Title: No Lies 7
Author: Robert Jackson
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Pairing/Characters: X/F
Rating: Pg-13 or higher
Summary: Faith finds Xander, Jonathon gets payback, and Buffy finds out about nerd love
Warnings: Sex, and almost Rape.
Notes: you can find most of my stories at
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He had taken off his shoes and put up his leather jacket, removed the few stakes he kept in a special holster on his belt, and had just removed his shoulder holster for his SIG-Sauer. He had gotten rid of the Desert Eagle. He just felt funny about it, so he picked up SIG-Sauer model P-229 as soon as he could. It was the best he could get right then and the agent part of his mind used them all the time. So he could live with it.
As he walked around, putting his weapons away and preparing to get some sleep, there came a knock at the door. He picked up his .40 pistol and walked to the door. The only person to ever come here was the Mayor and he wouldn't come this late - he believed in the eight hours of sleep every night. The pistol would be useless against most vamps, but then they needed an invite to get in. Sure ,he probably could take one in a fight, but why bother? And the pistol was big enough to scare off most other problems he might have.
As he opened the door, a scent hit it. Hers. And before the door was all the way open, a dark-haired body was already in the room. Dana had pushed into the room so he couldn't slam the door in her face.
She really needed to talk to Xander. Dana just stood and looked into his eyes. The same ones that were so warm to her just a few short months ago now were like looking into a dark blizzard. They held no warmth or happiness. Just cold. She had seen some demons with the same eyes, even some of the big predators had that look. It was a look that told you it didn't matter what you did, if you fuck with me, I will kill you.
"Dana," Xander said softly. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to explain," Dana said. "I so sorry about what happened, but it wasn't my fault."
"Uh, huh," Xander said. "What? That you threw my friendship in my face? Or that you got fucked and it wasn't as good as you thought it would be? Or that you lost your virginity to a sex demon? What wasn't your fault?"
"Xand," Dana began, tears in her eyes. Why was this so hard? She'd had the whole conversation planned out, now it was going wrong.
"No," Xander said, and there was a little tear in his voice. "I will not be used as a door mat. By anyone. I got enough of it here. I will not let it happen to me again."
"I..." Dana voice braking, becoming a hoarse whisper, "I love you."
"I don't care," Xander said, looking at her, his hands shacking.
"Please, give a chance to explain," Dana begged.
"Ok, explain." Xander turned and walked to his couch, where he sat still holding his pistol.
So Dana started. She explained what happened: the spell Linda had put on her and him, how it had happened, even how it was broken, with Marv.
Xander just looked at her. Then he laid back and covered his eyes, his shoulders started to shake, and a sniffing noise started from him.
"There, there," Dana began. She walked over to him placing a hand on his shoulders. "There's no need to cry, we can get through this."
Xander sat back, and she could se there were tears in his eyes. But not the tears she thought. He was laughing.
"You think I didn't know about the spell?" Xander gasped in between laughs. "I've been around magic for a long time. I have seen it work in big and small things. I knew about the god-damned spell."
"What? Then why?" Dana said back like she was slapped. "Why didn't you stop me? You could have stopped me!"
"I tried," Xander said, the tears drying in his eyes. "I told you something was off, and what did you do? You told me to get a life and let you alone, you knew what you were doing. That I wasn't your friend if I told you Marv was evil or bad. You were too horny to even think around him.
"That's why I left. You showed me how important I was to you; that I was just there to be your yes-man. Just like I had to be with Buffy when she went on and on about Angel. The only person that is my true friend was and is Willow. And that's why I am here. I was offered a home in Texas, there is a clan of my people there."
"Your people?" Dana asked.
"Dana," Xander said. "I have been changed, I am not human anymore."
Across town
Buffy was walking happily on her way to see Angel when Jonathan came running toward her.
"Buffy, you've got to help me!" he yelled as he got to her. The yells that were following him getting closer and closer.
Buffy just looked at the small guy, and couldn't understand why hadn't she noticed how handsome he was before this?
Then she could see girls starting to turn the corner and head her way. They were after her John. She needed to protect him, so she could have him to herself.
Looking around, she saw a low fire escape ladder; thank god for Slayer sight. Before the girls were close enough to see them, she grabbed the young nerd and threw him up on the ladder, then jumped to follow him up the side of the building.
Jonathan climbed as fast as he could. He couldn't help a feeling that he was still in trouble, if he could only figure out what had happened. Only Faith was supposed to be in love with him, not every female he came across.
Then it hit him. He looked back at Buffy, and she was staring at his ass. Below her, the sound of the girls from the Bronze could be heard, and behind them the sounds of the guys that were there as well.
But the guys just wanted to pound the little geek for messing with their girl friends.
