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azraelz_angelThis is a really old piece that I just realized wasn't posted on LJ. So here we go :)
Artwork by KaylaShay. For more, go to Artistic Collections.
This kick ass, panty-combusting piece of artwork was done by the fabulous and wonderfully talented KaylaShay! Thanks hon, you rock my socks!!
TITLE: Blame it on that evil *bleeping* witch!
SUMMARY: Faith and Xander rescue a Winchester. How should he repay them?
SPOILER WARNING:
Post "Chosen" for Buffy
Pre-Supernatural Season 1 for Supernatural
RATING: FR21 – Slash and Het Sex
"A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend." - I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer and/or Angel the Series, they belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of Supernatural belong to Eric Kripke, The WB, The CW, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
Reviews are happily welcome :)
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kaylashay81 as a belated Get Well present. Hope you are feeling better hon! :)
Xander
Xander, when asked later, would swear a lot and blame it all on the alcohol and that evil fucking witch – no offense Willow. Because there was absolutely no way in his right mind that he would’ve had a threesome with Faith and another guy, even if the guy had a mouth that was made for sucking his cock. Yep, it was definitely not his fault that he’d done what he had. Not.his.fault.
They’d been investigating a string of murders that looked to be supernatural in nature. Willow thought a witch might be responsible. She’d been right, unfortunately, because it was an angry, pissed off witch, who’d gone running in the direction of the dark side. Sure, she had nothing on Willow in her ‘I’m going to end the world’ days, but she was still a problem.
He and Faith had arrived just in time to prevent her from sacrificing her latest victim. But Xander still half-heartedly wishes they’d arrived a few minutes later because then he would’ve never met Dean Winchester. Because then he would’ve been able to continue his life with one less life-altering experience, even if it was extremely hot and mind-blowing.
A little chanting, some stinky herb burning and the use of a crystal ball had effectively left Rachel Thompson nothing but a mere mortal. Her powers – the essence of her witchiness – were trapped in the crystal ball waiting to be dissolved by Willow. Willow’s binding spell in a bottle had done its job and Rachel would never be able to touch magic again. And with one anonymously placed call to the local authorities, Rachel Thompson was arrested to stand trial for the previous murders she’d committed. Threat effectively neutralized.
Which again made Xander wish that something had gone wrong - anything - because it would have altered the course of history and he wouldn’t have done anything.
Dean hadn’t shut up since his rescue. He swore up and down that he’d had it all under control, no need for the rescue, none at all. And he’d been very vocal in his disagreement about just leaving Rachel Thompson to the local authorities instead of putting a bullet in her skull and burning the remains.
The alcohol at the bar had only made matters worse. He’d started comparing hunting stories with Faith, going shot for shot with a Slayer and not quite understanding the consequences. And Xander, in an attempt to drown out Dean’s wild adventures had quite a collection of beer bottles lined up on the table when he’d finally had enough and shut Dean Winchester up. And he would tell anyone that asked, and quite a few that didn’t, that it was the fire in Faith’s eyes not the taste of Dean lingering on his lips that caused him to kiss Dean again. Never mind the fact that Dean had stopped talking after the first kiss.
Xander’s first time with a man wasn’t nearly as bad as he’d hoped it would be. If he was honest with himself he’d admit it was one of the hottest experiences of his life. Dean’s crappy motel room was two blocks from the dive bar they’d ended up in. It was a quick walk in the cool night air that didn’t clear the lust haze in Xander’s head as he’d hoped. He watched as Dean ambled along, one arm slung around Faith’s shoulders, and those lips brushing against Faith’s ear as he whispered something that made her laugh. He had plenty of opportunities to stop, to just stop his feet from moving forward, and to go back to the hotel room that he was sharing with Faith – two double beds, thank you. But each time the idea entered his mind Dean would look over at him, undressing him with a look, and letting those lips curve into a smirk that made Xander’s dick twitch inside his suddenly too tight jeans.
Xander knew – all too well – how Faith got after a fight. He’d gotten his virginity taken in an embarrassingly short amount of time that night and kicked out immediately afterwards for his trouble. The look in Faith’s eyes as she studied the two men was eerily familiar. But it only served to increase his heart rate rather than dampen his desires.
