Reckless
by Dr Squidlove
drsquidlove at livejournal.com

Did somebody call for gratuitous porn on a flimsy premise? Hm, maybe it was me.

Summary:
The outcome of the essence-mixing spell to defeat Adam is sheer, unmitigated, foursome orgy porn. Utter porn. Shamless piles of unpadded porn. There's no nutritional value whatsoever. Seriously, I don't think there's one entire paragraph of PG-13 to be found in here.

Giles/Buffy/Willow/Xander

Part One: Willow.
Parts Two and Three will be posted Friday and Tuesday.

Rated NC-17
These are the things I warn for:
Sex: Nothing but sex. A graphic, dirty orgy of sex.
Violence: None.
Sexual violence: No, *but*. They're sky-high on magic and that skates issues of consent and jumps all over dubious decision-making.
Everyone is 18+.

Wordcount: 11 000-ish total.

All the scoobies are the property of Joss and Mutant Enemy. They have not been used according to the instructions on the box.

Enormous thank you to gloriana for doing the beta, and even all the spellchecking for me, even though this is a textbook case of everything that drives her crazy.

I'm sure I'm not the first to think hot porn is a reasonable alternative to the shared dreams of Restless. In fact, I know I'm not, because antennapedia wrote the way hot Four nights and a revelation, which is a little different to this, in that it, um, goes somewhere. It has emotional development, and stuff. You should read it. There must be others. If you know of any, please, please point me.

Archive at No One Knows, please Sofy. In fact, I'm happy for this to be archived anywhere as long as the header, most particularly my e-mail address & website, are kept intact *on* the story. (Intact, please, not as a weird-arse link that will disappear with c+p.)


Reckless 1/3: Willow

Joyce should have stayed. He'd talked them out of doing this at his flat because Joyce would be here. She wasn't here. She was upstairs. Which left the four of them.

The air burned between them, live electricity in their skin. Giles had known this would happen, an unfortunate and inevitable side effect of a spell like that, but he hadn't counted on the intensity.

Buffy and Xander were fidgeting as they tried to watch Captain Kilgore roaming the battlefield, neither of them looking at anyone else. Buffy's colour was high, lips and cheeks crimson, curly hair falling loose from her ponytail and over her eyes as she shifted back and forth, burrowing into the corner of the couch. Xander was doing what could reasonably be called writhing about on the floor, in his far-too-loose jeans, trying to get comfortable without turning his hips toward them for a second. They both knew something was in the air, but likely chalked it up to the high of victory over Adam, the buzz of near-exhaustion. Giles imagined they were trying very hard to think about Riley and Anya.

Willow, though. Willow knew what it was, and she didn't move at all. She kept stealing glances at all of them, through sharp eyes. When her eyes fell on him, he tried to glare a warning, but that only made her gaze darken. He should have been concerned about what that meant - what she and Tara were getting up to, if Willow was seeking the high - but mostly he was terrified that she would set something in motion that he was helpless to stop.

Willow and Tara. He couldn't believe he didn't see that earlier. Now of course, he was seeing it in glorious detail, and then it was Willow and Buffy in his mind, interchanged with Willow and Xander. And himself.

He was so hard it hurt, cock twisted uncomfortably in his corduroys. He would have given anything for them to look the other way while he adjusted himself. Or better yet, to be able to sneak up to the bathroom to take the edge off.

Unfortunately, there was no way he could stand right now, and besides, he knew from old experience that a lone wank would do little to dispel a charge this strong from a spell that bound them on a spiritual level. The best he could hope for, the only hope, was to wait it out. That would have been easier, if Joyce had stayed.

Giles tried to watch the soldiers onscreen, but saw Xander's tongue flick out to wet his lips, and his breath grew shorter. What a disaster it would be, to upset that precarious balance. Giles had been stomping out thoughts in that direction all year, ever since Xander rolled back from Oxnard looking older and better, suddenly determined that he and Giles would be friends, in the girls' absence.

His desire might have been forgivable, even acceptable, if Giles had developed real feelings for the young man. But he hadn't. He didn't want to make conversation about pop culture or endure the teasing or take long walks on the beach. Xander was - certainly a good person but - utterly alien to him. What Giles felt was lust. Cheap, base lust. Pictures of Xander's cheek pressed against the shower tiles; his jeans around his ankles as he was bent over the desk; his mouth open and silent as he rode Giles in bed. Spread on the floor right here in front of Apocalypse Now. Giles' mouth was dry.

Anya's increasing monopoly had helped, along with the growing estrangement between all of them, but it hadn't quite crushed Giles' changed awareness. If Giles touched him tonight, if this got loose, there'd be no hiding it.

And still, Xander would not be so dangerous as Buffy. That relationship had never been complicated. He loved her, protected her, shrank from knowing the details of her sex life, and never, never considered her an object of desire. He loved her like a daughter, had the Council's termination papers to prove it, but now he kept coming back to the soft, near-translucent skin at the back of her neck, the way it curved out to meet her shoulders, before dipping under her hooded sweatshirt. As Giles watched, she pulled the tie from her ponytail, shaking her hair out around her face, never tearing her attention from the television screen because she didn't know why she was feeling so aroused, why her underwear was already damp. He could almost have sworn he could smell her.

Willow was the only one of the three with whom it might not be an utter disaster. Willow, with just the last threads of her high school crush, Willow who knew it was all magic, simply a high amplified by the nature of the spell. With a partner who might understand. She was the only one who might still talk to him ever again.

He slammed his mind shut on the possibility of drawing her upstairs alone, to work it off together. Or an offer of fresh popcorn, time enough to feel her in the kitchen, taste her mouth and lift her onto the counter, press his hand between her legs...

Buffy heaved a sudden hard sigh. "I am never gonna sleep."

"Yeah," added Xander, sounding unnaturally enthusiastic. "Man, I am wired."

Willow looked at all of them - not directly at Giles - expression turning wicked. "Can I show you something?"

"Willow." The other two looked over in surprise at his sharp warning, but Willow shrugged it off.

"C'mon, Giles. You know what this is."

"It's a bad idea."

"What's a bad idea?" Buffy asked.

Willow shot a triumphant look at Giles and shuffled along the couch to Buffy.

"Willow," he barked, but he didn't move, and he knew she wouldn't pay any heed at all. She knew he was panting for it, that despite the stern tone he was leaning forward because he didn't want to miss a second of it.

She slid a hand along Buffy's cheek, on the side away from them so as not to block the show, and Giles heard Buffy's indrawn breath from his own chair. Willow leaned in to press her lips to Buffy's. Time hung, for a moment, and Giles could feel all the doors of escape slamming shut on them, as Buffy allowed it.

Xander gasped, and Giles spared enough attention to realise Xander had pressed his hand over his erection, as though to keep it down. Giles' fingers sank into the armrests.

Willow kissed her way along Buffy's cheek, eyes darting over to make sure Xander was appreciating the show, and Buffy caught her, drawing her back to her mouth. Willow's lips would feel so much softer than Angel's or Riley's. The pair of them were beautiful, red and gold, soft together. Giles was shaking; he couldn't imagine what state poor Xander was in, and he certainly wasn't going to look to find out.

It never went deeper than dragging lips, but when Willow finally pulled back they were both panting, and flushed with arousal, and Giles had to dig his nails into the couch to keep his place. For what it was worth, because what they were hurtling towards was inevitable. God. He wanted to fuck the pair of them.

His eyes were open but images flashed past: Willow spread for him; pushing inside Buffy; slim arms wound around his neck and girlish moans in his ear.

Buffy was staring at Willow, hardly believing what they'd done, and clearly wanting to do it again. Willow looked back over her shoulder at Giles, sultry gaze turning defiant. She saw straight through him, but she wasn't going to call him on it. Not yet.

