crossover with Anita Blake, Blade and Harry Potter

Anya/Deacon Frost, Buffy/Asher, Dawn/Draco, Willow/Jason

note: It really doesn't have any plot. I was just bored.

disclaimer : I own nothing

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"I'm bored."

"Me too."

Anya, Willow, Buffy and Dawn were sprawled in the Summers' lounge,

bored out of their minds. There were no baddies to fight, no

research to be done and most important of all, there was no male

around.

"Well," Anya started, "we could always track some guys. Orgasms are

always good for cheering up."

Willow raised an eyebrow. "Do you ever think about anything else

than sex?"

"Sometimes. But admit it would be fun. For my part, I've always

thought that sexy guy in Blade would probably be good in bed." She

heard several gasps. "Don't tell me you don't find Deacon Frost

sexy? Wouldn't you just love having him sucking on your neck? He is

one hell of a bad guy. I would have gladly participated in a

massacre with him." She sighed.

Buffy scrunched up her nose. "Eww! Anya, that's gross! I'd much

prefer a nice guy, thank you. Like that one in the books Willow told

me to read. Asher, that blond guy with blue eyes. Lurking in

shadows, silent. I'm sure there's passion hidden underneath it all.

He's the kind of guy I would just love to down to my bed, just to see

how long he'd last before losing control."

Silence. Dawn smirked. "You've given this a lot of thought, haven't

you? So, spill it, sis!"

"I don't know. I think I'd just kiss each scar just to make it all

better. And cool skin is definitely a plus, believe me. I'd love to

feel those cool hands soothing me, running over my body. And that

vamp endurance? I bet he would go on and on. I wouldn't complain.

Feeling him sliding inside of me for hours...and I can't believe I'm

telling you all this."

"Wow," Willow whispered.

"What do you mean `Wow'?" Dawn exclaimed. "I so didn't need to hear

my sister's sexual fantasy with a blonde Angel."

"Is that so?" Anya asked. "So, who or what is your guy, Dawn?"

"I don't like the brooding type. If I had to chose, I'd go with

Draco Malfoy."

"What?!" several voices exclaimed.

"I mean, he is sexy. He's like a little Spike. I love the accent

too. I bet he's the dominant type. The kind of guy who corner you

and just makes you tremble with a few words. I'd follow him

anywhere."

Dawn sighed and closed her eyes. "I'd lose myself in his grey eyes.

It probably wouldn't be very long before I beg him to just tear off

my clothes and take me. I wonder what it's like with a wizard?

Would he fill me up with magic as well? Feeling his power, both

light and dark, sweeping through me as he pushed inside of me. I bet

he'd know kinky spells. I'm sure he could do the trick like in

Dracula. You know, having sex while floating. I'd just love to lose

control and give him the power over me for just one night."

Buffy looked positively sick. "Scary visual place. Imagining my

little sister having sex with a wizard several feet over the bed."

"Like your better with mister cool hands and cock!"

Buffy squealed as Willow and Anya burst out, laughing. The slayer

turned toward the redhead. "And don't think we forgot about you,

Witch. So Will, what's your flavor?"

Willow blushed and mumbled something that looked like `Jason'. Now,

it was Buffy's time to laugh. "Damn, Will! You sure have a thing

for werewolf. Call of the wild?"

"Oh! Shut up!"

"Come on, Willow!" Dawn said. "What would you want the wolf do to

you?"

"I'd like him to be a bit more forceful than Oz. I can't help it, I

like it rough." The other girls gasped and Willow grinned

evilly. "Don't tell me you haven't figured it out by now, with

skanky vamp me visiting the Hellmouth."

She squirmed on her chair. "He's a big flirt, but I wouldn't tell

him no. He may be submissive to the vamps, but he's still a wolf.

He would have no trouble pinning me down. I'm sure he could put his

mouth to good use, too. God, feeling him lapping me up. Letting me

calm down just to start back again. Feeling him push inside of me,

over and over, feeling him spill inside of me as he gave up control.

After a wild round, I'd just want to cuddle and pet him, making him

growl in pleasure, maybe getting him `up' again."

"Willow!" Buffy exclaimed playfully. "I didn't know you had such a

dirty mind."

Anya sighed. "Well, I'm even less satisfied than ten minutes ago.

Now I'm all horny and there's no male around, not even Giles, Xander

or Spike."

The three mortals shuddered, not wanting to think one second about

the three other scoobies.

"If only it could happen for real," Dawn whispered. "Hey Will!

Think you're up for another `my will be done' spell?"

"No way! It would just backfire or give a nasty turn to my words."

Buffy frowned. "So do not want to make out with Spike again. And

Willow making wishes happen is of no good."

A mischievous look entered Willow's eyes and a silent message passed

between her, the slayer and the key. They all looked at each other

before turning toward Anya.

"What are you looking at me for?" Suddenly, she understood. "Oh

no! I'm a vengeance demon, not a matchmaker."

"Come on, Anya!" Dawn said, jumping up from her chair. "It'll be fun

and you'll have your orgasm with Deacon Frost." She smiled brightly.

The vengeance demon thought about it for a few seconds. "Okay,

okay." She snapped her fingers, the three mortals disappearing

instantly, getting inside their fantasies. "I hope D"Hoffryn never

hear of this," she muttered before disappearing herself.