Another Taste
*BANG BANG BANG*
"Jeez, hold on! I'll be there in a minute!"
Who the heck could that be? Anya isn't supposed to arrive for our date for another hour...
Dripping wet and clad only in a navy terrycloth robe, Xander looked thru the peep-hole and was surprised to see Buffy standing in his hallway. He unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door.
"Buffy! What's going on?" He peered out into the corridor. "Are demons invading the apartment complex or something? Or are you just doing your best impression of a wrecking ball? I think you just about knocked my door out of it's frame, thank you very much."
Buffy just smiled, and looked Xander over appreciatively, biting her bottom lip and raising her eyebrows.
"Love the robe, Harris."
Wait a sec...am I seeing things, or did Buffy just check me out?
Xander blushed and adjusted his robe self-consciously.
Without waiting for an invitation, the blonde Slayer pushed past Xander into the apartment. She tossed her leather jacket onto the couch, and looked around.
"Huh. Nice place ya got here, Xander."
"Uh...yeah. I think that's pretty much what you told me the first time you saw my apartment. Hasn't changed a heck of a lot since last month." Xander shut the door and turned to face his visitor. "Buff, what's so important that you had to drag me out of the shower when you know I'm trying to get ready for Date Night?"
"Oh, right. Candles and sex with Tanya." Buffy rolled her eyes as she dawdled around the room, picking up knick-knacks and looking at the pictures on the wall.
"Anya," Xander corrected.
What is up with her lately? This whole "Return of the Psycho Coma Girl" thing has Buffy totally weirded out...
After turning off the water in his bathroom, Xander walked into the kitchen to stir the sauce simmering on the stovetop.
"Look, I know you and Will aren't too thrilled about my relationship with her 'cause of the whole ex-demon thing, but that's my business. Now, could you let me know what's going on? Is something wrong? If there isn't, well...I'm kinda busy right now."
Buffy smiled at him sweetly, batting her lashes in a parody of coquettishness. "What, can't a girl come and visit one of her bestest friends in the whole wide world without getting the third degree? I'm beginning to think you're not very happy to see me, Xander."
She joined him in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and watching him closely as he added some seasoning to the sauce.
"I...I'm sorry Buff. Friend-mode now activated, and I'm ready to listen. Did something happen with Riley?"
Buffy removed her little blue sweater, revealing a spaghetti-strapped top and
gulp
...no bra. Keeping his eyes averted, Xander tasted the sauce.
Did this kitchen suddenly get much, much smaller?
"Actually, yeah. I just had sex with the boy scout, which is a very accurate description considering the dude is hung like a fourth-grader."
At her words, Xander did a spit-take and spattered hot sauce down his chest and robe. "Buffy! That seriously violates the Too Much Information rule on how much you are supposed to divulge about your boyfriend!"
Grimacing from the mild burn, Xander nervously tried to dab up the spill, but was stopped as Buffy traced her finger in the sauce at the base of his neck and licked it.
"Yum. Mind if I have another taste?" Buffy's eyes were filled with unmistakable lust as she closed the distance between herself and the unsettled young man.
"WHOA! Back up, Buffy." Xander held his hands up and stepped back a few paces until he was against the wall. The Slayer stood between him and the exit.
"Did Willow cast another spell? Or were you drinking that bad beer again? 'Cause you are acting so completely non-Buffy-like. Nope, this is not normal Buffy-type behavior. Since you apparently have recently suffered a serious head trauma, let me refresh your memory. Buffy dates Riley. Xander dates Anya. Buffy and Xander are just friends. Remember?"
Buffy continued to advance on Xander, and the determined look on her face let him know she wasn't paying any attention to his words. She fingered the edge of the belt to his bathrobe, until he yanked it out of her hand. She giggled slyly, looking at Xander like he was the butt of a private joke.
I really don't like the sound of that laugh. She's not kidding around...what is going on here?
"No! No more touching of the robe, or anywhere near the proximity of the robe! The robe is definitely off limits to Buffy! Why don't you go sit in the living room, I'll put on a lot of clothing, and then we'll call Giles, and Willow, and Anya, and lots of other people, and invite them ALL over here so we can find out why you're acting like..."
...Faith...she's acting like Faith...
Xander stopped mid-sentence. There was an awkward silence as he considered that sudden insight.
Oh my god. She's acting like Faith. Evil, seduced-me-then-tried-to-kill-me-Faith. This is *so* the opposite of good.
Buffy tilted her head, and her eyes gleamed. She leaned against the counter. On the counter was a cutting board, and a very sharp knife that Xander had used earlier for chopping vegetables.
Not good...oh, please, don't let her...
"Care to finish that thought, Xan-Man?" Buffy casually reached over and picked up the knife, tracing her nail along the blade.
"Um. Acting like a crazy person. Not too crazy. Did I say crazy? I didn't mean it!" Buffy's eyes narrowed, and her lips curled up in a definitely unfriendly smile.
"Buffy, please put down the knife." Xander tried to inch his way past the Slayer, but she moved to block his exit.
