Title: Dancing Around Love (12/13)
Author: Cyclone
Feedback: Please be gentle.
Distribution: Gimme credit and a link. Plus, archived at http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=62966
Rating: I'm gonna go say R for semi-explicit sex.
Spoilers: Up to As You Were and Forgiving.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to the almighty Joss. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: What if Buffy wasn't the only one with an illicit affair?
Author's Note: Getting dark from here on out, so consider yourself warned. We've got A/X, B/X, T/X, W/X, and W/T and various combinations thereof up ahead. Finally, if you're an Amy fan, I suggest you stop reading right now.
* * *
"Oh, Goddess, no!" Tara suddenly gasped and stumbled. The three women were on their way to the hospital to talk to Xander.
"What is it, Tara?" Willow asked, concerned as she helped Tara regain her balance.
"It... it's Xander," she said, distraught. "Someone's casting a spell on Xander. Someone... very powerful." She had almost forgotten about the self-sustaining protective spell she had cast on Xander after they had gotten caught.
And she had just felt the backlash of that spell being shattered through sheer magical power... much more power than she herself possessed.
"C'mon then!" Buffy said, breaking into a run.
* * *
Willow tried the door and looked up, "It's locked."
Buffy drew back a fist, but Tara placed a restraining hand on her arm. "Wait." She stepped forward and waved her right hand over the door handle, muttering in Latin.
An audible click sounded, and Tara opened the door.
Xander lay sleeping on the hospital bed, his face twisted into a study of pain. His hospital gown was pulled up above his waist, and a very naked Amy Madison straddled him, bobbing up and down and clearly enjoying herself.
She looked over her shoulder, revealing her all-black eyes, and grinned. "Well, well, look who's here. Care to join in?" she asked, licking her lips suggestively.
"You _bitch_!" Buffy snarled and began to stalk toward her.
"Uh uh uh," Amy said, waving a finger at them reprovingly. "Naughty, naughty." She made a throwing motion, and a bolt of energy leaped from her fingers toward the three, freezing them in place. "I'm not done yet."
She pivoted around to face them and smiled cruelly as she continued to rape Xander's sleeping form, reaching down with one hand to pleasure herself further as the other cupped her breast.
Tara wanted to throw up, wanted to turn away, close her eyes, anything, but under Amy's spell, she couldn't even blink. All she could do was watch as tears burned down her cheeks.
Buffy raged helplessly against the magical chains that bound her in place, all her Slayer strength useless against the restraining spell, but the fury boiled to higher and higher levels. Buffy grimly swore to tear Amy limb from limb once she got free.
Willow, too, watched helplessly as Amy continued to use with the man she loved to pleasure herself. But unlike Tara and Buffy, she could feel something more potent. Something... darker.
As Amy shrieked out her climax, something within Willow snapped, and the spell that held them fast shattered.
Amy whirled, her face twisted with rage and fear. She flung her hand out, and purple lightning shot out toward Willow, who threw a bolt of green fire at Amy. The two magical attacks canceled each other out in a blinding flash, and when Buffy, Tara, and Willow's eyes cleared, Amy and Xander were gone.
* * *
"I believe she's next," Rack said, smiling at Amy, then he turned and stepped into his "workshop."
She smiled back and followed him. She hadn't bothered with clothes. A simple illusion was all she needed to conceal herself from mortal eyes, and here...
Well, here, clothing wasn't an issue.
After Amy closed the door behind her, Rack turned, "You want something different, this time. Something more."
"Yeah," she said. "Power. Enough to grind that redheaded bitch's face into the dirt."
He nodded, "You know the price."
She smirked insolently, "Dressed for the occasion."
* * *
"Willow," Tara said. "Willow!"
She turned and warned, "Don't lecture me. I'm not in the mood to hear it. I need this."
Tara shook her head grimly, "I know. I just... wanted you to wait for us. And don't go too far."
"Right," Willow said, then paused. "What would be too far?"
"We'll figure that out later," Buffy said, "but I'm figuring on maiming her. Slowly."
"Works for me," Willow nodded.
"What's going on? Where's Xander?"
Tara glowered at the new arrival, "Why do _you_ care? You tried to kill him!"
Anya flinched. "I made a mistake, okay? I still love him."
"Amy kidnapped him," Willow said curtly. She didn't have time for this. She paused for a moment, then pointed, "That way."
* * *
The doors to Angel's old mansion suddenly exploded inward, and two witches, a Slayer, and an ex-demon stalked in angrily.
"Welcome to my humble abode," Amy said languidly. She was unclothed, straddling an equally disrobed Xander. She gestured toward where she joined him and gasped, arching her back in pleasure as her spell took effect. She rose and prodded her crotch. Licking the sticky fluids from her fingers, she pressed her other hand across her belly and said absently, "I wonder if I'll get pregnant?"
