Couples: W/An/X, An/X, W/X, W/An
IWD: Wax Poetica
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haunted
i fell off the map of rhyme and reason
not like i cared much
can't say i cared at all
when i was sitting on the cooling rock
the heated rock
letting the monsters that i make
the creatures i let take me reshape me and define my insanity
ah, insanity
for one moment of pure clarity
i'd let you haunt me like you do
haunt me like you do freely
not fighting
i'm tired of fighting
it's lonely
and it's cold and i don't think i'll do it anymore
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"Xander, why are you looking at me like that? Xander, what's wrong?"
There was something about the way he walked, like all his muscles had become liquid. He didn't walk to her so much as prowled. "Wrong, Wills? What makes you think something's wrong?"
"I-I don't know," she answered, backing away. Something about the way he walked reminded her of . . .days gone by. But it couldn't be. That was so long ago and Giles had expelled the-- Her hand flew to her cheek as if expecting it to hurt. But there was nothing there. Of course. And there was nothing strange about Xander. Of course. Of cou-- "Oomph!"
"Hey! Watch who you're stepping on!"
Willow turned quickly. "Oh, Anya, I'm sorry. I-I didn't see you."
"Well next time use your eyes. That's what they're there for. Unless of course you need a spell to see too."
"Hey!" A purr sounded behind her "Eep!"
"That wasn't nice Anya." Willow turned. Was it just her or were Xander's eyes a little orange? "Apt, but not nice."
Anya gave him a brilliant smile. Sidestepping Willow, she wrapped her arms around Xander's neck. Swaying to their own music, they seemed to slowly melt into each other, become each other until when finally their lips met, it was the only thing left for them to do. They had to, there was no left of center, no plateau to come down. They had to peak. And Willow had to watch. They were animal in their grace and intensity.
Was Xander growling?
Anya pulled away. "Oh honey, I think we're leaving someone out."
Looking over her shoulder, he grinned at Willow. "Mmm, I think we are." Xander held out one snakelike swaying hand, "Join us?"
Willow found herself swaying with them, moving left and right, back and forth, enthralled by them. "Come on, Willow," Anya said silkily, looking over her shoulder, "you know you want to. Don't you want my Xander?"
Somehow Anya's usually annoying talk wasn't so bothersome. It was enchanting. It didn't matter what Anya said so long as she and Xander didn't stop moving.
"She's right, Wills, you know you want us." She shook her head slowly, slowly. "Who are you trying to convince Willow, us or you?" Anya nuzzled his neck until he moaned.
"You're . . .you're," Willow fumbled for the words. "You're Hyena Xander!"
Anya laughed against her fiancé's neck. "Score one for the witch. You think she'll play now?"
"Don't know Ahn," Xander's long fingers twined in his lover's hair, "let's see if I can't persuade her." He slipped from Anya's grasp, stalking Willow. There was no place for her to go. "Hey, Wills," he purred.
"Hey, Xander," she whispered, breathless, caught in his strangely golden brown eyes.
"Wanna play?"
"I-I don't think I should."
"Aw, come on Willow, don't you want to play with us?"
"I shouldn't," but his hands were already on her shoulders, his swaying hips making contact with hers. "You know you want to," he whispered in her ear, licking it, tasting it. "You know you want to."
Willow felt another set of hands on her the back of her shoulders. "You know you want to," Anya whispered in her ear, touching Xander's tongue with her own.
Ah, she wanted to. She wanted to. Willow let her head drift back onto Anya's shoulder as the sensually dangerous couple moved her to their hunter's beat. If Xander's the Hyena, she thought to herself, then Anya must be a demon again. But it became just another whisper in her head, joining the other whispers in her head. It didn't seem to matter so long as they didn't stop moving, so long as the incredible heat they enveloped her in didn't go. Mmm, no, no, it couldn't go the way Oz . . . She let the thought slide like water in her hand. Just another whisper in her head. Let the punishment fit the crime.
Xander's hands slid up her body, pushing her shirt away from her skin. Anya took Willow's hands in her own and together they brought their hands up under his loose, silky shirt. Closer, closer, they had to have him closer to them. Inside them, surrounding them, he would devour them.
Let the punishment fit the crime. Let the punishment fit the crime.
"Now," Anya hissed over Willow's head, into her lover's ear.
Willow caught sight of herself in a mirror across the hall. Flushed and needy, she watched Anya and Xander play with her, manipulate her: Xander with his head bent over her shoulder, Anya her face gross and ridged.
"Now," the demoness hissed again.
And suddenly Willow knew. Suddenly she could see it. On her head, in the mirror, was a black hat. Let the punishment fit the crime. "No!" she cried.
Someone was screaming and screaming and screaming and Willow wished they would stop. Whoever it was screamed louder as the sound of bone crunching filled the room.
"Let the punishment fit the crime!" Collapsing onto Anya, Willow realized she was the one screaming. She was the one. And Xander was eating her alive.
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"Willow! Willow! Oh my God, Dawn, call Giles. Tara, get some water. Willow, wake up." Smack!
"Tara, do you have the water, nothing's helping."
Willow woke up, gasping and wet. "What . . .what's going on?" She was flung back onto the bed as Tara engulfed her in a hug. "What happened, why am I wet?"
Meeting Tara's eyes, Buffy left the room to tell Dawn everything was okay. The blond turned back to her lover. "You were screaming. Again."
"Oh, I'm sorry honey. But -- why am I wet?"
"You were screaming, at the top of your lungs, for ten minutes. Straight. You kept screaming 'No' over and over again," she whispered.
"Oh."
"And this appeared while we were watching, me and Buffy and Dawnie." Slipping off the bed, Tara retrieved a hand mirror.
Willow drew in a shaky breath. On her shoulder, from neck to the edge of her shoulder, all along her collar bone were very red, very distinct teeth marks. Human teeth marks.
Fin