Once on the roof, Jonathan looked around; he needed to get away, to find out what was happing to everyone and why they were picking on him. But he couldn't see a door or even a hatch. It was just more and more empty roof all around him. Then he felt something - a hand on his shoulder.
"Buffy," Jonathan said, "we needed to get out of here."
Just as he finished, he was pulled back and around into the hottest, wettest kiss of his life. Only it was Buffy kissing him. He fought to pull away, but she was just too strong.
"Buffy you don't want to do this." Jonathan pleaded, once she came up for air.
"Yes, I do, hot stuff. Why I haven't noticed you before is beyond me. But now I have you. And I'm not letting you get away."
With that, Buffy pushed Jonathan down and straddled him. She leaned down and started to kiss him again. He fought back, but there was no fighting back. Buffy NEVER took no as an answer and no matter what else, Jonathan was only a teenage boy.
Whatever else happened between them on the roof, I won't say.
But as long as the spell was working, a good time was had by all.
"I don't care," Dana said, looking Xander right in the eyes. "I love you!"
Xander just looked at her as she moved to couch beside him.
"So you love me?" Xander said. "So what? All it took was nice package and you turned on me in a second. I don't know if I want to have a friend like you."
"That wasn't me!" Dana was at her wits' end. It wasn't supposed to go like this; he was to forgive her. "Marv did something to me. The spell that Linda cast left an opening or something."
Dana paused, running her hand through her hair with frustration. "I love you, Xand. That's all that matters, and I am yours."
She looked Xander up and down very closely. She could see the faint out lines of lipstick from the kisses those women had given him, and that kicked something loose in her head - that little bit of darkness all slayers have. This guy was hers and someone else was messing with him. She needed to claim him back for herself, but she didn't know how exactly to do it.
But she was going to do something.
"Xander you're mine," Dana said leaning in to kiss him. The kiss slowly grew, and she felt more than heard his pistol fall to the floor as his arms came up around her. Pulling him to her, she opened her mouth a little, then a little more and slid her tongue out to slowly push against his lips, parting them, then past his teeth and tasting his tongue. The tongue that a moment later slowly started to dance around hers. A moan came from deep in his chest, followed fast by one from hers.
She had started it, but he was still just holding her, his arms on her shoulders.
For the next step, she moved a hand up to his hand and pulled it down, holding on to the back side of the hand she moved it over her breast, letting his hand cup her. He stopped kissing and pulled back to look at her. With a nod of her head, she started to kiss him again. This time, she let her hands start to run across his chest, feeling the muscles under his shirts. When she got to the buttons there, she started to undo them, one at a time, 'til his shirt hung open and then she moved both hands under it.
God, Dana thought as she rubbed her hands across his chest. Then she noticed while she had been taking Xander's shirt off, he had been pulling hers up, and had her bra clad breast exposed.
(Author note: Stopping here, since I'm not very good at writing out sex scenes, so I will leave it up to your imaginations what happened next.)
The next morning, Buffy awoke feeling warm, with the sun shining down on her on the roof top. She was cuddled up against something soft, her head on a shoulder of a guy.
Angel? She thought to herself.
Then she came more and more awake as she started to remember last night.
Jonathan, begging and trying to crawl away and her dragging him back, over and over again.
It had to be a dream, and not a nice dream at that.
She slowly looked up the figure laying next to her, until she looked on its face.
It was Jonathan.
People for the next three blocks heard her scream, but this being Sunnydale, no one even looked in her direction.
Later at School
Everyone was in the Library when Buffy Stormed in.
"I'LL KILL THAT SON OF A BITCH!" She was screaming, and she had Jonathan by the arm, dragging him around like a little doll, which would have been funny if not the look of terror on his face.
"Buffy," Giles said, while looking around the place to make sure it was empty of students, "this is a library. Please keep your voice down."
Not many came to the library, since most people could unconsciously feel the Hellmouth and would avoid the place, without even knowing why.
But then again, some would be attracted to the place.
"Xander cast a spell on me last night!" Buffy told the group, her anger still there, but the voice was lower.
"What kind of spell?" Giles said, pulling out his note book. If Xander was back and using magic, they would need to keep a record of it, to help fight him if need be.
"Never mind what kind of spell! First, he leaves me naked in the boy's locker room, now this. I will kill him!" Buffy was ranting and Jonathan, who had yet to say anything, was being flung about every time Buffy moved her hand.
Just then, Faith walked in with a limp. She looked tired and worn out, as well as a little sore.
"What's up guys?" She really didn't need to come to classes. Sure, her cover was that she was that of a dropout, but she had gotten her GED before starting here. And there were and will always be classes for more assignments. Before long, she would be well educated.
"Faith," Buffy yelled, still dragging Jonathan around, "what did Xander do last night? Did you lose him are something?"
