pushed with more force spreading her once more, too far.
“Stop. Stop. It’s too big.” Kennedy managed not to shout, not too loud anyway, but everything else she did clearly showed panic; the way she pushed him away as she clamped her legs together making things even tighter. For a moment everyone just looked at her as she jerked at the purple thing between her, legs too tense to unclench enough for it to actually move until she’d calmed down.
Before that Xander felt a wave of relief since this all seemed to be over. Without the threat of an angry Slayer with a dildo hanging over his head he started see how sexy the situation could have been, really was. Two beautiful, naked girls whom he had already had sex with urging him on, telling him to fuck a third. That was a fantasy every guy had had, hell he had still had it even after the whole ‘love spell’ debacle. How many of them would have traded places with him and had a hell of a time? Now that the moment had passed he found himself finally started to rise. “So we’re done.”
“No.” Kennedy pulled the purple dildo free and flung it across the room. “You still have to fuck me; you’ll just have find something smaller.”
“Well there’s Xander’s dick,” Dawn offered.
“Hey.” He did not like being the ‘small’ option.
“What? It is smaller and it’s not like we have any toys.”
“Sounds good. Hon,” the Slayer grabbed Willow’s hand, “don’t let me back out of this.”
“Don’t worry, everything will be fine.”
Xander did not add his voice to the chorus of reassurance; instead he moved back between Kennedy’s legs and met the eyes of Willow and Dawn, who had taken her other hand, in order to time his action. When they gave him the nod he made his move, taking himself in his right hand, still slick from holding the lubed dildo, he used his thumb to push a cockhead into her once more. It was easier this time, it definitely more fun for him, but it wasn’t really that different; he was smaller than the dildo but it was still a tight fit and he wasn’t completely hard so their firmness was much the same.
The biggest difference was in how her hips were forced apart as he moved forward helping to open her up for him. He also had to pull her hips upward to keep the angle of his thrust right so that by the time he was completely in, complete hard things were truly different. He found himself half hunched over, trying not to cover her body, trying to not interfere at all with the other girls’ efforts to offer her comfort. In addition to holding her increasingly white knuckled hands they stroked Kennedy’s sides and, in Dawn’s case at least, brushed and pinched her nipples trying to give her something else to focus on. Letting her relax, get a little turned on, and open up so that he had an easy time when he started his stroke.
Even as her legs closed loosely behind his back, every time he pushed into her it was more fluid, requiring less force. It was almost an effort to keep to a slow, steady pace knowing that this was her first time with a guy but having it feel so right. He also had to struggle not to pull her into the thrust as when he did he saw Dawn winch as the Slayer’s hand tightened on hers. He had to spare his girlfriend that pain even if it meant that he had to be more measured in his movement, already feeling the strain low in his back from the awkward posture.
Xander also had to fight his own growing excitement but it was a losing battle. One thrust too hard was all it took for to back her breasts bounce and some primitive part of his brain needed to repeat that movement. His breath coming in short huffs and his hold on Kennedy’s hips becoming more firm as his focus shifted making sure that every ounce of energy he put into driving his hips forward was transferred to making her nipples, hardened by all the teasing they had gotten, move in delightful little circles.
Those dark little nubs were clearly targets for more than just his eyes as Dawn’s head quickly so that she could take one of the nipples into her mouth, though that might have just been to escape the Slayer’s grip. That did more than just add to the show, provoking a moan and inspiring Willow to follow suit. At least partially.
Kennedy’s bust was too modest to accommodate two heads but the witch could kiss her, make out with her, their tongues dancing between moans and gasps. Still holding one hand the redhead ran her other down her lover’s body, running her fingers down her taut belly, to the pussy he was currently fucking. Most of her attention went to Kennedy’s clit but Willow’s fingers also slid along her pussy lips, spread wide and wet by Xander’s still plunging cock putting her in direct contact with it. That meant there were three of them that could feel him swell, his pulse quicken as he neared his climax.
Increasingly lost in the moment Xander just picked up pace but Willow could still think somewhat clearly; she knew that he was just moments away from cumming, from releasing a flood of pearly whiteness into the Slayer’s virginal pussy, and she knew that as good as it could be to feel that warm rush in the long run Kennedy would hate for that to happen. To spare her that the witch had to break their kiss and lean over her reclined body to push Xander’s pelvis back so that he would pop free at the end of his stroke.
This too took a little effort, took both hands, as the Slayer’s legs were wrapped behind his back but that put her in a good position to grab his dick on its first bob. Took it into her hands and let him make the last couple of thrusts needed against her palms before he came. Since she was holding his cock she had some control over the direction of his release but his first shot came suddenly coating her hands before she could direct him elsewhere.
The animal part of Xander’s brain tried to drive himself forward, to plant his seed as deeply as possible, but the position made that impossible. Instead he pulled Kennedy’s hips up, grinding her pussy against Willow’s knuckles, while he shot most of his load onto the redhead’s chest. What didn’t end up there landed or dripped onto the Slayer’s belly who had her own, less messy orgasm somewhere in there.
“There, we’re done.” The Slayer’s magical constitution meant she was the first one able to speak; while the others, except for Dawn who had been left out of the finale, were still catching their breath or trying to figure out what to do with sticky hands Kennedy spoke, struggling to sound severe despite her flush and heaving breasts. “And there is no need to do this ever again.”
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