She had Xander in her sights, first. What easy pickings that would be. Xander was wide-eyed, open-mouthed, looking halfway as though he'd already been done as Willow left Buffy behind, sliding off the couch and crawling towards him. He was sitting on his backside, so when she knelt between his knees she was looming over him, and all he had to do was lift his head to meet her.

This was a practised kiss, deep and sure, and Giles felt a stirring of jealousy. No bumping noses or hesitation, and his hands were confident on her, fingers spreading wide as they slid up her back. All those stolen moments in senior year had taught them well; they knew each other, and something of those feelings lingered... He'd forgotten, that this could be dangerous for them, as well.

"God, Will," Xander muttered as they parted, eyes almost black with need, and she dipped in to kiss him again, briefly.

"Good, isn't it?" She smiled down at him.

"God, Will," he said again.

What now? Buffy and Willow, Willow and Xander, and Xander kissing Giles seemed the next logical step in the circle, and Giles craved it, and it terrified him. If he succumbed, the only anchor was gone, and if he kissed Xander, he was gone.

That wasn't likely. Xander looked to have followed the same mental path and he was staring at Giles like a frightened rabbit. Giles shook his head, not knowing who or what he was refuting, but Xander wisely took it as himself. He exchanged a glance with Willow, and obeyed her nudge towards the couch, knee-walking closer as Buffy wriggled to sit on the edge of her seat, willing.

For so long, Buffy had rebuffed his advances. Now a magic high wrapped around his high school crush and the kiss was hard. He had a hand in her hair and a hand at her waist as her arms circled his shoulders. She gave everything back with equal ardour and the kiss went on, like he might just press her back into the couch. He didn't, but Giles could see it, his hips moving against her, his thighs and arse flexing, his cock sliding in her smooth wet folds.

Giles hadn't seen Willow coming, and he jumped at the hand on his knee. She squeezed, and slid it a little higher, to mid-thigh. "You know how good this will be."

"There will be consequences."

She smiled, not hearing him at all. "We've been inside each other, Giles. We're still inside each other." Her tiny hand slid up his leg, grazing by his groin to settle on his stomach, and it was all he could do not to groan. "I'm inside you."

The last threads of control were gone - pointless control, this was already started - and he came forward and kissed her, the magic sparkling and crackling in their lips and in her hand on his stomach, and this was going to be so much more than magic fucks with Ethan and Randall and all the others because she was right, she was already inside him, and he was inside her. Her tongue was small and quick and salty, from the popcorn.

When she drew back he followed, until she was out of reach and he could see Buffy and Xander staring at them - him - shocked. As though their doing this in front of him were less insane than him falling too. As if he might witness this and not be desperately hard as well.

Next came kissing Xander or Buffy. Either would break something inside him. Xander's gaze dropped. All right.

Giles stood and walked over, crouching before them, daring one quick look at Xander before turning to face Buffy. She didn't let got of Xander's hands.

They looked at each other, and suddenly it was a different kind of awkwardness, like being a teenager and not knowing how to kiss at all. Buffy was waiting for him to come the last few inches. He pulled off his glasses and knocked them safely under the couch, sent his watch after them, and then he kissed her. Just with his lips but he put all his love in it, all his pride, because if he was going to do this, he was going to do it properly. She kissed back with a confidence he hadn't expected, perhaps because he still thought her a girl, or perhaps because he just didn't believe she would give this to him. But she did, and that settled somewhere deep inside him, a fresh new piece in his relationship with Buffy.

She smiled at him afterwards, warm and happy, as pleased as he with this new closeness. He could almost believe that it would always be this way, now, that tomorrow or next week he could catch her hand as she wandered by, and pull her into a kiss. He arched his neck to press his lips to the graze on her forehead, the only external remnant of Adam. He'd like to be able to do that, at least, whenever she was injured.

Everyone had kissed now but he and Xander, and Xander wasn't ready for that. But still, it hung there. Xander, who looked needy and terrified all at once; and lust swept Giles up. He dropped a hand over Buffy and Xander's linked ones and swept his lips over Xander's, too quick for protest but it was long enough to get drunk on the taste of him. The threads of connection inside him thrummed for more. And such delicious shock: Giles wanted to do things that would keep that look on his face always.

Giles slid backwards along the couch to give them some room, a silent promise to Xander that he wouldn't ask for another kiss. Xander stared at him for a few more seconds, probably could have stared for hours, except for the quality of distraction available. Buffy squeezed his hand, and he turned his attention back to her. He let go of her hands and grasped the hem of her hooded sweatshirt, hesitating only a beat for a protest that didn't come before he lifted it over her head, shirt as well, leaving Buffy just in jeans and a black bra, and dear god, she was stunning. Pale skin over deceptively lean muscles, delicious.

Willow had crawled closer, was reaching for her own top when Xander saw. "Wait. Can I?"

She smiled, and lifted her arms over her head, waiting.

Xander just stared for a moment, and then reached, and pushed her v-neck slowly upwards, revealing skin even paler than Buffy's, a tiny waist, a purple bra to match her pullover.

"Kiss again," said Xander, and what a wise man he was. Buffy slid down to the floor, and the girls knelt, knees interlocked, and they kissed. Open mouths, this time, Willow pressing her tongue inside and Buffy welcoming it. It took Giles a long time to tear his eyes from their pink wet mouths, to watch their hands skimming over soft skin, over waists and the delicate small curve of lower back, just above their jeans. Willow's fingers dragged up Buffy's rib cage, and slipped inside Buffy's bra, and the men gasped as loudly as Buffy when her nipple was taken between deft fingers.

Giles was starving to slide up behind Willow and follow her hand, to press the cup out of the way and taste Buffy, make her sharp and hard in his mouth. He was hungry for them, and incapable of moving at all.

Willow pushed Buffy to lean back, resting her weight on her hands, and Buffy went willingly, wet mouth open as she watched to see what Willow wanted. Willow wanted to see her. She slid her fingers up the straps of the bra, giving everyone plenty of time to see what happened next, before slowly, slowly pulling them down over Buffy's shoulders to reveal delicious round breasts, large, dusky nipples. Just as slowly, she leaned in, placed a dry kiss over Buffy's heart, and then took one in her mouth.

Buffy sucked in a breath, head rolling back to show her throat, close enough that Giles could bury his face there, if he had it in him to move. Willow blindly reached and squeezed Xander's knee. He seemed to have been waiting for it - he shuffled up behind her to unclasp her bra, helping her to untangle it without interrupting them, and dropped it on the floor. He quickly unbuttoned his own shirt and threw it off, pulling his t-shirt over his head like it was nothing, and closed his eyes as he leaned in to press his chest to Willow's back.

Giles wanted to tell him to go back and do it again, give his own body the unveiling he'd given Willow's. It was beautiful, broad and tan, enormous beside the girls'. Giles had only had the briefest glimpse of tight brown nipples, the dark dip of navel. His chest was smooth and hairless, and Giles wanted to taste it.

Xander mouthed Willow's neck, working his way up under her hair as she sucked Buffy's breast, and then down the bumps of her spine with a smile, making her squirm, and he reached around to cup her breasts in his hands, utter bliss on his face.

Giles wanted him to take her like that. Open his jeans, pull her jeans down, and enter her from behind as she went down, deeper, on Buffy. He wanted to see Xander nudge Willow to the side and press his cock up inside Buffy as Willow pinched and suckled her breasts. He wanted to see the two girls going down on Xander together, all lewd tongues and pleased moans like a cheap pornographic video. And perhaps while he was distracted, Giles could kiss him again.

"Giles."

He'd forgotten he was part of this.