Dean
Faith shoved Xander back against the door the minute we were all inside. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth and she made sure there was no room for air between them. She’d been wired since the witch had been taken down. And she’d chosen this as her outlet, something he knew and understood. He dropped the keys on the table and draped his jacket over a chair. He approached them without hesitation because he hadn’t invited either of them back just to watch.
He pressed against Faith’s back, one hand creeping in-between them to grab one of her breasts. She broke her kiss with Xander and let her head fall back against his shoulder. He met Xander’s half-lidded stare as he lowered his mouth to Faith’s neck and bit down at the base. She moaned, loud and obscene, as her hands sought him out. He licked over the red marks, so close to breaking the skin, but not enough. She’d have a set of his teeth marks on her flesh in the morning. Dean kissed her hard, pulling her hair to get her head back at the odd angle, putting more strain on her neck then he would with anyone else, but knowing it was what she wanted - needed. Pain was a reminder that you were alive – it was a reminder of life. And he’d welcomed it tonight, although he’d be the last to admit it, because that fucking witch had almost ended him. But they saved his life and if they wanted this then he’d happily give it. It certainly wasn’t a hardship.
He let his free hand slowly trail down Xander’s chest, taking in the hard muscles carefully hidden under layers. Dean let his hand slide down further to cup the hard bulge in Xander’s jeans. Xander couldn’t contain the groan or unconscious thrust of his hips at Dean’s touch. Faith ended the kiss and looked back at Xander’s face. His eye was wild and dilated with lust. Faith chuckled, low and husky, and leaned forward to resume kissing Xander. She ground her hips forward against Xander’s, trapping Dean’s hand and pressing it harder against Xander’s erection.
Xander’s head fell back with a loud thunk against the door, exposing the tanned column of his throat. Dean moved Faith out of the way and focused his attention on Xander’s neck. He traced the length of it with his tongue, occasionally drawing lazy circles on his way up. He rubbed their jaws against one another, stubble scratching against stubble, burning both in the process. Faith kept in contact with both of them but let them have their moment. Dean knew that she wouldn’t wait very long before she demanded to be included again.
Dean brought his head back to meet Xander’s gaze and leaned in. The kiss was hot and wet, their tongues sliding against one another, lazy and unhurried. He could taste the beers Xander had been drinking earlier. He could taste Faith. And underlying it all was the taste of Xander. Xander knocked Dean’s hand out of the way, grabbed his hips and yanked Dean against him. They both groaned as their cocks pressed against one another, separated only by their jeans.
Faith broke the moment and pulled Dean off Xander by the back of his neck. She pushed him, none too gently, toward the bed. His legs hit the edge of the mattress, knees buckled and he abruptly and awkwardly sat down. She shrugged off her jacket, pulled her shirt over her head, and shot Xander a look before climbing onto the bed with Dean.
Dean didn’t get a chance to figure out what Xander was going to do because Faith’s tongue was in his mouth, and she was grinding down with him. He arched up into her, driving his hips up against her, getting harder at the sounds coming out of her mouth.
“You two are wearing way too much,” Xander’s voice was loud and startling in the silence of the room. Faith pulled away and rolled off him. Dean was greeted with the sight of a naked and aroused Xander. He watched as Xander slid his hand up and down his shaft, sliding his thumb over the wet and leaking head on each pass.
“Finally,” Faith muttered and tugged off her dirty boots and socks. She shimmed out of her pants and thongs in the blink of an eye. “Shirt and pants, now Dean,” she urged as she folded in half and tugged off his boots. “And socks, definitely no socks,” she added with a wink.
Dean yanked his shirt off and pulled his jeans and underwear carefully down over his erection. His socks were the last to go. His erection bobbed freely against his stomach as he moved.
“Condoms and lube?” Xander asked and Dean’s dick jumped against his stomach, leaving a wet trail behind.
“In the drawer,” he answered, turning over on hands and knees to get them. He didn’t make it because Xander grabbed his hips, pulling him back to the edge of the bed, and holding him in place. Dean froze as Xander pressed his erection against him, thrusting shallow against the crease. Xander reached down and around Dean’s hips to wrap a hand around Dean’s dick. He couldn’t help but thrust forward into that grip.