Without preamble, Buffy launched herself at the nude witch, sword drawn back. With an almost absent-minded wave of her hand, Amy magically flung the Slayer into a wall. "Care to try again?"
Wordlessly, Tara and Willow flung curses at her... but Amy trumped Willow in experience and easily eclipsed Tara in sheer power, and her return barrage negated their attacks and flung them back. She smirked cruelly at the only Slayerette to remain standing, "And what do _you_ think you can do to me, hell bitch?"
Anya trembled and lowered her axe, letting it fall to the ground with a clatter.
Amy smirked down at them and squatted to look Willow in the eyes, "I'll have to thank Rack for that power boost." She stood and looked down at them, shaking her head, "Now, what to do with you...?"
"Let them go," a voice croaked from behind her.
She turned and smiled, "Well, Xander, you're awake."
"Let them go," he said, his voice stronger. "I'll do whatever you want... just let them go."
Amy walked over to him and looked him up and down, then said, "Service me."
He hesitated, then went to his knees, but she stopped him before he could begin and gestured for him to get to his feet. "You really mean it," she said, wonder in her voice as she stroked the side of his face with deceptive gentleness. "You'd really do anything I told you to if it meant sparing them. You love them that much."
He nodded.
"Well, then, let's see just how much you love them." She gestured, and Buffy's sword flew to her hand. She held it out to him, pommel first, and he took it.
Circling around him, Amy pressed herself up against his bare back and guided him toward where the four women lay defeated. "Pick one," she whispered in his ear. "Just pick one and run her through, and the rest of you all go free. I'll even join your little harem," she slid her front against his back seductively, "and let one of your pet witches there cast a binding spell on me. I'll be your slave. All you have to do is pick one and kill her."
"No," he said.
"No?" she turned and waved at Anya. "Not even the hell bitch who tried to kill you not so long ago? Who, by her own admission, tried to wipe your very existence away? Who wouldn't even fight to save you?" Anya looked away in shame.
She gestured to Buffy, "Or how about little Bitchy, who's always held that annoying little double standard in her so-called Calling?" Buffy winced at the accusation.
Xander's knuckles tightened around the sword handle, and Amy smiled victoriously and continued, "What about the redhead here, who broke your heart so many times, it's hard to keep track?" Willow's gaze dropped.
She finally pointed at Tara, "And of course, there's the bent little freak. She's a lesbian. You know she can't love you as much as you love her." Tara looked away.
And Xander gripped the sword ever tighter.
* * *
Author's Postscript:
One more part to go! I think.
Author: Cyclone
Feedback: Please be gentle.
Distribution: Gimme credit and a link. Plus, archived at http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=62966
Rating: I'm gonna go say R for semi-explicit sex.
Spoilers: Up to As You Were and Forgiving.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to the almighty Joss. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: What if Buffy wasn't the only one with an illicit affair?
Author's Note: Getting dark from here on out, so consider yourself warned. We've got A/X, B/X, T/X, W/X, and W/T and various combinations thereof up ahead. Finally, if you're an Amy fan, I suggest you stop reading right now.
* * *
"Oh, Goddess, no!" Tara suddenly gasped and stumbled. The three women were on their way to the hospital to talk to Xander.
"What is it, Tara?" Willow asked, concerned as she helped Tara regain her balance.
"It... it's Xander," she said, distraught. "Someone's casting a spell on Xander. Someone... very powerful." She had almost forgotten about the self-sustaining protective spell she had cast on Xander after they had gotten caught.
And she had just felt the backlash of that spell being shattered through sheer magical power... much more power than she herself possessed.
"C'mon then!" Buffy said, breaking into a run.
* * *
Willow tried the door and looked up, "It's locked."
Buffy drew back a fist, but Tara placed a restraining hand on her arm. "Wait." She stepped forward and waved her right hand over the door handle, muttering in Latin.
An audible click sounded, and Tara opened the door.
Xander lay sleeping on the hospital bed, his face twisted into a study of pain. His hospital gown was pulled up above his waist, and a very naked Amy Madison straddled him, bobbing up and down and clearly enjoying herself.
She looked over her shoulder, revealing her all-black eyes, and grinned. "Well, well, look who's here. Care to join in?" she asked, licking her lips suggestively.
"You _bitch_!" Buffy snarled and began to stalk toward her.
"Uh uh uh," Amy said, waving a finger at them reprovingly. "Naughty, naughty." She made a throwing motion, and a bolt of energy leaped from her fingers toward the three, freezing them in place. "I'm not done yet."
She pivoted around to face them and smiled cruelly as she continued to rape Xander's sleeping form, reaching down with one hand to pleasure herself further as the other cupped her breast.
Tara wanted to throw up, wanted to turn away, close her eyes, anything, but under Amy's spell, she couldn't even blink. All she could do was watch as tears burned down her cheeks.
