Anya walks down to the basement, and, even though Spike's in the room, she puts her hands behind her back, undoes her bra, and takes it off from under her dress. She slips her hands under her dress, dragging down her panties to pull them off from her shoes.
She stands there, her thin dress concealing nothing, and looks at you with a shy smile. "Xander," she purrs. "I want you to do something for me..."
You pause, briefly, but you know that whatever Anya says after she's taken off her panties, you're in for a good time. You smile. "Whatever you want, baby." You look over at Spike. "But maybe we should wait until we lose Fangless over there?"
"Oi!" Spike shouts.
Anya looks over at Spike, then looks back at you. "That's what I wanted to do." She pauses, and steps closer. "You, me, and him."
Your eyebrows rise. "Him?"
"Him." She bites her bottom lip, looking up at you. "I talked it over with him, and he's fine with it, so all that's left is you..."
When she does that thing with her lip, you're gone. "Yes," you say, smiling. "Yes."
Make a roll.
You've rolled a 5.
She grins back at you and jumps into your arms, kissing you furiously, sweetness and sugar and delight. She's soft and tasty and your hands slide down her body and start sliding up under her dress.
Her skin is smooth, and her body delicious, and it takes a few seconds before you realise that Spike's hands have joined you in exploring her body.
You stop—just for a second, but you stop anyway, pulling your hands away. You stop kissing Anya and look behind her, where Spike smirks and looks at you knowingly.
You lean in closer to him, getting that faint scent of dust and ashes, and, suddenly, back away.
Anya frowns at you. "Xander?"
You shake your head. "I'm sorry, baby," you say. "I just...I can't do this." You walk towards the stairs. "I'm sorry."
You've rolled a 15.
She grins back at you and jumps into your arms, kissing you furiously, sweetness and sugar and delight. She's soft and tasty and your hands slide down her body and start sliding up under her dress.
Her skin is smooth, and her body delicious, and it takes a few seconds before you realise that Spike's hands have joined you in exploring her body.
You stop—just for a second, but you stop anyway, pulling your hands away. You stop kissing Anya and look behind her, where Spike smirks and looks at you knowingly.
"Xander..." Anya whimpers, filled with need. You smile at Spike, and return to kissing Anya. Your arms intertwine with Spike's as you cup her ass and pull her closer just as he's sliding his hands down between her legs. She moans and writhes against the two of you, laughing as Spike's fingers delicately touch her. "Harder," she whispers against your ear, pressing back against him.
You pull back. She looks at you quizzically, but then grins as you take her hand and pull her towards the bed. She grabs Spike's hand and drags him along as well, and she laughs as you pull her down on top of you. Spike thankfully falls to the side, and you start kissing Anya, deep, full kisses, the kind that she loves the best.
Your hands start unbuttoning her dress and his hands are pushing apart her thighs and she giggles and moans and kisses you. Spike licks down her neck, and that makes her whimper and buck against both sets of hands.
She stops kissing you for a second, catching her breath, and looks at you intently. "I want you, Xander," she says softly. "I want to taste you..."
You look at her, then gasp as her hands reach for your shorts, tugging them down over your hard-on. She climbs on top of you, breasts lightly rubbing against your thighs, and begins to lick and suck you.
A blowjob from Anya is unlike any blowjob you've ever had before and your eyes roll back and your toes curl and that's before she starts playing with your balls. You bliss out, riding the sensations, when her movements become erratic and she starts moaning against your cock.
You lift your head slightly and open your eyes to see Spike behind her, pulling up her dress, unbuckling his belt, dropping his jeans, and putting his cock inside of her. You get mildly jealous, naturally, but then Anya does that spiralling trick with her tongue while moaning in time with what must be Spike's thrusts, and everything becomes brilliant.
You start thinking about baseball, or comics, or anything, really, to prevent yourself from coming too soon, and then Anya actually shrieks and swallows you deeper as she comes, and that does it. You groan and arch and come hard into her mouth.
You hear Spike groan out a finish above you and Anya looks up from your crotch and smiles.
You've rolled a 1.
She grins back at you and starts laughing. You stare at her in confusion. Spike starts laughing too, and the two of them fall against each other in near hysterics.
"Um...hon?" you finally mumble.
She takes a deep breath and wipes her eyes. "I can't believe you actually agreed!" she says, still chuckling.
"I told you he was a nancy," Spike says to Anya. "Can't keep his eyes off my body."
Anya is still laughing as she reaches into her pocket. "You were right," she says, handing Spike a small wad of cash. "Although I still think he wouldn't have done it if I wasn't here."
"Bollocks."
You take a step back and look at both of them, icy horror streaming through your veins. "An...you..."
Anya looks at you pitifully. "Oh, Xander..." she says. "If you had just realized your innate homosexuality, you could have saved everyone so much trouble."
Spike grins at you, and your stomach plummets into the ground.
You've rolled a 10.
She grins back at you and jumps into your arms, kissing you furiously, sweetness and sugar and delight. She's soft and tasty and your hands slide down her body and start sliding up under her dress.
Her skin is smooth, and her body delicious, and it takes a few seconds before you realise that Spike's hands have joined you in exploring her body.
You stop—just for a second, but you stop anyway, pulling your hands away. You stop kissing Anya and look behind her, where Spike smirks and looks at you knowingly.