"Nope," Dana said looking at the blonde psycho before her. "He just got in his car, drove off to a diner, and ate some food. Got tired of watching the guy eat and left."
She didn't know exactly why she lied to the group, but she knew that she didn't want to share Xander with them, and with Buffy acting the way she was right then, Dana was definitely not going to tell them.
"Then he could have cast the spell on me!"
Buffy was convinced that he was after her. Why she didn't know, since she had never done anything to him, and for the next hour told every one that she hadn't don't just that, in every way possible.
"You ok, Johnny?" Dana asked. She liked the guy, and he was acting off right then, kind of wide eyed and jerky. Every so often, he would pull on Buffy's hand, only to have her grip it harder.
Finally, Buffy looked at him.
"Tell NO one!" Buffy hissed through clenched teeth. "You do and you die!"
"Ok," Jonathan agreed in a small voice. "Tell no one."
Then he walked away, with a slight blow legged walk. He never wanted to think about sex again. At east for a while. He didn't know for sure, but she might have damaged him last night and he just wanted some ice and a chance to sleep.
Not that he had a real problem with what happened. Hey, he was a guy and Buffy was good looking, but that was the difference between fantasy and reality.
And with Faith being a Slayer, too, now he just wanted a normal girl. Someone without super powers. Maybe Amy would want to go out some times, after he healed up.
As he walked into the hall way he could feel eyes on him. The spell had worn off, but the people still remembered him, the girls with a little disgust over throwing themselves at him, and the guys with anger about him trying to take the girls from them.
He just knew his life would be hell from now on.
The Mayor's Office
Xander was on his knees screaming.
An energy beam coming from Wilkins' hand was hitting Xander in the chest.
"You had sex last night. I told you that you were too young to be doing that," Wilkins said. He was calm, and had a little smile on his face. "There is no telling what kind of germs that you could have gotten from that."
"Sir," Xander gasped, "no germs, nothing! She is human!"
"What does that got to do with anything?" Wilkins paused, the beam weakening.
"I am Volk," Xander gasping. "Cant get humans pregnant, or anything like that. We're different species."
"Well," Wilkins dropped his hand and the beam stopped. "Why did you have sex with her?"
"Bringing her over, sir," Xander collapsed on the ground. "I knew her in Boston. She's in love with me... I can use that to bring her over. She will be a powerful ally."
"I don't know." The Mayor sat down, looking at the prone boy. "You still disobeyed me. You need to be punished."
"Yes, Sir, I understand," Xander said as he sat there.
It's for Wills, it's was for Wills. Keeping that thought in his mind, he could feel the Mayor moving around in his head, stumbling across those thoughts.
"Well, I have the perfect punishment." The Mayor had an almost evil smile on his face, "High school. I need you to go back. You'll start back in the morning."
Dana had just about run from the school after hearing what Buffy had planned for Xander.
Buffy was convinced that Xander was behind the spell last night, what ever it was, but she knew he wasn't, since he was with her all night and couldn't have cast it.
It took Willow talking to Buffy for a hour to convince her that Xander couldn't have done the spell. After all, he was normal and had no powers.
At that, Oz looked like he was going to say something, but then he sidled back into the quiet manner he normally had. But there was a look in his eyes that he wanted to say something, but didn't know exactly how to do it.
Oz didn't know how to tell what he knew. He was well aware of how much Xander meant to his girlfriend, and how can you say, 'Hey your friend's a monster,' with out hurting her.
And so far, he hadn't really hurt anyone. Well, other than Buffy's pride, and that needed a few more knocks.
And what Xander told him while he held him in the cage was what any brother would say to a sister's boyfriend. He had not been mean or upset about. Just the facts, and he wouldn't even have shifted if Oz's own beast had not came up.
So he could sit back and watch. For now. And also try to figure out why both Faith and Buffy smelt of sex.
Dana hit the streets, going to the drop point for today to make her report.
She stopped at The Mail Store, one of those places that rent out boxes for your mail and you can mail packages from. Checking her box there (she had one there under Helen Tribley) she saw the only thing in it was a small box, with a Cell phone in it.
Checking the numbers on the speed dial, there was one number programmed in already. She took the phone out to the park, finding a nice quite place, then dialed the number.
"Report," a distorted voice said.
"Made contact with Harris," she said. She could hear breath from across the phone lines becoming hoarser. "It's unknown who he works for but he seems to be in with someone."
"You were told to stay away from the punk," the Voice said. "Now do as your told. He is classified as an enemy agent. You are not there for that kind of work, you are only there to observe."
Punk? Dana thought. Daddy?
She now knew it was her dad she was reporting to.
And if that was true, with him not liking Xander, would he compromise a mission just because he disliked someone?