Buffy reached out for him and he went, helpless to resist. "Shirt," she commanded, and he grimaced. His old body, next to these three, who thought twenty-five was old, but he did as he was told, yanking off his pullover and his t-shirt before stretching out beside them, propped on an elbow to steal one breast from Willow.

Willow smiled at him, never lifting her head but she slid her hand from Buffys' smooth belly to his furred chest, dragging her fingers through the hair. She didn't seem to mind. A hand swept down his back, Buffy's hand, and it was a caress, not a measure.

A brush of fingers to unclasp Buffy's bra, just to show age may have softened and greyed him but it brought other skills, however trivial. And then at last, he took the pointed tip of her in his mouth, still wet from Willow's tongue, sucking and teasing to learn just how Buffy liked it. She gave a high-pitched cry, almost a whine.

Willow's cheek brushed his own, and he turned to kiss her- but she only licked his mouth, licked his tongue, dirty and sexy and full of magic, and three years ago he'd never have imagined nervous little Willow would grow up to be the wild, raunchy one, but he'd hardly imagined this, either, and they shared Buffy's breast, sucking it together as Buffy writhed beneath them.

Willow sat up to catch her breath and there was Xander behind her, eyes wild and dark, and Giles felt the lust wash through him. Xander still had his hands on Willow's breasts, and her nipples were red and swollen. She rested back into him, head lolling against his neck, moaning as he twisted them in his fingers.

Giles glanced at Buffy and she nodded, and Giles took one of those sharp nipples in his mouth as she took the other, and Giles caught Xander's thumb in his teeth, felt Xander's entire body tense through that one joint in his mouth. A long, wet lick, to taste them both, both on his tongue, hard nail and soft nipple.

Willow jerked, and Giles saw Xander's other hand had slid under the waistband of her jeans, and he was touching her, fingers working the same magic as they had where Giles' mouth was now. Giles' mouth watered, at the idea of following him down there. Xander's hand moved from Willow's breast to the fastenings of her jeans. This was beyond kissing.

"Wait."

"No," snapped Willow.

Giles kissed her breast in apology. This was going to get out of control, fast. "Buffy, do you have condoms upstairs?"

Reality like a bucket of cold water over - or no, not a bucket, but certainly a splash, enough that the others were all staring at him. Giles had just announced where this was going, which he'd rather not have done, but he wasn't going to risk missing the turn-off. He remembered how quickly this could escalate.

Buffy nodded. "Yeah."

"Get them."

She snatched up her top and pulled it on as she hurried silently up the stairs, and there was another splash of cold. Buffy's mother upstairs. Giles made an apology inside his head, and whispered an incantation to push Joyce deeper into sleep. Willow stared at him, but he put a hand on her knee and gave her a serious look, and Xander squeezed her shoulders, sparing a nod for Giles, seeming to understand the spell that was beyond his senses. She'd started this but Giles was the one who had to guard the boundaries.

Buffy was back with a whole (open) box, peeling her top over her head as soon as she hit the landing, but the interruption had thrown them off, and now deciding who went where was complicated. Giles certainly wasn't going to make any more suggestions.

Buffy and Willow looked at each other. Something passing between them, and they smiled. So beautiful. They each took a condom from the box, and Willow headed for Giles, as Buffy turned to Xander. Neither man protested.

The girls nudged them back to lean against the couch beside each other, and then their trousers were being pulled off, and the pair of them were naked in Buffy's living room, like some bizarre hazing ritual. Giles could see Xander's cock. It was thick and flushed dark.

They were close enough to brush elbows. Close enough to close a hand around Xander's crimson erection, without even stretching his arm, little more effort to lean forward. Giles already knew how it would feel in his mouth, how he could make Xander strain and quiver if only he knew that he could. However many boundaries had fallen tonight, he doubted that was one. They were simply two naked, hard men, sitting side-by-side, waiting for two beautiful women to make use of them. Giles hoped to god he wasn't about to wake up.

Willow shucked off her jeans and underwear in one move, and Giles finally got to see her thick, red thatch, darker and richer than her head, and in the centre she was glistening, where Xander's fingers had been. Giles was going to touch her, taste her, there, before the night was through. She turned, to wait for Buffy.

Buffy smiled, the smallest flicker of nervousness, as she popped the foil packet between her teeth to free her hands to open her jeans, and wriggle them down and off, leaving her dressed in just the tiniest scrap of black underwear, like a ribbon on a gift. She swayed over to Xander, standing over him. "Want to do the honours?"

Giles couldn't think of anything he'd rather watch. Except perhaps what came after.

Xander's eyes never left Buffy's, as he touched her ankles, and slowly drew his fingers up. Following the curves of her calves, tickling behind her knees, palms sliding up her muscled thighs, until he reached the band. And then his gaze took the scenic route down to meet his hands, and he slid her underwear down.

Good lord. She was shaved into a neat strip. Xander's thumb slid over it, up against the hair and then down, smoothing it. Staying there, just above, as Willow came up and the girls kissed again, and this time Giles could see everything, every inch of them. Buffy's hand tangled in Willow's hair. He'd never been so hard in his life, and then Xander's hand closed over his between them and he realised embarrassing himself was a real possibility.

He quietly dug his nails into his thigh to calm himself down until they drew apart, smiling at each other.

"Your lips are so much softer," Buffy said, touching them with her finger. Willow sucked it in deep, and let it slowly slide out again, and Xander's fingers locked hard on Giles'.

Willow settled on his knees, as Buffy settled on Xander's beside her, and delicate fingers rolled a condom down him and he and Xander were going to break each others' fingers, soon.

Giles put his free hand on Willow's back to guide her forward. She touched herself as she shuffled closer, spreading her juices so she was glistening wet, and she slid straight down on him. Oh. Dear lord. Slick and tight. He held her right there, and breathed.

Xander let go of his hand, and he almost didn't mind. Xander was cupping Buffy's face as he kissed her, eyes closed like he couldn't survive more, but Giles wanted to watch Willow, see everything, her wicked smile, the tiny gasps that heaved her breasts, his cock disappearing into her thick red hair. He was deep inside her, and he could feel her power.

He hadn't realised, hadn't known it was like this, and it almost made him afraid of her. He certainly shouldn't have been turned on by it, but he remembered what wild, untamed magic like that could do, how high he and Ethan had been before the ruin of chaos, and god, he wanted it again.

He brushed a thumb over her clit and she tightened around him, but her intense look didn't waver. "You feel me, don't you?"

He should have denied it, but he nodded and her magical, sparkling fingers tickled down his arm to where he was touching her, a burst of shining magic that filled her cunt and filled him, his own weak magic surging out to meet hers, and it gave him the strength to lift her, to twist his legs beneath himself and press her down on her back and lift her knees so he could thrust hard inside Willow's body, out and deeper, wanting to reach all the way inside to her centre. He wished he was bare so he could spill inside her, feel the strength of them mixing. Her hands cupped his arse and he met her gaze and he saw in her eyes that she'd let him. He could.

He'd pulled out and had it off before he came to his senses, closed his eyes and bit his cheek to fight away the urge. This was madness.

Willow was pulling her knees to her chest, squirming. "Do it."

He wanted to shake her and growl, grip her chin until it hurt and tell her never to do that again, but magic and sex were terrible enough; he couldn't add anger to the mix, so he just held a moment, sucking for breath.

He opened his eyes. Buffy was still in Xander's lap, leaning over him as he rested back against the couch, and it didn't look like they'd stopped kissing this whole time. His hands rested on her hips, guiding them as she ground against him, and their moans were beautiful together.

"Giles?" Willow looked a little afraid now, unsure how she'd pushed him away. It was enough to soothe him.