“A little help Faith,” Xander murmured and Dean looked over at Faith beside him. She had one hand buried between her thighs as she watched them. She rolled her eyes but moved over the bed to pull the condoms and lube out of the crappy nightstand drawer. “Thanks,” Xander softly added with a smile as she handed them over. He continued stroking Dean with one hand and thrusting against him. Dean could feel the air cooling on his ass over the wet trails that Xander’s leaking cock was leaving behind.
Faith slid down the bed in-between Dean’s hands and knees, earning a small grunt of approval from Xander. She reached up and kissed Dean, letting her tongue slide against his. Xander released his dick and Dean couldn’t help but groan in frustration at the loss. Faith gasped underneath him and Dean looked down to watch two of Xander’s fingers slide into Faith. Xander pumped in and out of her, his fingers coming out glistening with her juices only to be thrust back in.
“Oh fuck,” Dean gasped and reclaimed Faith’s mouth. She grabbed his head, hand sliding into his hair, trying to grab hold but not quite able. Her other grasped at his shoulder, sliding across the sheer layer of sweat on his back. Xander’s hand sped up below Dean, and Faith broke the kiss to cry out as she came, gasped out Xander's name, and shuddering underneath him. She raked her nails down his back, digging in and leaving bloody marks behind.
Dean felt Xander pull his hand out and wipe it off on the comforter beside his knee. Xander popped the top on the tube of lube and squeezed a dollop onto his fingers. Xander’s finger was cold when it traced between his ass cheeks and nudged at his hole. Dean pushed back as Xander pushed one finger in. He forced himself to relax, to make it as easy as possible for Xander’s finger to enter his body. Xander worked his finger in and out a few times, allowing Dean to get comfortable.
“Another,” Dean muttered and Xander quickly complied, adding another finger to his ass. Dean rocked back against Xander’s hand, forcing his fingers in deep. Dean was muttering gibberish, utter filth, as Xander scissored his fingers and stretched them apart to better prepare Dean. And then Xander grazed his prostate and Dean almost came from the feeling alone. “Right there, god Xander, again,” he rambled. Sweat dripped off Dean’s face, landing on Faith below him. Xander pulled his fingers out, added a little more lube, and pushed three back in. Dean groaned, tensing up at the thickness, before exhaling out his tension.
Faith’s strong, feminine hand circled around his erection and gave a quick tug, reminding him of her presence underneath him. He dipped his head down and latched his mouth onto one of her breasts. He circled the nipple with his tongue, sucking on it, gently pulling on it with his teeth. She arched up into his mouth, her free hand holding his head immobile by the grip on the back of his neck, and her other hand squeezing almost painfully on his dick. Xander’s fingers bumped into his prostate again and Dean jerked, precum dripping from his dick. He released Faith’s nipple with a wet pop.
“Stop Faith, just stop,” he pleaded with her as he pried her hand off. “Need to be inside you. Need Xander inside,” he muttered, trailing off as Xander rubbed repeatedly against his prostrate. He shuddered, almost cuming but holding off with everything he had. He wanted to be buried deep within Faith when he let go. He wanted her to cum, her walls tightening around his dick, milking his orgasm out of him. He didn’t want to cum all over the comforter like a teenager.
He strained to look back over his shoulder at Xander. The concentration on his face was almost too serious, too intense. Xander was staring at Dean’s ass, watching as his fingers disappeared into Dean’s ass. “Christ Xander, do it already,” he gasped. Xander flinched slightly as Dean’s words caught him off guard. Xander looked up Dean’s back and met his gaze. The lust and intensity in his gaze was maddening.
“You’re gonna be more bowlegged than before when I get done with you,” Xander told him, his voice deeper than before.
“Promises, pro—“ Dean started but Xander cut him off with a savage kiss. He bit Dean’s lip, drawing blood, and thrust his tongue into Dean’s mouth, owning it.
The crinkling rip of foil caught Dean’s ear. They broke their kiss as Faith handed Xander a condom. Xander took it and pulled his hand out of Dean. Dean moaned at the loss. He watched as Xander rolled the condom on with shaking hands. Xander met his gaze again and Dean nodded. Xander slid his lubed hand over his erection a few times before moving forward again.
“Wait, wait!” Faith cut in, “You two definitely aren’t doing this without me!” She ripped the foil on a second condom wrapper and carefully rolled it onto Dean’s penis, throwing a leering smile at both of them. “Okay, go ahead,” she muttered and pulled her knees up high against Dean’s waist. The movement had him sliding forward against her wet heat, and he thrust a few times in the slickness.
