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Come, Come, Come	By : KahlanN Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 5228 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Come, Come, Come

Author: Kahlan Nightwing

Pairing: S/?/X

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Orgy, slash, het

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Spike, Xander and all other BTVS characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Twentieth Century Fox, the WB Television Network, and/or the UPN Network. They are not the property of me or any other authors contained herein. Thank you for your time. Dancing with Myself, Rebel Yell, and Cradle of Love are all Billy Idol�s.

Summary: Taken around Dirty Girls. Xander and Spike make a bet, but guess who drops in to spoil both their fun? This is not slash. No money is lost or gained throughout the course of this work. ^_~

Archive: Ask first. I like to exchange links.

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Chapter 1: Dancing with Myself

On the floors of Tokyo

Or down in London town to go, go

With the record selection

And the mirror�s reflection

I'm dancing with myself�.

�Can�t you turn that down?�

A scarred eyebrow rose in the direction of the shout before a smirk marred an otherwise concentrating face. �What�s wrong with it? Too sensitive in the ears?�

A tanned face scowled down at the reclined figure sprawled lazily out on the bed, blankets just barely covering�well, those were things Alexander Harris did not think of, no matter what he�d said earlier to Willow. �It�s�noise. And it�s too loud. Turn it down.�

Spike merely chuckled as the boy�no, he could be counted a man the vampire supposed, continued to clomp down the steps, as if trying to tune out the music with the sound of his own stride. �Music usually is noise. Least, last time I checked it was. Supposed things could�ve changed in a century.�

As Xander reached the bottom of the stairs and practiced his scowl on the vampire he unconsciously tilted his head to the side, listening to the words that blared around a punk rock beat pattern.

�O-oh dancing with myself

Well there's nothing to lose

And there's nothing to prove

But I�m dancing with myself

Oh, oh, o-oh

If I looked all over the world

And there's every type of girl

But your empty eyes

Seem to pass me by

Leave me dancing with myself�.

�Is that�?� He knew his eyes were bugging out of his head. But that thing�blaring loud enough that the whole house could hear it, was saying�.

�The bloke�s wanking.�

Xander blinked at the blunt statement, eyes sliding off laughing blue ones and latching onto the thing of evil that was telling everyone that listened that�

�What�s wrong? He gettin� more than you?�

Xander turned on the now souled vampire. Well, the soul sure wasn�t doing anything for the evil part, now was it? �That can be heard through the whole house. A house full of�teenage girls�

��who are so hormonally challenged they never heard a bit of music like this?�

That eyebrow rose annoyingly again and Xander ground his teeth together. �That�s not the�� again the words reached through the conversation.

�dancing with myself

O-oh dancing with myself

Well there's nothing to lose

And there's nothing to prove

I'll be dancing with myself

Oh, oh, o-oh

Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, o-oh, oh, oh, o-ooh

�Nice, innit it?�

Xander took in the reclined form of the vampire, how the legs lolled out from under the covers, how the� �You�re not!�

A grin of full lips met him as eyes lit up with mischief. �What�s wrong with it? Appropriate song for an�appropriate action�.� The smirk widened fractionally. �Not like it�d take the whole song anyways.�

Xander scoffed, folding his arms across his chest. And playing right into Spike�s hand. �What is it, an extended version?�

Spike�s eyes widened before they narrowed to slits. The body underneath the covers tensed slightly. �You saying I�d need that, droopy boy? Song�s only five minutes.�

�Rrright. Five minutes. Sure�.�

Blue eyes narrowed further as the body shifted, revealing more leg. �Least do it faster than you, brick-layer. Course, there�s a way to settle this.�

Well if I looked all over the world

And there's every type of girl

But your empty eyes

Seem to pass me by

Leave me dancing with myself�.

Xander�s eyes widened, pausing as the music tried to intrude once again. He had to admit, it was�appropriate. �Settle what?�

A hand waved languidly through the air, taking in Xander and the stereo that still blasted Billy Idol. �This little debate. Ever been to Japan? Course not. Ever heard of a circle jerk? Get in a circle, jerk, whoever lets go last loses. Say we make a slight wager. Fifty dollars says I can before you.�

�O-oh dancing with myself

O-oh dancing with myself

If I had the chance

I'd ask the world to dance

Xander was known for making wrong choices; he was known for sticking his foot in his mouth whenever the opportunity arose. So it was no surprise how he answered the brash and swaggering vampire. �Deal.�

Spike grinned, one side of his mouth rising more than the other turning it into a sneer. After all, he�d had a century more practice than the boy. Fifty dollars was in his hands.