Her legs were sprawled apart and she was red and swollen where he'd been inside her, the curls around her entrance all dark and wet. That was an altogether better idea. "No more magic," he whispered. "There's more than enough lingering here." She nodded, sober, and he spared a thought for Tara, wondered how he'd compare, her knowledge to his experience, and then he slid his hands up Willow's thighs, and licked her from centre to tip.

Her whole body arched with a moan, enough for a little smugness. He settled down on his elbows and tasted her again, opening her with his fingers to explore all the ridges and valleys of her. He loved this in women, every cunt a new shape but always slick and salty sweet. Willow was pushing up in his mouth, liking his tongue up inside her as much as flicking over her, and he wondered if it was his five o'clock shadow, rough cheeks instead of Tara's smooth. He rubbed his chin against her and she bucked up and moaned louder, and Giles hoped like hell his incantation for Joyce would hold, and he kissed Willow deeper. He could taste her power on his tongue like sherbet but this was safer, and good, and he loved her endless wriggling, her twisting thighs around his ears. Then she called "Giles!" and there was a rush of juices. He stroked her clit as he drank her, while her body snapped against him and she kept calling his name.

Why had he hesitated? This was long overdue. They were entwined, the four of them bound by blood and loyalty and desire, and magic only made it harder to hide.

Willow was just calming when Xander made a long sound. Buffy had pushed him to the floor, was riding him as she pinned his wrists above his head, staring fiercely into his round dark eyes as she rolled her hips against his. She was sexy and powerful, and he was pinned by arousal and awe as much as her grip, and Giles wanted that, wanted Xander in his power. As Giles watched, Xander's eyes rolled up and closed, and his mouth opened in a moan, and Giles wanted it.

A tiny hand tugged on Giles' wrist, and he remembered Willow under him, and he flipped her over and pushed his cock back inside her sparking body, just as Xander whimpered, and he kissed Willow's shoulder in apology for the rough treatment but he didn't stop, felt her smooth back arching against his chest, slipped his fingers down to work her as he thrust, and she was coming again or still coming, and Giles buried himself deep in her smooth, slick body as he listened to Buffy and Xander, Xander's high soft desperate cries muffled by kisses, the sounds of Xander and Buffy coming beside them. Willow turned her head to look at them, and then grinned back over her shoulder at Giles and her eyes flashed and something snapped between them. They were power, they were invincible, Eyghon was clawing inside him as he fucked Ethan, he was filled with Ethan's magic and Willow's magic and he was magical, untouchable, immortal.

He was kissing Willow hard, twisting her head to meet his mouth, his full weight pressing her tiny body to the floor when he came back to himself and jerked away. She pulled him down again, kissing him just as fiercely, and he relaxed against her. There was just enough of his mind left to know this feeling of perfect rightness was only the magic, and he shouldn't have let her taste this bright, strange addiction. He shouldn't have let himself have it again, after all these years. He was going to want this again, and again.

Buffy and Xander were watching them, staring, and Giles knew it without turning around. Just as he knew Joyce was sleeping deeply upstairs, and someone was smoking on the porch across the street. He'd thought he'd remembered the high, but he hadn't remembered this. This was electricity. This was flying. How had he let it go?

He turned to see them. Xander dropped his eyes, as though in all of this he might get in trouble for watching, and Giles and Buffy smiled at each other. Buffy was small and lean and pale like porcelain, and she made Xander look huge beneath her.

Xander was still inside her. Giles could feel him softening, loose and buzzed from orgasm. Confused about how a spell to defeat a Frankendemon had got them here, but totally in support of it, and loving the powder scent of Buffy's skin. Xander thought he was high on the way Buffy had touched him, and was wondering if it would be greedy to ask to do it again.

And Buffy... She was shell-shocked, staring down at him, like Xander knew what he was doing, and she was readjusting her 'just a friend' view. As though sex had never felt like this with Riley or Angel or... some other boy Giles had never known about. If Xander could feel how much she loved him right now, he'd never stop chasing her. And she was still fluttering, a little, as she shifted on him, and it was only going to take a little to make her moan. Giles could do that for her.

A tiny hand slid up his cheeks, and suddenly his view was filled with Willow's face. Delicious, sexy Willow, with her mischievous smile, making him sparkle inside. She was aglow with energy. "I knew it would be good, Giles. So did you."

He also knew they shouldn't, but right now he didn't give a damn. He kissed her again, slowly, bringing her down. Her mouth was tiny and soft... her whole body was tiny and soft. Giles shivered, and Willow tipped her head away, a soothing hand rubbing his back.

He stroked her shining red hair - he'd always wanted to do that, even without the sex - and then cupped her skull and tipped her head towards him, so he could place a kiss on her temple.

He was calmer now, flying high and happy but he could breathe, could pull back and remove his condom... Giles' chest shrank as he realised he'd forgotten to get another. He'd lost control and he'd been in her bare. He should have stopped this before it started.

A warm hand touched his arm. "I'll take a pill tomorrow," Willow whispered, seeming to accept his fears for the first time. "You're clean, aren't you? I just need to take a pill." She'd turned to face him and now she kissed him, lightly, magic in her touch. "Don't fret. Don't go away." She kissed his shoulder, and he pulled her back to his mouth to kiss her properly. Fine. Better than fine, this was good, and it could be fixed tomorrow, and now they could just feel this.

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Reckless 2/3: Buffy
by Dr Squidlove

Previously, in 1/3... there was sex. Now... more sex.


He was calmer now, flying high and happy but he could breathe, could pull back and remove his condom... Giles' chest shrank as he realised he'd forgotten to get another. He'd lost control and he'd been in her bare. He should have stopped this before it started.

A warm hand touched his arm. "I'll take a pill tomorrow," Willow whispered, seeming to accept his fears for the first time. "You're clean, aren't you? I just need to take a pill." She'd turned to face him and now she kissed him, lightly, magic in her touch. "Don't fret. Don't go away." She kissed his shoulder, and he pulled her back to his mouth to kiss her properly. Fine. Better than fine, this was good, and it could be fixed tomorrow, and now they could just feel this.

Giles nuzzled Willow's cheeks, letting her hair brush his face. Tonight anything was possible, and his mind was composing a list. He wanted to feel her red silk hair tickling his thighs, dragging across his cock. If it were still long, she could have wrapped it around his erection, smooth and tight. She could suck him, while she was down there, wrap her lips around him and slide slowly down, as her fingers massaged his thighs.

Someone squeezed his arse. Buffy, kneeling beside him, looking eager, her hand still rubbing his arse cheek. "You're hot together." She grinned, lit up from the inside, taking away the little breath he had.

Willow beat him to kiss her, which was fine by Giles. He could see their tongues dipping and dancing against each other, and he could drawl a "Thank you," as his hand reached back to squeeze her arse in return. Smooth and firm, of course, and shaped for his hand.

Buffy broke the kiss, eventually, to smile at him. "Can I cut in?"

She could do anything she wanted.

Willow looked him up and down and then eyed Xander, who was sprawled on his back, arms and legs spread wide, still panting and grinning and utterly un-self-conscious of his body, which ought to have been on display somewhere, in a museum or a on a catwalk or just in the bloody high street.

"He's all yours," said Willow. She bounced over to throw herself on him, and he caught her and rolled over on top, playfully.

Giles had Buffy. She was beautiful. That he'd always known. She was the most beautiful person he'd ever seen, like a Renoir or Caravaggio, in a way that made his chest ache. She was looking up at him now with such love, and he knew this would be all right. This was going to bring them closer. It was going to be perfect. She rested her hands on his elbows as she leaned in to kiss him chastely on the lips.

"Let me look at you," he whispered. She was a woman, round white breasts, a curved waist that begged to be held, that thin strip of hair... When did she start doing that? Was it for Riley? He'd thought he'd known her body, and he supposed he did, all but this last layer. He knew where she was ticklish, where she was strongest, where she needed to be rubbed when she worked too hard.