“Dean, just fuck her already,” Xander urged with a hint of desperation in his voice.
Dean wanted to mutter something witty but the words didn’t form. He positioned himself at Faith’s dripping entrance and pushed himself inside. She was tight, muscles flexing around him, as he slid in all the way with the first thrust. She rocked forward trying to drive him further in, but Xander grabbed her hips.
“I’m in charge this time. Lay back and enjoy the ride,” he informed her and then spread Dean’s ass cheeks. Dean couldn’t help but tense as he felt the blunt head of Xander’s cock pressing against him. He had that initial fleeting moment of panic as to whether it would fit, but it disappeared as Xander slowly – inch by inch – worked his way inside. It was slightly uncomfortable, leaving Dean feeling almost too full, unable to really move. Xander didn’t wait for him to get accustomed to his size, he just pulled out and thrust in again, hitting Dean’s prostate. Dean’s hips jerked forward into Faith and she moaned happily.
“Hold on,” Xander whispered in his ear before he began to really fuck Dean.
Dean rocked back and forth between fucking Faith and fucking himself on Xander’s cock. It took a moment for them to get the rhythm right, but when they did Dean knew that he wasn’t going to last long, not at all.
Faith was keening, head thrown back against the comforter, hair splayed out underneath her, and noises tumbling out of her mouth that didn’t sound entirely human. She slammed her hips up to meet Dean’s thrusts. Her knees helped guide her. Dean was pretty sure he would have bruises in the morning.
Xander held Dean’s hips tightly, just under Faith’s knees. His fingers sank into Dean’s body as Xander buried his dick in rapid thrusts in Dean’s ass. He was grunting and talking in a ragged voice about how tight Dean was, how Dean loved having his cock driving into him, how he wouldn’t be able to sit down tomorrow without thinking about Xander. Dean knew it was the truth. He’d be lucky if he didn’t spend the next day sleeping to recover from tonight.
Xander changed the angle of his thrusts and the head of his cock brushed against Dean’s prostate with every thrust. Dean could feel his balls tightening up and knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He shifted his weight onto one arm and reached down to rub Faith’s clit, wanting - needing - her to go before he did.
Faith came with Dean’s name on his lips. She contracted around him and he didn’t stand a chance. He was cuming, hard and long, in erratic thrusts into her. He ground his pelvis against hers, causing more contractions around his spent cock. He tightened the muscles in his ass, squeezing Xander like a warm glove. Xander fell forward; leaning against Dean’s back and sunk his teeth into the back of his neck. And then Xander came with a few hard thrusts and a muted scream against Dean’s neck.
Faith
Faith would deny that she cuddled. Ask anyone – she was a bad ass Slayer. She didn’t cuddle. She especially didn’t with Xander and a cocky bastard of a hunter named Dean. No, she’d have some elaborate explanation that involved vulgar language, possibly diagrams, and how they’d fucked the life out of one another and couldn’t help but collapse together. They were exhausted, obviously. So what if Dean had slept pressed against her back? His soft snores gently blew around the hair at the base of her neck, and his arm wrapped around her stomach, his hand clutching at her far hip as it rested against the mattress. And Xander had just been a convenient pillow – that was all. He was warm and his chest just happened to be pretty comfortable to rest her head against. It wasn’t her fault that her leg had managed to end up tossed over his in the middle of the night, pressing her center against his thigh. And it certainly wasn’t her fault that Xander held onto both her and Dean throughout the night and well into the late hours of the morning when they woke. Nope, definitely not her fault.
Faith would tell anyone that asked – and a few that didn’t – that Xander had initiated one of the hottest night of her life. She’d tell everyone that she and Xander had so saved Dean Winchester’s ass before he became yet another human sacrifice. That Dean was so gracious to be alive that he’d offered to show them a good time. And Faith never passed up on a good time, so why should Xander? And Dean had the filthiest mouth she’d ever heard, and being who she was that was saying something, and Xander’d had no choice but to shut him up the way he did. It wasn’t exactly her fault she’d liked it a little too much. And Faith would gladly admit that the whole thing was that evil fucking witch’s fault.
Artwork by KaylaShay. For more, go to Artistic Collections.
