Title: Sex , Drugs, and Rock & Roll
Rating: NC-17 later on :)
Summary: There's yet another prophecy a-brewing with some interesting side-effects. Set before Season 7. However, Spike doesn't have a soul and he got the chip out and Giles is still Buffy's watcher. On another note, this fanfic was inspired by another amazing fic I read long ago-- but I only took THE MOST BASIC idea from it (that is, three lovers bound together somehow) and completely started fresh from there. B/S/G & a little W/X
Disclaimer: I don't own them or the show, just the storyline. If I DID own BtVS, the show would still be going strong.
Feedback: Oh darlings, please. Be nice. First fic.


Prologue

"Hmm," Giles's brow furrowed in concern. His eyes flitted from word to word across the page over and over again, trying to decipher whether or not his conclusions were correct. After the third time, it seemed that they were.

The rest of the gang sat there with eyes glued on the man in tweed waiting to be informed as to what it was that he had discovered. Buffy sighed impatiently.

"Alright Giles. What gives? When is the end of the world, and is it by any chance possible for me to survive... it... this... time?" The last few words escaped her lips slowly once she felt the eyes of everyone in the room immediately upon her. She avoided their gaze, sheepishly averting her eyes to the table in front of her. She wiped away some imaginary dust.

Truth be told, Buffy had somehow learned to accept her permanent expulsion from heaven. Sometimes she even thought that if she played her cards right, the powers that be would pull some strings so to speak and get her back in. Don't be stupid, she would think to herself, heaven isn't a night club. Unfortunately, it was much harder for anyone else to accept it and the remaining sorrow of losing their dearest friend combined with the immense guilt from tearing her away from the only peace she would have ever known still left a heavy burden on their shoulders which shown clearly upon their faces at the slightest mention of it.

"W-well...," Giles began, though her comment had tugged sharply at his heartstrings, "It-it would seem that a-a great prophecy shall.. shall be ful-fulfilled," he took his glasses off and squinted down at the text once more.

"Uh, Giles? No offense but you say that like every time-OW," Xander kicked Anya beneath the table.

Anya stared at him bewildered, "What! He does! Every time it's 'Oh there is a great prophecy that shall be fulfulled. Run away! Run away!' and everyone takes him seriously every time. I try to tell you not to go into the pet store because there's probably bunnies and no one listens to me, but who was completely 100 correct every single time? ME!"

She looked around triumphantly before she realized that everyone was ignoring her. She sighed, crossing her arms over her chest, and slumped back in her chair.

Willow rolled her eyes at Anya and turned her attention back to Giles, "So what is it Giles? What's going to happen?"

"Well from wh-what I can decipher, it-it seems th-that it is the, uh, Order Of, of Amoreleus," he pinched the bridge of his nose in a futile attempt to ward off his impending headache before explaining, "The, ah, Order Of Amoreleus is, a, well.. it's a...,"

"It's sex, drugs, and rock and roll," Spike interrupted, grinning wickedly. Giles glared.

"Wait. What!" Buffy stared between Spike and Giles, her face a map of utter confusion. It was a look both men were quite used to.

"Sorry, mate. Couldn't resist," he shrugged apologetically, but he still showed his teeth like a chesire cat. Giles opened his mouth to continue, but was frustrated to be interrupted once again.

"Every one million years or so, the Order of Amoreleus is invoked. It takes people's deepest urges and desires and causes them to surface. It lasts only one night but the results are pretty permanent," Anya regained her triumphant attitude as she spoke, "It's nothing to really worry about,"

"Bloody hell, can't I explain anything fully?" Giles sighed.

"Question?" Xander raised his hand slightly, "If our inner urges and desires are going to be revealed, does that mean we're going to sing and dance again? 'Cause I don't think I'm up for that. Not again. No way," he shuddered at the thought.

"No. On the night it's supposed to occur, at precisely 13 minutes after sunset-- all creatures human or not, will be completely unable to resist or hide what they really want deep inside and they will try their hardest to get it. If they can't, it's all forgotten by sunrise," Willow had read about the Order of Amoreleus long ago when she had first tried to cast a love spell on Xander. She had been hoping it would have occured around that time, but it never did-- so she turned to plan B which ended horribly to the say the least.

"Y-yes well, it may seem that this, this, this prophecy is harmless b-but you mustn't forget th-that since it does affect all cr-creatures, some very d-dangerous urges will be virtually im-impossible to resist and not just from, from demons alone. Human nature itself can be..quite, well, carnal," his cheeks blushed slightly and he stared down at his book hoping no one would notice. He hadn't only been thinking about the terrible things that others could do. Giles was more worried about his own primal desires-- especially when it came to one very blonde slayer who he had always considered quite off-limits.

Spike shifted slightly in his seat. His mind was also wrapped around Buffy and he hoped and prayed to a God who would probably never listen to him that he could finally have her. He longed to touch her again, to kiss her, but most of all, to truly possess her-- to claim her for himself.