Title: What happens in Vegas… 2/3
Author: Katy Hart
Disclaimer: Not mine, no infringement intended, etc.
Warning: this story contains scenes of m/m and f/f sex, if this is not your thing, please don't read.

They all met up the next morning, quiet and shy around each other. Will and Buff decided to drag Xander out shopping. Giles was going to use the hotel’s tailor. They all agreed to meet again for lunch. Giles was looking forward to time alone in his room. But before he could leave the dining hall, he felt a tug on his arm. He turned to see Buffy.

“C’mon Watcher-mine, I’ll not have you wasting a perfectly good day inside. You’ll join us now, not later and no buts either,” she commanded, pointing a finger at him.

He grumbled under his breath, but was pulled along by Buffy. He barely recalled the neon monstrosities they’d encountered as they arrived in town and was in no hurry to explore, but if Buffy had any say, he was sure to encounter all the tourist attractions whether he wanted to or not. The daylight did nothing to lessen the tackiness of the Strip, but at least he didn’t have to deal with the neon.

Buffy and Willow had done some research on all the touristy type things they could do in Vegas. They were museums and shows and other assorted fun stuff. No one cared to see Hoover Dam and leaving the city was expensive. But there was plenty of entertainment to be had within its limits so they didn’t mind. First on the agenda was Elvis-A-Rama, a place Willow insisted on seeing.

“C’mon, it’s the King! How can you say no to the King?”

They all rolled their eyes, but went along. Oohhing and aahhhing over small trinkets that had no real significance to any but the truest Elvis fan.

“Really, who cares about Elvis Presley’s social security card,” Giles whined.

“Ah, c’mon, be a good sport. Will loves it though.”

She really was eeping and jumping around making Xander take pictures of her next to everything.

Next on the list was the Liberace Museum, because Buffy had read a trip to Vegas was not complete without it. When they walked in they were almost blinded by the overwhelming number of bejeweled items. There didn’t seem to be single thing that hadn’t been touched by at least one rhinestone. The piano in the entrance was covered everywhere except the keys. The costumes had rhinestones, the jewelry had rhinestones, and the rhinestones had rhinestones.

“Dear Lord, that’s bright. He should have been arrested for nearly blinding his audience,” Giles surmised as he blinked, trying to see.

“No, he should have been arrested for overuse of a Bedazzler,” quipped Buffy.

They left the place quickly and ventured further down the strip. They passed numerous churches, many of which were equipped with drive-thrus.

“It all seems so easy, just in, out and you’re married. Easy convenience for a life-long commitment. And if you decide hours later you’re not in love, not to worry there’s a drive thru divorce court next door,” Giles commented.

“Um, Giles, why do you think we came here? No blood tests, no waiting period,” Buffy pointed out. “Um, yes, it slipped my mind,” he replied, embarrassed.

Willow tried to convince them all to get married by an Elvis impersonator, but she was soundly outvoted.

Eventually they reached the city’s best comic book store, Alternate Reality Comics, and a used book store, Albion Books. Giles and Xander were both nearly overcome with desire. Willow and Buffy looked at each other, grabbed their man and shouted, “NO!”

“But, Will, Superman, Spiderman, all in one spot.”

“You can get them as cheaply from that store on the net. “

“Buffy, there could be a book we might need to defeat some demon or apocalypse.”

“We can send one of the American Watchers to scout it out. We did not come to Vegas to shop for books!”

Reluctantly they were pulled away so the women could venture to find the boutiques and make note of where to find dresses. They found a small reasonably priced shop for men and proceeded to find a tux for Xand. He was measured and prodded and told to come by tomorrow for a fitting. By the time they were done, it was almost time for dinner. They made their way back to the hotel.

Dinner was a quiet affair in one of the hotels many restaurants. They had all agreed it was time to experience the casino. They weren’t going to gamble too much. One hundred dollars each was their limit. If they lost it all, no more. The clangs and whistles and lights mixed with the steady hum of conversation. Waitresses in skimpy outfits wandered with trays of drinks.