"Xander, am I scaring you?" she asked in a mockingly sweet voice. The Slayer stepped closer, tracing the knife under her chin. She drew a tiny bead of blood at the tip, but she didn't flinch.
"Y-yes."
No use lying...I'm sure she can hear my heart pounding thru my chest...
The young man shuddered as the blonde girl reached for the bathrobe tie again. She lowered the knife between them, now pointing it toward Xander.
"Good." She slowly tugged the belt until it began to loosen. "Say my name, Xander." A deadly silence hung in the air before the young man responded.
"Buffy, don't do this." Xander tried to pull his robe tighter, but she moved the knife closer.
"I said, *say my name*, bitch." She chuckled softly as she moved the knife to the trembling young man's face with a deliberate slowness. Xander's eyes closed, and he tried to will himself out of the kitchen.
no no no don't say it don't say it
"Say it!" she hissed, her face closer, her voice barely audible.
she smells like smoke Buffy doesn't smoke
"Faith."
He gasped as she pushed up against him, unfastening the belt completely. Xander's robe fell open, exposing his wet, nude form.
no, no, not happening, please no, not with Buffy's face
"Oh, Xander, you surprise me. You're not as stupid as I thought you were," the Slayer whispered as she traced the knife down along his jaw.
Her other hand slid down his shaking chest, teasing his nipple. She nudged her knee between his legs, and started to rub against him. Xander quickly realized she wasn't wearing any panties under her short skirt.
Xander raised his arms and tried to push her away, but Faith pushed the blade against his neck, just hard enough to draw blood. He moaned, and forced himself to remain still.
"W-why are you doing this?"
Faith chuckled as she slid her hand farther down Xander's body.
"Because you're a lovely boy..." she murmured as she kissed his chin.
"...with a nice-sized cock..." Faith's nimble fingers fondled him as Xander let out a pained sigh.
stop don't do this don't want to stop don't stop
"...and because I can!" She shoved Xander harder against the wall, causing him to cry out, and claimed his lips in a rough, bruising kiss.
Faith expertly pumped Xander's cock as she plundered his mouth. He moaned against her forceful lips, his tongue evading her slippery attack. She was ruthless in her attentions, tugging him to hardness despite his terror. He tried to shift away from her touch. She growled, and squeezed her nails into his shaft, causing him to yelp.
Xander gathered his courage and pushed the Slayer away from him with all his strength.
"No!" Xander tried to dart past the Slayer and almost made it, but she tangled her hand in his robe, tripped his ankle, and forced him to the ground. He cracked his head against a cabinet door as he fell, bringing stars to his eyes. The youth groaned and struggled to stay conscious.
what is she
While he was stunned, Buffy...
No, it's Faith...Faith is here...how can this be?
...used the blue terrycloth belt to bind Xander's wrists tightly together.
Faith laughed as she straddled the terrified young man. Xander struggled against the impossibly strong woman and tried to hit her with his bound hands, but she backhanded him. Xander's teeth rattled from the blow, and he tasted blood in his mouth.
Faith picked up the knife again and held it in front of Xander's eye.
I can't believe Buffy's hurting me...no, not Buffy, Faith...just her face...why does it have to be HER face?
"Xander, Xander, Xander. I don't have a lot of time. Why do you have to make this so difficult? Let me make it easier for you. You will play nice. If you don't, I'll test how sharp this knife is, but not on you. No, I want your face to stay nice and pretty."
Buffy/Faith smiled as she caressed his cheek with the knife. He could smell the trace of onions on the blade.
Not Buffy Faith not Buffy not my friend
"I'll use this knife to carve up your little girlfriend. I'll make her uglier than she ever was as a demon, Xander. Understand? Hmmm?"
Anya! No, oh god, no! I almost forgot! She's supposed to be here soon!
"No, wait, don't..."
"Will you play nice with me, Xander?" purred Faith. She shifted her hips to rub herself against his cock, eliciting a sharp huff of breath.
"Please, I'll do whatever you want, don't hurt..."
not Buffy not Anya not happening
"Say it. Say you want to play nice with me."
The Slayer leaned forward, her breasts grazing his chest, as she forced his wrists over his head, and traced her flickering tongue down the side of his eyelid, his face, his neck...
Xander sighed, blinking back shameful tears as his body responded involuntarily to her touch.
"Yes, I want to...play nice. Just don't...don't..."
Faith cut off his pleas with another kiss. With her skirt hiked up, she rutted her hips, grinding herself against him, teasing him with her hot, moist curls. He sobbed when she sheathed herself on his hard cock.
not like this was never supposed to be like this oh Buffy I'm so sorry but you're so tight oh god I'm sorry
She slowly slid herself up and almost off his cock as she peeled off her top, revealing small ripe breasts. She plunged down again with a pleasured cry, clamping herself around Xander like a tight, velvety glove.