She was staring back at him, blue eyes concentrating as they roamed. He would have rathered she didn't, but it was only fair. She didn't look appalled, or disappointed. He wondered if love blurred the imperfections, or if she saw and loved them, too.

Willow gasped, and they both looked over. Her legs were over Xander's shoulders. He had two fingers inside her, his thumb working her sweet spot, and he was watching her with his lip jammed between his teeth, cock standing tall again.

A hand slid up Giles' neck, bringing him back to Buffy. "Let me touch you," she whispered. Fingers brushed his lips as her hand slid down his throat to his chest, firmly pressing him back to lie flat on the floor. Then there were two hands, scratching through his chest hair, and it was delightful. Her hands found his resting on his belly and picked them up, kissing one palm at a time. She turned them over, looking closer, comparing- oh.

Kisses placed on the knuckles of the two fingers Angelus broke. "I never said I'm sorry."

"Ancient history." It wasn't, but his anger with her was long-abandoned. Now that night just was. And he didn't want it here. He felt more than slightly crazed, and his insides were tumbling with mystical power and lust. If he was going to take her - and he certainly was - it was going to be a happy experience. One perfect memory unsullied by misery.

He squeezed her hands, and pulled them to his mouth to kiss. Sucked the tips of her fingers, watching the way it made her lips part, her eyes darken. A week wouldn't be long enough to explore her, to know her crevices as he knew her strengths, her tastes as he knew her heart. Her hands pulled away, one wet index finger touching his Adam's apple and circling. "This is the spell?" she asked, softly.

Giles blinked, trying to sort out exactly what she meant to ask. "The magic has left the high, and the nature of the spell has bound us." He could feel Xander watching, listening, as he worked inside Willow. "This is still us."

She slid her hand flat down his chest and stomach to his groin, not quite touching his aching cock. "I never wanted this before."

She was going to touch it soon, Buffy's deft hand on his cock. "This is just tonight." One night, and he wanted everything. "You want it tonight?" he couldn't help asking. Only appropriate to ask, but mostly because he wanted to hear her say it, just this once.

She nodded. "I really do."

"What do you want?"

"I want to know you. I want this last piece of you." She stroked his thighs, making him impossibly harder. And then her fingers closed on his cock, sweet relief, gently exploring, making him groan. Lethal hands, tamed for him.

He lay back and watched her face, the love that had been missing this last year, the curiosity and lust that had never been there before tonight. Buffy focused was always a sight to see, but it was something altogether different now she was focused on him. Now that he'd felt it in battle, the control...

Willow made a long, low sound behind him, whimpering, and Giles twisted his head to see Xander's mouth buried between her thighs, tasting her.

Tasting him, Giles realised, what he'd left inside her, and it made him light-headed. He wanted to lick her wetness and his own from Xander's lips. He wondered if Xander could taste the magic like he did.

He turned back to find Buffy watching him knowingly. She ignored his protest when she abandoned his cock to put her hands on his chest, leaving her weight there as she leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "I can't wait to see you two together." God, did she know? "I've pictured you doing this to him."

And then she was gone again, and her hot wet mouth was sliding down the length of him, and thank god for her strength to hold him down. She took him all the way with no trouble at all and her nails were digging into his arse and he was arching, crying her name. She seemed to know, as she knew everything, that he'd like the sharpened pleasure of her grazing teeth, her nails scratching his thighs.

Her long, curling hair had tumbled forward to hide the view but he could picture it easily, her pink lips around him, her cheeks hollow, her serious blue eyes narrowed in concentration. Nails scratched over his balls and he lost his breath completely. She was rubbing and tugging and then she let his cock go and licked his balls, wet delicious heat leaving cool air behind, and then she was on his cock again and her finger pushed straight up inside him, pleasure shooting through him unexpected, and he was coming in her mouth faster than she could swallow, spilling out of her. That clever finger drawing one shudder from him after another.

She was back up over him, kissing him, and she hadn't swallowed at all. She gave him a mouthful of his own thick come, chasing it with her tongue, and he took it, pressed inside her for more. Not the girl-Buffy at all, this delicious, sensual woman.

He was hard again or still hard, and he reached blindly for the condoms. Someone put one in his hand and he didn't know who or care because he was hard again or still hard, and poking against the sweet juncture of her thighs.

Condom on and he rolled on top, pushing home inside her in one move, Buffy's tiny body so tight and hot, and their foreheads came together as they both fought for breath. Their bond hummed between them, undeniable, physical. No one else would ever have that part of her, or of him.

"I love you," Buffy whispered, and Giles replied, "I love you as well," without hesitation because they were Slayer and Watcher and they did. They both knew what this was, what it wasn't. They were safe together, strong together, right together.

Magic inside her: not the well-spring of Willow's power, but the remnants of their union spell and her own, more primal power, the Slayer, recognised and embraced by whatever it was in him that marked his own destiny.

He'd been wanting to take her hard, loose all his need and passion, but now he was here and he could hardly bear to move. He wanted to be good for her. He wanted to touch her, in a way Angel never had, and Riley never could. Shape her, teach her.

He found himself rocking, rolling, in the cradle of her hips, propped over her until she pulled him down, wanting the weight of him, wanting to kiss him. He could give her that. Chaste kisses as though he didn't have his cock in her tight, sweet cunt, kisses he might have got away with in the daylight, kisses on her forehead and cheeks and close-mouthed on her lips, like kissing a daughter except for the way the bond held them close, the way he was completely hard and inside her.

Giles slipped one hand behind her head and one beneath her hips to pull her closer, be deeper, touch more, grind a little harder, so she moaned for him. Yes, that was what he wanted. She wrapped her legs around his hips, slayer strength to pull him in, inside the heat of her. He kept at it forever, it seemed, until a wet finger pushed inside him, stretching him and he came again silently, head pressed hard to hers.

She was smiling against his cheek, finger still wiggling pleasurably inside him, and he thrust hard, wanting to push her over before he softened. She gasped; a few more strokes and she cried out, cried out on every thrust, and then Giles pulled out, ignoring her protest to dive down and taste her, suck her swollen clit and keep her going. She was going to remember this. A hand settled in his hair, and he knew it was his own training in self-control that kept her from pulling. He slid his tongue up, pressed and wiggled it in places that would make her shudder and her breath hiccup, spreading her juices to wash away the lingering taste of latex so he could taste her, sharp and so very beautiful.

He didn't want her sounds to stop. Remembered what she'd done to him and quickly sucked his finger, opening his mouth wide on her as he pushed his finger in her tight arse and she wailed, so loud, so tight, so wet, and he never wanted this to end. The tiniest shifts of his finger kept her going, long slow licks drawing sighs and shudders until she nudged him away, too sensitive for more. He was still half-hard as he pullled off the condom, and dropped it out of the way.

She was shaking; Giles looked up and realised she was chuckling, carried away on the joy of it, and he felt his own face widen in a grin. This was his Slayer, this wonderful, sensual woman, strongest of all slayers, more full of life than anyone he'd known, and maybe she would survive them all. He dragged himself up beside her to push their foreheads together, but it was a while before she sobered enough to kiss him. He could feel her smiling still as he traced her teeth and the length of her tongue, one hand tenderly skimming up her waist to cup her perfect breast.

"Watch them," Buffy said, nodding towards the others. He looked over.

Willow and Xander were facing them, Xander spooned behind her, her knee pulled high as he rocked inside. His hand rested over her mound, wet fingers in dark-damp hair, moving in time with her soft cries. His face was buried in her neck, eyes closed, expression of total pleasure. Like this was where he'd always wanted to be.

"They look good together." It made his stomach tight, saying it.