This kick ass, panty-combusting piece of artwork was done by the fabulous and wonderfully talented KaylaShay! Thanks hon, you rock my socks!!
TITLE: Blame it on that evil *bleeping* witch!
SUMMARY: Faith and Xander rescue a Winchester. How should he repay them?
SPOILER WARNING:
Post "Chosen" for Buffy
Pre-Supernatural Season 1 for Supernatural
RATING: FR21 – Slash and Het Sex
"A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend." - I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer and/or Angel the Series, they belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of Supernatural belong to Eric Kripke, The WB, The CW, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
Reviews are happily welcome :)
This is for
kaylashay81 as a belated Get Well present. Hope you are feeling better hon! :)Xander
Xander, when asked later, would swear a lot and blame it all on the alcohol and that evil fucking witch – no offense Willow. Because there was absolutely no way in his right mind that he would’ve had a threesome with Faith and another guy, even if the guy had a mouth that was made for sucking his cock. Yep, it was definitely not his fault that he’d done what he had. Not.his.fault.
They’d been investigating a string of murders that looked to be supernatural in nature. Willow thought a witch might be responsible. She’d been right, unfortunately, because it was an angry, pissed off witch, who’d gone running in the direction of the dark side. Sure, she had nothing on Willow in her ‘I’m going to end the world’ days, but she was still a problem.
He and Faith had arrived just in time to prevent her from sacrificing her latest victim. But Xander still half-heartedly wishes they’d arrived a few minutes later because then he would’ve never met Dean Winchester. Because then he would’ve been able to continue his life with one less life-altering experience, even if it was extremely hot and mind-blowing.
A little chanting, some stinky herb burning and the use of a crystal ball had effectively left Rachel Thompson nothing but a mere mortal. Her powers – the essence of her witchiness – were trapped in the crystal ball waiting to be dissolved by Willow. Willow’s binding spell in a bottle had done its job and Rachel would never be able to touch magic again. And with one anonymously placed call to the local authorities, Rachel Thompson was arrested to stand trial for the previous murders she’d committed. Threat effectively neutralized.
Which again made Xander wish that something had gone wrong - anything - because it would have altered the course of history and he wouldn’t have done anything.
Dean hadn’t shut up since his rescue. He swore up and down that he’d had it all under control, no need for the rescue, none at all. And he’d been very vocal in his disagreement about just leaving Rachel Thompson to the local authorities instead of putting a bullet in her skull and burning the remains.
The alcohol at the bar had only made matters worse. He’d started comparing hunting stories with Faith, going shot for shot with a Slayer and not quite understanding the consequences. And Xander, in an attempt to drown out Dean’s wild adventures had quite a collection of beer bottles lined up on the table when he’d finally had enough and shut Dean Winchester up. And he would tell anyone that asked, and quite a few that didn’t, that it was the fire in Faith’s eyes not the taste of Dean lingering on his lips that caused him to kiss Dean again. Never mind the fact that Dean had stopped talking after the first kiss.
Xander’s first time with a man wasn’t nearly as bad as he’d hoped it would be. If he was honest with himself he’d admit it was one of the hottest experiences of his life. Dean’s crappy motel room was two blocks from the dive bar they’d ended up in. It was a quick walk in the cool night air that didn’t clear the lust haze in Xander’s head as he’d hoped. He watched as Dean ambled along, one arm slung around Faith’s shoulders, and those lips brushing against Faith’s ear as he whispered something that made her laugh. He had plenty of opportunities to stop, to just stop his feet from moving forward, and to go back to the hotel room that he was sharing with Faith – two double beds, thank you. But each time the idea entered his mind Dean would look over at him, undressing him with a look, and letting those lips curve into a smirk that made Xander’s dick twitch inside his suddenly too tight jeans.
Xander knew – all too well – how Faith got after a fight. He’d gotten his virginity taken in an embarrassingly short amount of time that night and kicked out immediately afterwards for his trouble. The look in Faith’s eyes as she studied the two men was eerily familiar. But it only served to increase his heart rate rather than dampen his desires.
Dean
Faith shoved Xander back against the door the minute we were all inside. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth and she made sure there was no room for air between them. She’d been wired since the witch had been taken down. And she’d chosen this as her outlet, something he knew and understood. He dropped the keys on the table and draped his jacket over a chair. He approached them without hesitation because he hadn’t invited either of them back just to watch.