Buffy raged helplessly against the magical chains that bound her in place, all her Slayer strength useless against the restraining spell, but the fury boiled to higher and higher levels. Buffy grimly swore to tear Amy limb from limb once she got free.
Willow, too, watched helplessly as Amy continued to use with the man she loved to pleasure herself. But unlike Tara and Buffy, she could feel something more potent. Something... darker.
As Amy shrieked out her climax, something within Willow snapped, and the spell that held them fast shattered.
Amy whirled, her face twisted with rage and fear. She flung her hand out, and purple lightning shot out toward Willow, who threw a bolt of green fire at Amy. The two magical attacks canceled each other out in a blinding flash, and when Buffy, Tara, and Willow's eyes cleared, Amy and Xander were gone.
* * *
"I believe she's next," Rack said, smiling at Amy, then he turned and stepped into his "workshop."
She smiled back and followed him. She hadn't bothered with clothes. A simple illusion was all she needed to conceal herself from mortal eyes, and here...
Well, here, clothing wasn't an issue.
After Amy closed the door behind her, Rack turned, "You want something different, this time. Something more."
"Yeah," she said. "Power. Enough to grind that redheaded bitch's face into the dirt."
He nodded, "You know the price."
She smirked insolently, "Dressed for the occasion."
* * *
"Willow," Tara said. "Willow!"
She turned and warned, "Don't lecture me. I'm not in the mood to hear it. I need this."
Tara shook her head grimly, "I know. I just... wanted you to wait for us. And don't go too far."
"Right," Willow said, then paused. "What would be too far?"
"We'll figure that out later," Buffy said, "but I'm figuring on maiming her. Slowly."
"Works for me," Willow nodded.
"What's going on? Where's Xander?"
Tara glowered at the new arrival, "Why do _you_ care? You tried to kill him!"
Anya flinched. "I made a mistake, okay? I still love him."
"Amy kidnapped him," Willow said curtly. She didn't have time for this. She paused for a moment, then pointed, "That way."
* * *
The doors to Angel's old mansion suddenly exploded inward, and two witches, a Slayer, and an ex-demon stalked in angrily.
"Welcome to my humble abode," Amy said languidly. She was unclothed, straddling an equally disrobed Xander. She gestured toward where she joined him and gasped, arching her back in pleasure as her spell took effect. She rose and prodded her crotch. Licking the sticky fluids from her fingers, she pressed her other hand across her belly and said absently, "I wonder if I'll get pregnant?"
Without preamble, Buffy launched herself at the nude witch, sword drawn back. With an almost absent-minded wave of her hand, Amy magically flung the Slayer into a wall. "Care to try again?"
Wordlessly, Tara and Willow flung curses at her... but Amy trumped Willow in experience and easily eclipsed Tara in sheer power, and her return barrage negated their attacks and flung them back. She smirked cruelly at the only Slayerette to remain standing, "And what do _you_ think you can do to me, hell bitch?"
Anya trembled and lowered her axe, letting it fall to the ground with a clatter.
Amy smirked down at them and squatted to look Willow in the eyes, "I'll have to thank Rack for that power boost." She stood and looked down at them, shaking her head, "Now, what to do with you...?"
"Let them go," a voice croaked from behind her.
She turned and smiled, "Well, Xander, you're awake."
"Let them go," he said, his voice stronger. "I'll do whatever you want... just let them go."
Amy walked over to him and looked him up and down, then said, "Service me."
He hesitated, then went to his knees, but she stopped him before he could begin and gestured for him to get to his feet. "You really mean it," she said, wonder in her voice as she stroked the side of his face with deceptive gentleness. "You'd really do anything I told you to if it meant sparing them. You love them that much."
He nodded.
"Well, then, let's see just how much you love them." She gestured, and Buffy's sword flew to her hand. She held it out to him, pommel first, and he took it.
Circling around him, Amy pressed herself up against his bare back and guided him toward where the four women lay defeated. "Pick one," she whispered in his ear. "Just pick one and run her through, and the rest of you all go free. I'll even join your little harem," she slid her front against his back seductively, "and let one of your pet witches there cast a binding spell on me. I'll be your slave. All you have to do is pick one and kill her."
"No," he said.
"No?" she turned and waved at Anya. "Not even the hell bitch who tried to kill you not so long ago? Who, by her own admission, tried to wipe your very existence away? Who wouldn't even fight to save you?" Anya looked away in shame.
She gestured to Buffy, "Or how about little Bitchy, who's always held that annoying little double standard in her so-called Calling?" Buffy winced at the accusation.
Xander's knuckles tightened around the sword handle, and Amy smiled victoriously and continued, "What about the redhead here, who broke your heart so many times, it's hard to keep track?" Willow's gaze dropped.
She finally pointed at Tara, "And of course, there's the bent little freak. She's a lesbian. You know she can't love you as much as you love her." Tara looked away.
And Xander gripped the sword ever tighter.
* * *
Author's Postscript:
One more part to go! I think.