"Xander..." Anya whimpers, filled with need. You smile at Spike, and return to kissing Anya. Your arms intertwine with Spike's as you cup her ass and pull her closer just as he's sliding his hands down between her legs. She moans and writhes against the two of you, laughing as Spike's fingers delicately touch her. "Harder," she whispers against your ear, pressing back against him.
You pull back. She looks at you quizzically, her body still writhing against Spike's, then grins as you start unbuttoning her dress. You take your time, each button slowly slipping out of its hole, until you're on your knees in front of her, pulling her dress away from her body.
You start kissing her thighs, your hands pushing away Spike's before you lean in and kiss her there. Spike laughs and moves his hands upwards, playing with her breasts as you lick her.
She groans louder, and you have to support her with your arms as she goes limp against you. You pull away just long enough to whisper "Shhh..." and smile when Spike puts two fingers into her mouth, silencing her. He gasps as she begins to suck on those fingers, and your grin just grows even wider as you dive back in for more.
Her moans are muffled and her hips are moving faster and faster against you. Your knees are starting to ache, and your jaw is a little sore, but you're not paying attention to that because she's so close, you can feel it.
You pull one of her legs over your shoulder, giving you more access, and slide two of your fingers into her. She's so hot and wet, you can't help but groan against her, and she tightens around you even further.
She's getting closer and closer, and, as you start moving your fingers in and out, her body tenses, arching against you, pushing back against Spike, writhing against the two of you.
She comes. And she comes hard, shaking against your mouth and Spike's hands and both of your bodies. She rides the crest for a good minute, hips still bucking, until she gasps, and Spike removes his fingers. He kisses her neck and you kiss her thighs, and she laughs.
"Oh..." she says, breathlessly. "This was a good idea..."
You've rolled a 20.
She grins back at you and jumps into your arms, kissing you furiously, sweetness and sugar and delight. She's soft and tasty and your hands slide down her body and start sliding up under her dress.
Her skin is smooth, and her body delicious, and it takes a few seconds before you realise that Spike's hands have joined you in exploring her body.
You stop—just for a second, but you stop anyway, pulling your hands away. You stop kissing Anya and look behind her, where Spike smirks and looks at you knowingly.
"Xander..." Anya whimpers, filled with need. You smile at Spike, and return to kissing Anya. Your arms intertwine with Spike's as you cup her ass and pull her closer just as he's sliding his hands down between her legs. She moans and writhes against the two of you, laughing as Spike's fingers delicately touch her. "Harder," she whispers against your ear, pressing back against him.
You pull back. She looks at you quizzically, but then grins as you take her hand and pull her towards the bed. She grabs Spike's hand and drags him along as well, and she laughs as you pull her down on top of you. Spike thankfully falls to the side, and you start kissing Anya, deep, full kisses, the kind that she loves the best.
Your hands start unbuttoning her dress and his hands are pushing apart her thighs and she giggles and moans and kisses you. Spike licks down her neck, and that makes her whimper and buck against both sets of hands.
She stops kissing you for a second, catching her breath, and looks at you intently. "I want you, Xander," she says softly. "I want you in me..."
She climbs on top of you, her dress floating slowly around your thighs, and grabs your hard-on, milking it with her hand before slowly pushing you into her. She's hot and wet and incredible, always incredible, always a wonder, and your eyes roll back into your head as she starts to ride you.
She rocks against you slowly, sweetly, and you groan and reach for her breasts. She moans as you encounter another pair of hands already there, cupping them, playing with her nipples. You laugh and reach down to hold onto her hips, gripping them as her rocking becomes faster.
She stops for a moment. "Xander?"
You bite back a groan of frustration, your body still arcing up to meet hers. "Yeah?"
"I want you there."
Your groan escapes, but it's not of frustration. Your head dips back as she reluctantly climbs off of you, reaching into the drawer beside your bed for the bottle of lube. You groan again as she slicks you up, her hand sliding faster and faster against you.
She climbs up on you, her back facing you, and slowly, gingerly, gently lowers herself onto you.
It's hotter and tighter and dirty and you're so hard you don't know if you can hold out for that much longer. You run through a list of authors and artists for the entire run of X-Factor, and even that might not be enough when you feel something else pushing against your cock.
It takes you a second to realize that Spike is in Anya, right where you left off, and Anya's moaning and writhing against both of you, you in her ass, him in her pussy.
Anya moans and bucks and although it takes some maneuvering, you slip your hand in between Anya and Spike's bodies and start rubbing her clit.
That sets off the fireworks and she screams and bucks and grinds against both of you, squeezing and coming and you can't hold yourself back any more and you're thrusting against her faster and faster, your hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise as you come again and again. You can feel Spike speeding up and you can hear him groaning and that makes your orgasms even harder, and you feel like you're going to pass out.
She slows down, and you gently pull out. Spike falls to the side of the bed, and Anya curls up next to you. "Thank you," she says, her voice dreamy and soft.
"No, thank you," you say, kissing her forehead.
This Angel/Buffy the Vampire Slayer story was written by Kate Bolin. If you liked it, there's plenty more at http://www.dymphna.net/fanfic/. And you can feedback her at dymphna@dymphna.net.