Her lips brushed his ear, and barely loud enough to make out the words, she murmured, "Are you in love with him?"

He jerked back to look at her, her calm blue assessing eyes, and she smiled, just a little.

"I know you," she added. Her hand slid over his rough cheek. "Now I can feel it in you."

Giles looked over again. Xander's hair was over his eyes, and his hand was pressing Willow gently. Her hand rested on his wrist, like she hadn't decided if this was too much or not quite enough. Her leg shifted and Giles could see the root of him, red and glistening, sliding inside her. Buffy was mistaken. He didn't want to take Xander on dates, or drag him to Massachusetts. But by god, he wanted to have him tonight, make him moan. Giles wanted to taste that cock.

He craved his earlier high, the fearless invincibility; he'd be climbing behind them and pushing a finger inside Xander right now. Spreading his cheeks and tasting his arse as he took Willow.

"He's been watching you," Buffy said, quietly, "the same way you watch him."

Xander's eyes opened and Giles' heart skipped a beat. Had he heard? But no reaction, just his wide brown eyes on Giles and Buffy as he picked up the pace, shorter, faster strokes. His breathing was shaky, and sometimes Giles could see his mouth shaping 'God, Will,' and 'Oh God,' but it was never loud enough to hear.

"I'm not sure I'll know what to do with Willow," Buffy confessed.

Giles dragged his attention away from them and kissed her. He played with her breast, glad of the break from fucking. All the magic in the world couldn't make him nineteen years old. It was nice, to lie here with Buffy, free to touch her, to talk, enjoy the closeness. It had been a long time, since she'd come to him with a problem. Never a problem like this. "You'll know."

"I've never... with a girl."

Giles glanced up at Xander, who was now gripping Willow's arms, breathing hard, losing his rhythm as his neck arched. Giles would know exactly what to do with Xander, if Xander allowed him. He brushed hair from her face, and went back to the delicious curve under her breast. "She's like you. Do what you like."

She smiled, and reached down for a mischievous tug. "I like cock," and she blushed.

"So does Willow, believe me." He shivered at the memory. "And she liked my mouth and my hands as much you did." His mouth feasting on her as her heels dragged up his back, his fingers tickling her clit and dipping inside her. Willow liked everything, a hedonist after his own heart - or loins - like he hadn't known since Ethan. She'd be a terrible, wonderful accomplice, unleashed.

"I wigged on her, when I found out about Tara the other week." Buffy watched the pair of them grinding. "Now I'm kind of curious."

Curious? Giles was verging on desperate, to see them together, but he held his mentorly tone. "You'll do fine. You'll love it." He smiled, and purred in her ear, "You can't imagine how hard I'll be, watching you."

She laughed, breast pressing into his hand. "Like you'll be watching us."

They both looked over when Willow cried aloud. Xander was whispering in her ear, fingers playing over her as he thrust. This had been a long time coming, for them, and it would always be with them, worked into the threads of their relationship. Giles was a little jealous. He'd never had a friendship like that. He'd never have Xander like that.

Willow was whimpering, tangling their legs. Her hand came up to settle in his unruly hair, and she nodded at whatever he was saying as she caught her breath

Suddenly he pulled out and Willow rolled onto her back as he stripped off his condom, then he knelt over her hips and his hand was over hers on his cock, getting him off together. Hands flashing over hard pink flesh, eyes locked on each other and Xander's face full of bared need. He was quiet when he came. Soft quick gasps and his fist closed tight, and then strings of white pulsing from him over her breasts.

Giles didn't take a breath the entire time. Nor after, as Xander knelt panting over her, still looking like he couldn't believe he was here, doing this. Willow drew a finger through the pool between her breasts, laughing.

Never, in all his misspent youth, had Giles seen anything so erotic. He was going to be getting off to this picture for the rest of his life. He wanted more.

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And now, Reckless 3/3: Xander

The story so far... well, there wasn't one, but there was plenty of sex. Now: more coming.


Giles didn't take a breath the entire time. Nor after, as Xander knelt panting over her, still looking like he couldn't believe he was here, doing this. Willow drew a finger through the pool between her breasts, laughing.

Never, in all his misspent youth, had Giles seen anything so erotic. He was going to be getting off to this picture for the rest of his life. He wanted more.

Buffy beat him to it. Before he'd sat up, she was already sprawled beside them, flashing Xander a saucy smile and swirling her tongue in Willow's navel. He gaped at her, as she licked her way up Willow's belly to the spread of seed, to taste him.

Giles had to circle around to Willow's other side, to press his tongue against her. Willow giggled under them. Her shaking, her salt skin, and then Xander's sweet come, Buffy smiling at him between her own cat-like licks; this was decadence. He tasted sticky-sweet skin up to a rosy pointed nipple and took it in his mouth, teeth teasing, and then there was a hand in his hair, too large to belong to either of the girls.

He didn't react, for fear of scaring Xander away. The hand seemed to want him to stay, so he did, licking Willow clean with Buffy, tasting both of them on Buffy's lips when he paused to kiss her, Xander's fingers making circles against his scalp as their tongues slid against each other.

They drew apart, and Xander's cock was right there, by his chin, at half-mast but not done yet. If Giles turned...

He dragged his mouth back to Willow. So close; it would be so terribly easy to turn and press his lips to the shining tip, settle a hand on one of those tight round arse-cheeks and pull him deep, not let Xander hang back politely when Giles wanted his mouth full of him.

He mustn't scare Xander away. But by god, it was tempting.

From above, Xander's voice rasped. "Are we up to the hot girl-on-girl action chapter of the movie, yet?"

Girl-on-girl would be lovely. Man-on-man, though... This would be when he could, if he could. Xander's knee was pressed to Giles' ribs, and the rest of him was just behind, astride Willow's hips, within reach.

Buffy laughed, and looked across at Giles. "Sure we are." She looked at Willow, the pair of them smiling at each other for a second before coming together in a slow, deep kiss.

Giles almost closed his eyes as that hand in his hair tightened, but he didn't want to miss a second of it. And then the hand was gone, as Xander shifted off to the other side of Buffy to give them room, and Giles reluctantly drew away, as well.

Buffy touched Willow's breasts as they kissed, fingers playing up over her collarbones and down to her ribs, returning to the soft curve, her hand the perfect size.

Xander lay on the other side of them, head propped on his hand, already fully hard again. Watching the girls as shamelessly as Giles watched him. The girls were beautiful, but spectating wasn't what Giles wanted, now. He wanted Xander.

And the spell... If ever there was a chance to touch Xander, this was it. The four of them together, the two girls entwined, nothing too straight-threatening about Giles working his way around behind him and touching, a little.

Xander flashed a nervous glance over at him, as though hearing his thoughts, and looked back to the girls. This night was already going to be between them. Whether it was something they didn't do or something they did... Be hung for a sheep.

Willow's fingers were inside Buffy, thumb working her clit and Willow was glowing, Buffy gasping and twitching. Xander watched like he was preparing for the biggest finals of his life. He didn't feel Giles settle behind him, and he jumped when Giles whispered, "They're beautiful."

Xander grinned back at him. "Best spell ever."

Giles laid a hand on his hip, felt him freeze. He pretended to watch the girls, hand still, until Xander relaxed. "Is this all right?" He could have kicked himself, for giving Xander the chance to say no.

After a terrifyingly long pause Xander nodded, but he was staring at Giles' hand, uncertain. It was enough.

"Watch," Giles said, directing him back to where Willow was spreading Buffy open with her hands, dipping down for delicate licks.

It was cheating to use a distraction like that, but as long as Xander wasn't thinking about whose hand was sliding over his firm stomach and up his hairless chest, Giles was going to enjoy his chance. He was smooth, and his muscles were far too defined for someone who got more exercise avoiding gym than doing the classes. He'd made the swim team, Giles remembered, once half the team had devolved.

