What are Those Boys Doing?

So we had left our mysteriously be-spelled male Scoobies in the living room of Giles apartment, where Giles had just had a shock and broke his favourite cup; Willow and Tara were on an, um, 'break' in the training room and Anya was fleecing, ah, attending, to customers at the Magic Box; and lastly Buffy was deep in thought over rounded, weighty matters at the Espresso Pump, such as does the chocolate in a double mocha latte have more calories than in a slushy. Let's continue…

At Giles shout, Xander struggled to get out from under Spike. The vampire however was having none of it and continued chewing and sucking on the nipple he had in his mouth. Xander gave a hard, panicked shove and Spike tumbled backwards onto the floor, knocking into the coffee table on his way down.

"Hey! Watch it. Fellow could take that the wrong way!" Spike turned his head to look up at Giles, who was standing glowering at the both of them, mouth opened, gaping wordlessly at the spectacle in front of him. Xander was trying to pull his shirt back down into place. His unfamiliarity with having breasts was causing him a little trouble in his position on the couch.

"You could have asked to join in, Rupes. Plenty of vampire to go round."

Giles shook himself and glared down at the little bastard. Spike, for his part simply smirked up at the watcher from his position on the floor, between couch and table. He ran a hand from his navel, up between and then around the lush, full breasts that stood up from his once flat chest. Giles felt a tightening where he should not be feeling anything of the sort.

"Um, I'll help you clean that up, Giles." Xander stood up, still tugging on his shirt in an attempt to cover his bare chest. Giles, muttering to himself, bent over to retrieve his fallen crockery. Xander's head met Giles' ample bosom with some force. Giles went down in a heap, howling loudly, falling on top of Xander and sending them both crashing onto the vampire, who was still semi recumbent on the floor, fingering his own bosom.

Willow and Tara emerged from the training room as Anya's customer took the packages he had paid for, from the counter and turned to the store entrance. He opened the door to leave just as Buffy reached for the door from the other side. The man held the door and stepped back to allow her to enter.

She smiled in his direction. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." The man returned her smile with a slight nod before he proceeded out of the door.

Buffy paused on the step with a thoughtful look, shook her head and proceeded to the table where the other three women had gathered.

"Hey guys. Found anything helpful?"

"Hi Buffy," returned Willow, "Tara found a general reversal spell we could try but as for anything that relates to what type of spell we might be looking at, we've got zip."

Tara smiled up at Buffy and Anya frowned in thought.

"It seems a very strange thing to give men breasts. It could be a vengeance wish. Though who would do that to my Xander? Perhaps I should check in with D'Hoffryn anyway."

"I think at this stage any idea is of the good, since we're flying blind here." Buffy crossed her arms. "Who was that man who just left?"

"A customer. He bought that fertility statue we'd been left with after ordering it in especially, for a very selfish customer who obviously thought I had nothing better to do, and never came back for it. I think he and his wife might be trying to get pregnant. I wonder what that would be like, having a child. I want to have children."

"Hmm. He seemed familiar for some reason. S'pose I've seen him round town. Anyway, I was thinking, we should probably get some food and take what we've found out back to Giles' place."

Tara and Willow nodded their agreement. Anya folded her arms across her body.

"Well I am worried about Xander and today's sales have been good, so I guess I could close the shop early. I have to count the money though."

"Why don't you stay here and close up, Anya? Willow, Tara and I can go get the food come back and get you."

The front door of Giles apartment opened and Willow, Tara and Anya entered. Anya carried a box of donuts, Tara a tray of coffees and Willow a book.

"We bring doughnuty goodness and a reversal spell that might just work," Willow announced, as the three women walked to the end of the sofa.

Whatever else might have been said was forgotten, as the women surveyed the sight before them. A tangle of limbs, glimpses of bare chests and exposed breasts, flailing arms and other things, amid a flow of grunts and curses.

"Oh, m-my, m-my." Tara tried to look anywhere but at the show on the floor.

"Giles!" This from Willow, who was mortified to see the man she looked to as a second father, in a state of, well she wasn't sure what state, but she was pretty sure she didn't want to know.

"Xander! You said I was your only orgasm partner. You could have at least waited until we could join you. Or watch. You're so selfish." Anya pouted and turned to take the food to the kitchen. Willow also turned from the sight on the lounge room floor, grabbed Tara by the elbow and followed Anya.

As they passed the front door, it flew open to admit Buffy who was carrying a bag of what smelt like Chinese food. She took one look at her friends' shocked faces, heard the grunting and scuffling on the other side of the sofa and went into slayer mode, dropping the bag and leaping across the room. The three women turned to watch.

As Buffy cleared the chair, she pulled up short, mouth open in shocked horror at the spectacle before her.

"Spike! How could you?" She glared down at the tangle of semi naked males before her. "I mean, what are you doing, you bad vampire, you? Don't you hurt Giles or Xander." She pulled the three men apart and helped Giles to his feet. Xander found his own way upright, tugging at his shirt. Spike stayed, bare-chested, fly open, giggling, on the floor.

Giles extracted himself from Buffy's grasp and adjusted his clothing. The little shit had opened his fly and had his hand down Giles' pants while Giles had writhed on the floor in some pain, from the blow he had received from Xander's head. Really, that boy could be such a klutz! He quietly re-zipped himself after he had pulled his shirt back into place.

"Where are my glasses?" He looked around for his glasses which had fallen off sometime during the rolling, fumbling movements, after his unseemly fall. His chest hurt. He had not realised how sensitive breasts could be, how easily bruised. Certainly, not first hand.

"Um Xander, you're um, fly is open." Buffy stammered. She looked around at the vampire on the floor and blushed bright red when she realised that his jeans were also open and little Spike was rampant and on full display. She grabbed a cushion off the chair and threw it in the general direction.

Giles noticed and looked over at the smirking blond on the floor.

"For god's sake Spike. Dress yourself, man!"

"Like what you see, do you, Watcher?" Spike looked down his body to admire the view himself. Bugger, but it was a bit weird to see the girly attachments above his waving todger. He looked up at Buffy with a smirk on his face.

She glared down at him and ground out a, "Get dressed you idiot." She turned and headed towards the kitchen, picking up the bag of food from the floor and ushering the other three women before her.

"Straighten yourselves up and we'll get the food ready."

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