He pressed against Faith’s back, one hand creeping in-between them to grab one of her breasts. She broke her kiss with Xander and let her head fall back against his shoulder. He met Xander’s half-lidded stare as he lowered his mouth to Faith’s neck and bit down at the base. She moaned, loud and obscene, as her hands sought him out. He licked over the red marks, so close to breaking the skin, but not enough. She’d have a set of his teeth marks on her flesh in the morning. Dean kissed her hard, pulling her hair to get her head back at the odd angle, putting more strain on her neck then he would with anyone else, but knowing it was what she wanted - needed. Pain was a reminder that you were alive – it was a reminder of life. And he’d welcomed it tonight, although he’d be the last to admit it, because that fucking witch had almost ended him. But they saved his life and if they wanted this then he’d happily give it. It certainly wasn’t a hardship.
He let his free hand slowly trail down Xander’s chest, taking in the hard muscles carefully hidden under layers. Dean let his hand slide down further to cup the hard bulge in Xander’s jeans. Xander couldn’t contain the groan or unconscious thrust of his hips at Dean’s touch. Faith ended the kiss and looked back at Xander’s face. His eye was wild and dilated with lust. Faith chuckled, low and husky, and leaned forward to resume kissing Xander. She ground her hips forward against Xander’s, trapping Dean’s hand and pressing it harder against Xander’s erection.
Xander’s head fell back with a loud thunk against the door, exposing the tanned column of his throat. Dean moved Faith out of the way and focused his attention on Xander’s neck. He traced the length of it with his tongue, occasionally drawing lazy circles on his way up. He rubbed their jaws against one another, stubble scratching against stubble, burning both in the process. Faith kept in contact with both of them but let them have their moment. Dean knew that she wouldn’t wait very long before she demanded to be included again.
Dean brought his head back to meet Xander’s gaze and leaned in. The kiss was hot and wet, their tongues sliding against one another, lazy and unhurried. He could taste the beers Xander had been drinking earlier. He could taste Faith. And underlying it all was the taste of Xander. Xander knocked Dean’s hand out of the way, grabbed his hips and yanked Dean against him. They both groaned as their cocks pressed against one another, separated only by their jeans.
Faith broke the moment and pulled Dean off Xander by the back of his neck. She pushed him, none too gently, toward the bed. His legs hit the edge of the mattress, knees buckled and he abruptly and awkwardly sat down. She shrugged off her jacket, pulled her shirt over her head, and shot Xander a look before climbing onto the bed with Dean.
Dean didn’t get a chance to figure out what Xander was going to do because Faith’s tongue was in his mouth, and she was grinding down with him. He arched up into her, driving his hips up against her, getting harder at the sounds coming out of her mouth.
“You two are wearing way too much,” Xander’s voice was loud and startling in the silence of the room. Faith pulled away and rolled off him. Dean was greeted with the sight of a naked and aroused Xander. He watched as Xander slid his hand up and down his shaft, sliding his thumb over the wet and leaking head on each pass.
“Finally,” Faith muttered and tugged off her dirty boots and socks. She shimmed out of her pants and thongs in the blink of an eye. “Shirt and pants, now Dean,” she urged as she folded in half and tugged off his boots. “And socks, definitely no socks,” she added with a wink.
Dean yanked his shirt off and pulled his jeans and underwear carefully down over his erection. His socks were the last to go. His erection bobbed freely against his stomach as he moved.
“Condoms and lube?” Xander asked and Dean’s dick jumped against his stomach, leaving a wet trail behind.
“In the drawer,” he answered, turning over on hands and knees to get them. He didn’t make it because Xander grabbed his hips, pulling him back to the edge of the bed, and holding him in place. Dean froze as Xander pressed his erection against him, thrusting shallow against the crease. Xander reached down and around Dean’s hips to wrap a hand around Dean’s dick. He couldn’t help but thrust forward into that grip.
“A little help Faith,” Xander murmured and Dean looked over at Faith beside him. She had one hand buried between her thighs as she watched them. She rolled her eyes but moved over the bed to pull the condoms and lube out of the crappy nightstand drawer. “Thanks,” Xander softly added with a smile as she handed them over. He continued stroking Dean with one hand and thrusting against him. Dean could feel the air cooling on his ass over the wet trails that Xander’s leaking cock was leaving behind.