Willow reached up to pinch Buffy's nipple and Giles pinched Xander's, felt his entire body stiffen. Giles felt like he'd craved this forever, to find the smooth strong muscles under all those baggy clothes, to sweep his hands over Xander's golden skin, but it had been less than a year of long, useless afternoons, moments standing close enough to notice how good Xander smelled.

Here was his neck, only inches from Giles' lips. At last. This little stretch, where Xander's hair trailed off, the curve down to the muscle of his shoulder where he had been kissed by the sun; this was what Giles noticed first, one unremarkable afternoon, reaching past to slide a book on the shelf and there was this length of neck and the scent of shampoo and Xander seemed so much older than he had three minutes earlier when he was trying to convince Giles to file his books in order of size.

Xander was staring at his wandering hand with amazement. Giles wondered if it was that it was a man's hand, or that it was his own, that threw Xander. But he wasn't objecting, didn't seem to be forming an objection, so Giles let Xander's gaze follow his hand down to his thigh, and he was sure he heard him swallow. Giles' mouth was dry as well.

His first touch was just a single finger, a line lightly drawn up the length of him. So soft. Hot, and just slightly sticky, wet at the tip. That day Giles noticed Xander's neck, he never imagined that one day he'd be here, half-hard cock inches from Xander's naked arse, seriously contemplating how to close the gap.

But for now, it was Xander's cock that had his attention, the delicate stretched skin over the flared head, the faint line of vein that his finger was tracing back to the root. Xander was shaking, and Giles didn't think it was for the girls.

Buffy wanted to watch his mouth on here. He'd put on a show for her, show her how men sucked cock, let her see how thoroughly he could undo Xander, the sounds he could drag out of him. He'd make Xander so very loud...

His fingers tightened at the thought, and Xander's head turned, mouth opening, and Giles closed his hand around him before the protest could form. Xander's cock filled Giles' fist, and he jerked up in the grip, not caring whose hand it was, not when he had the girl-show that had teased his dreams for years playing out in front of him.

Willow was pushing Buffy's shoulder down, and Buffy was going, intimidated but willing. That was Buffy, never allowing herself fear once she'd put her mind to something. She held Willow open and took a good look, first, and that was enough to drive Xander's hips forward, pushing him into Giles' grip. Her first lick was tentative, but Willow smiled down at her. "Yeah."

Buffy settled in, more confident, long swipes and sometimes deeper ones, growing more curious as Willow moaned beneath her. Willow lay back, stretching her arms over her head, arching her back whenever Buffy found something particularly good. Judging by her cries, Buffy was just as talented at that as anything. He'd felt her mouth, now, and he didn't doubt it.

Could he have Xander's? Giles wondered if there was enough left in their spell that Xander might do it, forget himself so completely that he would wrap his pretty lips around Giles' cock? He'd accepted his touch, hesitation forgotten as he pressed wantonly into Giles' knowing hand, wanting more, but perhaps a little fellating would be more participation than Xander could handle.

Even this, being pressed up against him, hand on his cock, was more than Giles would ever have hoped for. He'd worked himself forward; Xander didn't even notice the first time Giles' chest hair brushed his back, or the second, or even when Giles squeezed him and pressed right up against him, skin to skin, and stayed.

Buffy went deeper, sliding two fingers up inside Willow, and Willow's legs wrapped around her shoulders, and Xander's hand wrapped around Giles', demanding more.

Giles wanted Xander to come. He wanted to watch with a front-row seat this time, but this would be the only time Giles made Xander come and he wanted to have all of him, wanted Xander to be feeling and seeing and breathing him and no one else, so he let go and pulled Xander's hand to his thigh, leaving his cock untouched. "Just watch."

Xander obeyed.

Just like that.

And Giles found a whole new list of wants. "Kneel." He tugged at Xander's arm and leg, probably hindering more than he helped Xander to twist onto his spread knees, sitting on his heels, and then he knelt behind him, pressed up tight with his thighs around Xander's, his chest against Xander's broad back, his face in Xander's hair.

Xander's hands had reached for his own cock but Giles caught them both and pressed them flat on Xander's thighs. Xander left them there, attention never wavering from the girls, where Willow had brought one hand up to hold Buffy's hair out of the way, so they could see her tongue, her wet face, Willow's shining clit. Buffy sat up and worked Willow with her hand, two fingers in and her thumb rubbing, and Xander started wriggling, the crack of his arse teasing Giles' cock, firm and promising. Giles wished he knew Xander had experience - he'd slick him up and pull him onto his cock right now, if he did. He'd be breathtakingly tight. Heart-stoppingly tight. God, it was tempting.

Slowly. "Kneel up," he whispered in Xander's ear.

Xander obediently shifted, arse rising and Giles dragged his hands back from his thighs, catching his wrists behind his back, and Xander let him, entirely pliable. Dear lord. Did he have any idea?

There was something disturbing about the way this power was tangling with the high, but having Xander restrained and aroused was tripping buttons Giles hadn't pushed in years. He drew his hand down Xander's shoulders and back, feeling the strength in him as he strained, but never resisted. Giles let his hand drift over Xander's crossed arms, down, to lightly brush his bare cheeks. Xander tensed, and his head started to turn, and stopped. Giles waited.

Xander didn't speak, and after a moment, he turned his head straight again. It was close enough to permission.

Giles tightened his grip and waited only a heartbeat, then brought his hand back to trace the inviting crack, finger dragging a little, firm enough for Xander to know this was what was happening next. Xander didn't relax, but he let him, even when Giles' finger came back wet, and slipped between sweat-damp cheeks.

There it was, what Giles wanted so badly it made him ache in his chest and his cock, deliciously tight and just rubbing there was enough to make Xander choke off a moan, the most beautiful sound Giles had ever heard. Not two feet from his oft-declared fantasy, and Xander was entirely distracted.

It made Giles smug and possessive. "Close your eyes." Xander made a tiny noise of protest, but Giles squeezed his wrists. "Listen to them."

And he did, leaning forward with his eyes shut as Willow's whimpers rose, not even opening them at Buffy's soft, "Wow."

He didn't know that the 'Wow,' was for them, Buffy seeing how Xander looked on his knees, restrained, chin lifted to bare his throat. She finally saw what Giles had been seeing this past year, the man Xander had become.

Just to be sure he had his attention, Giles sank his finger inside and Xander jerked against his grip, head turning so Giles could see he still had his eyes squeezed shut, entirely abandoned to Giles' touches. Giles pushed deeper and Xander's lips parted. He could barely move in there, but he pulled out and wet a second finger, and pressed both, fighting the sweet resistance until they squeezed inside and Xander choked out a gasp, catching his lower lip in his teeth.

Giles' cock would never fit in here. But as Giles allowed his hand just the slightest movements, Xander started pushing back, hips working with him. Such abandon... Giles had always wondered how easily, how completely Xander gave himself, but he'd never imagined it like this. Giving himself to Giles. Giles was going to take him.

Giles muttered under his breath and Xander's head jerked, eyes suddenly wide. Yes, he felt that. Magic hands, all over Xander's body, feeling deeper than skin. He tugged Xander's arms so he fell into Giles' lap with a cry, further onto his fingers. Now Giles could tuck his mouth into Xander's neck and whisper, "Do you feel me?" and he knew Xander would nod like this. So open. Giles wanted this side of Xander, stripped of his defences and willing... submissive. Just thinking the word made Giles harder, his grip tighter. Shouldn't play games with magic here, but Giles wanted. He wanted to tie him up, kneel him down, bend him over, make him silent, make him moan, make him wait, make him come. Giles ground his fingers deeper and Xander's entire body twisted, just two fingers and such response, Giles wanted to tell him, Just wait for my cock, just wait until I open this up with my cock.