If I had the chance

I'd ask the world to dance

If I had the chance

I'd ask the world to dance

And oh, that felt better. Cool air hit one erection as it was unveiled from white covers. Lips upturned in yet another smirk and a brow rose as Spike watched the other kneel down on the ground, most likely to keep from seeing anything. The vampire already had plenty of things in his favor. He was half-hard, he was immodest because he knew he looked good, and�well, experience helped.

Oh, oh, o-oh

Oh, oh, o-oh

Oh, oh, o-oh

Oh, oh, o-oh

Xander slowly pulled down his zipper, holding his breath as the echo of the sound bounced off the walls. He should not have opened his mouth and�oh, that was cold. As a limp cock fell easily into his hands, Xander had to admit that he�d really done it this time. But�well, what the vampire in the bed didn�t know was, in living underneath his parents, it had sometimes been necessary to finish�fast.

Dancing with myself

Oh, oh

Dancing with myself

Oh, oh

Dancing with myself

Oh, oh

Dancing with myself

Oh, oh

Sounds filled the air then, breath hissed between teeth as one erection was worked again with a steady hand and another was brought to hardness with a slightly unsteady one. Spike let out a sigh and allowed his head to hit the pillows cushioned behind him.

His hand was just right�cool, but the friction, the heated blood he�d just drunk, all combined to make it the perfect temperature. He could feel his own fingertips dancing over the sensitive end of his cock, allowed a finger to press into his slit so that he arched off the bed with a gasped moan.

Xander�s head snapped up partially from his own work at the noise, not daring to look over. Okay, so he had the money to cover himself, but still, this was about�manhood, proving himself to the Bleached One that always wanted to brag about everything, from his choice of music to the fact that he could have any woman he wanted. Well, Xander could have�

His fingers hit a particularly nice spot that drove him upwards. And what he wouldn�t give for warm thighs pressing into him, squeezing him� He let out a low moan and thrust upwards harder, as if there really was someone there.

Oh, oh, o-oh

Oh, oh, o-oh

Oh, oh, o-oh

Oh, oh

He was catching up to him nicely. Spike gritted his teeth and pushed down on the bed, working his hand up the vein that ran his cock and back down to the head to circle it before pressing in ruthlessly on the slit. He would�

His hand was a blur below him that he could care less about as Xander thrust up into his own hand, trying to get more, always more, of that elusive edge that ran seductively everywhere. He needed�

Well if I looked all over the world

And there's every type of girl

But your empty eyes

Seem to pass me by

Leave me dancing with myself

Needed air was sucked into mouths that gaped at nothing in front of them. Barely stifled groans and moans and the sound of skin sliding furiously along skin pounded in ears that heard nothing but themselves and the other. The opponent was gaining, flagging, wearing thin, and becoming stronger. There was no end in sight, and�there it was, so close it was tangible.

So let's sink another drink

'Cause it'll give me time to think

If I had the chance

I'd ask the world to dance

And I'll be dancing with myself

Dancing faster and more erratically now, pulsing and pushing and pounding and tearing and�oh god, it has to come out it has to come out it has to release or�

O-oh dancing with myself

O-oh dancing with myself

If I had the chance

I'd ask the world to dance�

The music was suddenly cut off, leaving only the sound of harsh panting to push around air made humid by sweat and hot breath. Two heads snapped over to the stereo and two sets of eyes widened as both men stilled completely.

�New bet, boys.�

Dark lips curved into a sultry smile as the voice purred into the now silent basement. A lacquered finger pressed a button until the number five blinked rapidly in red. Then the start button was pressed and a song that both men unfortunately knew began to pump the air again.

�Now, let�s see what you two are really made out of, shall we?�

*Excerpts taken from Billy Idol�s Dancing with Myself (extended version)
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