Faith slid down the bed in-between Dean’s hands and knees, earning a small grunt of approval from Xander. She reached up and kissed Dean, letting her tongue slide against his. Xander released his dick and Dean couldn’t help but groan in frustration at the loss. Faith gasped underneath him and Dean looked down to watch two of Xander’s fingers slide into Faith. Xander pumped in and out of her, his fingers coming out glistening with her juices only to be thrust back in.
“Oh fuck,” Dean gasped and reclaimed Faith’s mouth. She grabbed his head, hand sliding into his hair, trying to grab hold but not quite able. Her other grasped at his shoulder, sliding across the sheer layer of sweat on his back. Xander’s hand sped up below Dean, and Faith broke the kiss to cry out as she came, gasped out Xander's name, and shuddering underneath him. She raked her nails down his back, digging in and leaving bloody marks behind.
Dean felt Xander pull his hand out and wipe it off on the comforter beside his knee. Xander popped the top on the tube of lube and squeezed a dollop onto his fingers. Xander’s finger was cold when it traced between his ass cheeks and nudged at his hole. Dean pushed back as Xander pushed one finger in. He forced himself to relax, to make it as easy as possible for Xander’s finger to enter his body. Xander worked his finger in and out a few times, allowing Dean to get comfortable.
“Another,” Dean muttered and Xander quickly complied, adding another finger to his ass. Dean rocked back against Xander’s hand, forcing his fingers in deep. Dean was muttering gibberish, utter filth, as Xander scissored his fingers and stretched them apart to better prepare Dean. And then Xander grazed his prostate and Dean almost came from the feeling alone. “Right there, god Xander, again,” he rambled. Sweat dripped off Dean’s face, landing on Faith below him. Xander pulled his fingers out, added a little more lube, and pushed three back in. Dean groaned, tensing up at the thickness, before exhaling out his tension.
Faith’s strong, feminine hand circled around his erection and gave a quick tug, reminding him of her presence underneath him. He dipped his head down and latched his mouth onto one of her breasts. He circled the nipple with his tongue, sucking on it, gently pulling on it with his teeth. She arched up into his mouth, her free hand holding his head immobile by the grip on the back of his neck, and her other hand squeezing almost painfully on his dick. Xander’s fingers bumped into his prostate again and Dean jerked, precum dripping from his dick. He released Faith’s nipple with a wet pop.
“Stop Faith, just stop,” he pleaded with her as he pried her hand off. “Need to be inside you. Need Xander inside,” he muttered, trailing off as Xander rubbed repeatedly against his prostrate. He shuddered, almost cuming but holding off with everything he had. He wanted to be buried deep within Faith when he let go. He wanted her to cum, her walls tightening around his dick, milking his orgasm out of him. He didn’t want to cum all over the comforter like a teenager.
He strained to look back over his shoulder at Xander. The concentration on his face was almost too serious, too intense. Xander was staring at Dean’s ass, watching as his fingers disappeared into Dean’s ass. “Christ Xander, do it already,” he gasped. Xander flinched slightly as Dean’s words caught him off guard. Xander looked up Dean’s back and met his gaze. The lust and intensity in his gaze was maddening.
“You’re gonna be more bowlegged than before when I get done with you,” Xander told him, his voice deeper than before.
“Promises, pro—“ Dean started but Xander cut him off with a savage kiss. He bit Dean’s lip, drawing blood, and thrust his tongue into Dean’s mouth, owning it.
The crinkling rip of foil caught Dean’s ear. They broke their kiss as Faith handed Xander a condom. Xander took it and pulled his hand out of Dean. Dean moaned at the loss. He watched as Xander rolled the condom on with shaking hands. Xander met his gaze again and Dean nodded. Xander slid his lubed hand over his erection a few times before moving forward again.
“Wait, wait!” Faith cut in, “You two definitely aren’t doing this without me!” She ripped the foil on a second condom wrapper and carefully rolled it onto Dean’s penis, throwing a leering smile at both of them. “Okay, go ahead,” she muttered and pulled her knees up high against Dean’s waist. The movement had him sliding forward against her wet heat, and he thrust a few times in the slickness.