"You'll come only when I say, Xander," the Slayer demanded in a rough, throaty growl. "Only when I say...you know you want this." Xander grunted softly, fat tears running down his cheek, as she massaged her own breasts and rode him in strong, deliberate strides. "You've always wanted this."
ugh so tight so good but oh so wrong so bad oh god don't come please
Xander raised his tied hands, trying to ward off the sight of Buffy's lust contorted face as she bucked and moaned against him. The Slayer grabbed his hands, forcing his fingers into her wet, heated mouth as she sucked them with a hungry gasp. She nipped at his fingers with her sharp teeth.
Not wanting to believe what was happening, Xander turned his head away, his cheek against the cool tile. Trying to shut out the sounds of Faith's pleasure, he was transfixed by the crack between the oven and the cupboard. Spilled food and grime coated the floor of the narrow crevice, too tight for a broom or mop to enter.
dirty dirty never get clean dirty forever
Biting his lip to prevent himself from climaxing, Xander arched his neck, his body straining under the Slayer's vigorous assault.
She plummeted down on his cock, rougher and faster now, her sounds becoming guttural, animal. Xander could feel his cock weeping and rising up to accept its punishment as she slammed onto him with abandon. He ached for release, for an end to this madness. He cried out with every thrust, riding the tide of pleasure, afraid to anger her by coming too soon.
Finally, her body seized, and Faith /Buffy/ let out a sharp groan, snapping her hair like a bullwhip, a satisfied smirk on her lips.
"Now." Faith looked down at her prey with lush, cruel eyes as she continued to throb against him, chewing her lip as she stretched out her own climax.
yes, yes
With a loud, choking sob, Xander came, bucking beneath her as he erupted into the Slayer's tight nether lips. For a moment he couldn't breathe, overcome by a swirling miasma of pleasure, hatred, relief and shame. Her moans tapered off into a laugh as their final throes of passion faded. The blonde girl slumped against Xander as he panted, her hair sweeping across his red, tear-stained face.
I can smell your shampoo. I always loved the smell of your hair. How can I ever be this close to you again and not...oh god, please just let Faith kill me now.
The Slayer sat up, gripped Xander's damp hair, and pulled him in for a sloppy, demanding kiss, not caring that he made no attempt to kiss her back. Xander's cheeks burned as he jerked his face away, and she laughed.
"Aww, what's the matter, Xan-Man? Don't tell me you didn't think that was fun?"
"I did what you wanted. You got what you came for. Satisfied? Why don't you just leave now!" Xander glared at his rapist as he struggled to cover himself with the bathrobe again.
"Yeah, you're right. I've got a plane to catch, don't wanna be late." She stood up, fingered her wet sex, and touched the evidence of their union to her lips. "Mmmm...I'm so glad I came back for a second taste, Xander." She laughed and pulled on her shirt as Xander cowered on the floor.
Xander watched her as she sauntered back to the main room, straightening her hair and her skirt. She picked up his wallet off the table, and looked at him with a sly grin as she pulled out all of his money.
"You don't mind, do ya? Thanks, you're a pal, Xan." She blew him a kiss as she grabbed her jacket and opened the front door.
"Say hi to Tanya for me. Sorry I missed her." She left, slamming the door behind her.
Letting out a deep breath he hadn't been aware he was holding, Xander tried to push himself off the floor, but his muscles felt like noodles, and he nearly fell. His wrists slick with sweat, he freed himself from the knotted belt. Knees weak, Xander contented himself with crawling out of the kitchen. He got to the couch and managed to hoist himself up before stumbling into the bathroom.
He turned on the shower again. He entered, not caring that the curtain wasn't pulled back far enough and the spray covered the floor with water. Not caring that he still wore his robe. Not caring that the water was ice cold.
Have to clean up. Have to get ready. Anya will be here soon. I can't let her see me like this.
Xander let the cold water splash over him, washing away all the evidence, the icy needles anaesthetizing him so he could no longer feel her touch.
He turned off the shower, and looked at his watch on the basin.
Twenty til. Anya is coming. Have to clean up.
Like a robot, Xander swept a comb through his hair, and tossed his sopping wet bathrobe in the hamper. He pulled on the clothes he had lain out on his bed earlier that evening.
Anya bought me these clothes. She likes the way I look in this shirt.
He took a fresh towel from the linen closet, and used it to wipe up the kitchen floor. He picked up the knife and threw it in the trashcan. He stopped to stir the sauce again.
It's okay. I'm okay. Not ruined. I can do this.
He filled a large pot with water, and placed it on the stovetop to boil. He moved around the apartment, tidying things up, getting ready for Anya to arrive.
A knock on the door startled him, and he froze in his tracks.
I forgot to lock the door! She's come back! No, don't...
With effort, he pushed away his fear and made himself walk to the door. He peered out into the hallway, and was relieved to find only Anya. He opened the door.
"Hi, honey! Come in." Xander forced himself to smile.
She won't know. She won't find out. No one will ever know.
"Mmmm...something smells delicious. Must be you," cooed Anya as she embraced her boyfriend. He flinched. She pulled back, sensing the tension in the room.
"Xander, what's wrong? Are you alright?" she asked. Anya touched the swollen area on his face, her eyes questioning and confused.
"I'm...fine. Five by five."
The End
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