"Do it," Xander whispered. A hand reached up to Giles' face, blindly pressing his cheek to Xander's. "Do it."

Not enough hands, one to hold him, one to slide inside, no hand left to squeeze his cock, to map his chest, to circle his throat and pin him back into the crook of Giles' neck. And he wanted. He could.

Words he hadn't uttered in years rolled out as easily as his own name, and Xander caught his breath as magical bonds locked his arms in place.

Giles could let go. He traced the arched spine, circled around to find the hollow of hip. Such beautiful skin. He locked his fingers on and dug a little deeper inside to find the place that would make Xander stiffen again. So easy. This was beyond his fantasies

Something bumped his knee. Lubricant. Buffy and Willow were watching them. They were entangled, and their mouths were wet, but their eyes were on Giles and Xander, and Willow was reaching out, condom already unwrapped in her fingers.

He had no idea how long they'd been watching. He hoped they'd seen all of it. He hoped they kept right on watching.

Xander wasn't nearly ready, but Giles couldn't wait. Not with Xander so easy in his hands, not with the hungry eyes of the girls begging him on. They wanted to see him buried in Xander as much as he wanted to be there, and Xander was waiting between them, blind.

Giles held their gaze as he reached forward between Xander's legs and drew his nails up his inner thigh so he'd open his mouth and moan for them. Buffy's mouth opened as well, and their eyes darkened, and Willow leaned closer with the condom.

He squeezed Willow's hand as he took it, felt a shot of power crackle up the nerves of his arm. God, yes. He was going to show Xander how good it could be to be taken by a man who knew how to fuck, and it wouldn't matter where he pigeon-holed himself when he was sober again.

Giles' fingers buzzed with magic and it made rolling the condom on a challenge in control, and that was nothing next to the overwhelming pleasure of closing his slick hand on his flesh. He couldn't hold back his whimper. He'd been neglected as long as Xander, who was turning back with a tiny frown between his closed eyes, wondering what was happening behind him.

He cottoned on as Giles pushed slippery fingers inside him, and suddenly he didn't look so certain at all. That only made it better.

He still went when Giles nudged him to lean forward, stayed in place as Giles shifted into a better position and spread his cheeks to see that dark, pinched hole. So breathtakingly easy. He allowed himself to be guided back down to Giles' straining cock.

So tight. Impossibly, too tight. Giles pulled his hips and Xander hissed at the pressure, finally starting to resist. Other words for that, sparkling, tingling words he rarely gave to Ethan, that would heat the way and soften the sting. Xander let go as the liquid warmth slipped through him, and eased slowly back onto Giles' cock.

Breathing had never needed concentration before. Suddenly it seemed to require six years' study and certification from an accredited university. Giles wasn't sure his heart was beating.

But there it was, in his cock, all the blood pumping straight down, every drop of life draining out of him to squeeze inside Xander's body.

It wasn't enough. Giles wanted, like something he needed was just out of reach, like a part of him was missing. He lifted them up, remembering just in time to cushion the fall, hearing Xander's cry as he spilled forward onto his shoulders and cheek, and shoved home. They cried out together.

Giles was spinning spells to stir their sensations, weaving magic over Xander's skin and tugging his nerves, feeling it sing in his own body. Xander was writhing under him, using his strength to test but never break Giles' grip, twisting and squeezing around his cock. Giles was higher than he'd been since his youth, crazed like he hadn't been since he and Ethan moulded chaos into pleasure and lost entire weekends to fucking.

Xander didn't have magic but he had something else, unidentifiable and addictive, that he'd tasted in their spell, and the memory of it was trickling back. Xander was the key to something, or everything

He buried his face in Xander's hair and breathed him into his lungs like he was doing lines off the nape of his neck, until Xander's head turned and their mouths crashed together and everything stopped.

Xander tasted of salt. His lips were soft. He was slick and wet inside. He was kissing Giles.

This was what Giles wanted.

Not magic. He broke the spells, the bindings and enhancers, so all that bound them was the remains of their joining. Giles had Xander inside him. Stubborn, fearful, courageous love.

Giles pulled out. He rolled Xander gently onto his back, seeing the momentary fear evaporate as Giles moved back between his legs, and pushed up his knees. Xander curled up to kiss him again with sweet soft lips, and he slid home, into perfect tight heat. This time Xander's arms were free to pull him down, to wrap around Giles' shoulders, and this time Xander's legs could wrap around Giles' hips, and that was what he wanted. He rocked, cradled in Xander, tender hands moving over his back, sliding through his hair. Loving.

Wide brown eyes held Giles', unafraid. Dear god, he was beautiful. A wave of tenderness left Giles paralysed. He'd felt nothing like this for him before. He'd desired the boy a good while now but he hadn't felt this. It hurt to breathe. He couldn't trust the rest of the world but he had these three. Buffy and Willow and Xander. They loved him. He'd never let anything happen to them.

He kissed Xander again, on his mouth and his temple and his cheek, his mouth again because he couldn't resist that, Xander's taste and his slow, sure tongue and the shape of his teeth. He ached with it. Xander welcomed all of it, every reservation forgotten. His hands were stroking Giles' back, rubbing through the hair at the nape of his neck, every touch delicate, protective, tender. Clasping Giles within his body and caressing him without, and Giles had told him, "I'm in love with you," before he'd summoned the thought.

Xander froze. Giles pressed deeper, swept up in the rush of letting the words loose, wanting to laugh and fuck and make love and be in love.

Xander pressed his chest, pushing him up to stare at him, and Giles said it again. "I'm in love with you." He was. He kissed him hard, and whispered it in his ear, and kissed him again. His head was spinning with the passion and his hips were pushing, wanting to tunnel all the way home. Xander was home, and Giles was in love with him, and he couldn't see why he'd never seen it earlier.

He reached between them to touch Xander's cock, and his cry was like a drug. Thick hot flesh on his palm and Xander responding with his entire body to every touch, with his spine arching and his heels digging into Giles' thighs and his fingers clawing Giles back and his mouth giving the neediest, hungriest sounds into Giles' ear.

Giles worked him hard, wanting to feel the squeeze of Xander's completion. He watched his face, the desperation as Xander was dragged closer and closer to the precipice, and he loved him for it, loved the shift before he gasped, the way his fingers sank into Giles' shoulders to keep him still as he clamped down on Giles' cock and he couldn't stay still, could barely move but he was trying, wanting every twist and shudder, every tremor wracking through him, the highest moment of Giles' life and he wanted it to last forever.



At some point, they separated. At some point, the girls had finished, as well. Giles was lying on his back, Buffy's head on his chest, her hair tickling his throat. Willow was curled up behind her, hand reaching over to link with Giles'. If only they could sleep this way every night. Xander was about... behind him, gathering up the evidence.

"We'll get it later," Giles murmured.

"I've got it," Xander said quietly. "Maybe we should get dressed." He glanced towards the stairs.

"Later."

"But what if-"

"Later." Giles gave Buffy a squeeze, just enough for a little 'mph' from her. He could hardly extract himself from this wonderful little nest. He stretched out his other arm. "There's space for you."

Xander smiled a little, eyes dropping shyly away, and scratched his hair. "I'll just... get rid of this."

Giles was nearly gone, when he felt warmth settle over him. The blanket from the couch. And the girls shuffling closer, as Xander tucked himself behind them.

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If you enjoyed this, and you'd like to read a post-Adam foursome with, um, whatsitcalled, oh yeah, 'plot development' and 'story', then I heartily rec antennapedia's Four nights and a revelation If you know of any others, (or any coursome foursomes) I'd love to be pointed in that direction.

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Dr Squidlove.