“Dean, just fuck her already,” Xander urged with a hint of desperation in his voice.
Dean wanted to mutter something witty but the words didn’t form. He positioned himself at Faith’s dripping entrance and pushed himself inside. She was tight, muscles flexing around him, as he slid in all the way with the first thrust. She rocked forward trying to drive him further in, but Xander grabbed her hips.
“I’m in charge this time. Lay back and enjoy the ride,” he informed her and then spread Dean’s ass cheeks. Dean couldn’t help but tense as he felt the blunt head of Xander’s cock pressing against him. He had that initial fleeting moment of panic as to whether it would fit, but it disappeared as Xander slowly – inch by inch – worked his way inside. It was slightly uncomfortable, leaving Dean feeling almost too full, unable to really move. Xander didn’t wait for him to get accustomed to his size, he just pulled out and thrust in again, hitting Dean’s prostate. Dean’s hips jerked forward into Faith and she moaned happily.
“Hold on,” Xander whispered in his ear before he began to really fuck Dean.
Dean rocked back and forth between fucking Faith and fucking himself on Xander’s cock. It took a moment for them to get the rhythm right, but when they did Dean knew that he wasn’t going to last long, not at all.
Faith was keening, head thrown back against the comforter, hair splayed out underneath her, and noises tumbling out of her mouth that didn’t sound entirely human. She slammed her hips up to meet Dean’s thrusts. Her knees helped guide her. Dean was pretty sure he would have bruises in the morning.
Xander held Dean’s hips tightly, just under Faith’s knees. His fingers sank into Dean’s body as Xander buried his dick in rapid thrusts in Dean’s ass. He was grunting and talking in a ragged voice about how tight Dean was, how Dean loved having his cock driving into him, how he wouldn’t be able to sit down tomorrow without thinking about Xander. Dean knew it was the truth. He’d be lucky if he didn’t spend the next day sleeping to recover from tonight.
Xander changed the angle of his thrusts and the head of his cock brushed against Dean’s prostate with every thrust. Dean could feel his balls tightening up and knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He shifted his weight onto one arm and reached down to rub Faith’s clit, wanting - needing - her to go before he did.
Faith came with Dean’s name on his lips. She contracted around him and he didn’t stand a chance. He was cuming, hard and long, in erratic thrusts into her. He ground his pelvis against hers, causing more contractions around his spent cock. He tightened the muscles in his ass, squeezing Xander like a warm glove. Xander fell forward; leaning against Dean’s back and sunk his teeth into the back of his neck. And then Xander came with a few hard thrusts and a muted scream against Dean’s neck.
Faith
Faith would deny that she cuddled. Ask anyone – she was a bad ass Slayer. She didn’t cuddle. She especially didn’t with Xander and a cocky bastard of a hunter named Dean. No, she’d have some elaborate explanation that involved vulgar language, possibly diagrams, and how they’d fucked the life out of one another and couldn’t help but collapse together. They were exhausted, obviously. So what if Dean had slept pressed against her back? His soft snores gently blew around the hair at the base of her neck, and his arm wrapped around her stomach, his hand clutching at her far hip as it rested against the mattress. And Xander had just been a convenient pillow – that was all. He was warm and his chest just happened to be pretty comfortable to rest her head against. It wasn’t her fault that her leg had managed to end up tossed over his in the middle of the night, pressing her center against his thigh. And it certainly wasn’t her fault that Xander held onto both her and Dean throughout the night and well into the late hours of the morning when they woke. Nope, definitely not her fault.
Faith would tell anyone that asked – and a few that didn’t – that Xander had initiated one of the hottest night of her life. She’d tell everyone that she and Xander had so saved Dean Winchester’s ass before he became yet another human sacrifice. That Dean was so gracious to be alive that he’d offered to show them a good time. And Faith never passed up on a good time, so why should Xander? And Dean had the filthiest mouth she’d ever heard, and being who she was that was saying something, and Xander’d had no choice but to shut him up the way he did. It wasn’t exactly her fault she’d liked it a little too much. And Faith would gladly admit that the whole thing was that evil fucking witch’s fault.
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Date: 2008-10-23 09:02 pm (UTC)O.M.G.
Warn a girl next time before you link her to something this hot!
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Date: 2008-10-28 03:39 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed it though :) Now I just gotta write that pesky sequel.