Giles really wanted to be upstairs, reading, but he’d promised Buffy he’d try this. All of them were excited but he could sense a hint of magic coming from Willow. He pulled her aside and whispered in her ear.

“I wouldn’t try it. Not only do they have the best electronic spy equipment to catch cheaters, each casino has several beings who can detect magical influences on the game. I do believe the Council has trained many of them.”

Willow pouted but nodded. Buffy and Xander wandered off to try blackjack. Willow stuck with nickel slots. Giles decided to try his hand at poker. He’d been a fair player in his university years.

Xander looked at his cards: six showing, nine down. Dealer showed a two. "Hit me," he said. The dealer turned over his card. A king. Busted. He nodded to the nearby waitress who came over. “I want a Sex on the Beach.”

“Are you sure you want to be drinking and gambling Xand?” Buffy asked. She nodded for a card. Twenty-one. She raked in her chips and gave Xander a smug smile.

“I can hold my liquor, Buff, unlike some people I know,” he teased.

Buffy ignored the jibe and continued to play. Two hours and six Beaches later, Xander had lost all his money and was teetering on the edge of his seat. Buffy rushed to hold him up. He wasn’t completely wasted, but certainly was not holding his liquor well. She looked around, hoping she wouldn’t have to yell for Willow or Giles. Luckily Giles had stopped playing after winning quite handily and had wandered over to see how the others were faring.

“Giles, oh thank God! Xander’s had a little too much to drink and I don’t think I won enough to pay his tab,” Buffy said.

“Its okay love, I’ll take care of it.”

He paid the bill with his winnings and started to pull the young man off the casino floor.

“Giles, I am not drunk, just a little tipsy,” Xander slurred as he weaved to and fro.

“Hey! Is Xander okay?” Willow asked, coming towards them holding two buckets full of coins.

“He’ll be fine, just a bit too much to drink. I’ll get him to bed and we’ll see you in the morning,” Giles assured her.

Willow nodded and watched them head for the elevators. Giles leaned Xander against the wall once they got to their door and fished the keycard out of his pocket. Once inside, he led Xander to the bathroom, ready to undress him and get him into bed. Stripping Xander down to his briefs, Giles settled him on the bed, before seeing to himself. He was surprisingly tired after the long day they’d had.

Leaving on his t-shirt and boxers he climbed into the bed next to Xander. Thinking the young man asleep he turned off the light. Xander turned to face Giles, thank him for looking after him. As he did, his hands brushed over Giles’ chest. Sparks of electricity passed between them, Giles wanted to say something, but couldn’t. Before either of them could think, Xander reached up and kissed Giles. Giles didn’t react, but when Xander pulled back, he voiced concern.

“Xander, are you sure, you’ve been drinking….”

“Giles, please,” he responded, kissing him again.

His lips were soft, not as soft as any of the women he’d kissed, but still soft. He moved one of his hands to Giles’ face, cupping his cheek and moving them deeper into the kiss. Giles responded by pulling him closer, angling his head, using his tongue to coax Xander’s lips apart.

Xander opened for him as he swept his tongue in, tasting and exploring. He felt Xander’s hands at his back, running to the edge of the shirt, then under it. He pulled back and quickly took it off before plundering that mouth again. He explored Xander’s body, only now realizing he’d come to bed shirtless. He stroked and teased at nipples, causing him to groan.

Giles could really kiss. This was a heady feeling. But he didn’t want to stop. He ran his hands all over Giles’s back, feeling the scars, knowing who’d put them there, knowing he’d helped put a stop to them. He felt the waistband of the boxers and boldly dipped one hand in. Giles was big and hard. But Xander didn’t shy away as he stroked, causing him to moan.

Giles pushed Xander onto the bed, his mouth moving over the solidly built body. He licked and nibbled, traveling over taut stomach muscles. He traveled lower, pulling off briefs and revealing Xander’s hard straining cock. He tasted, making Xander arch his hips, urging Giles to take him all in. Instead he flipped the boy over, applying kisses to the broad back before him.

Xander wanted Giles to taste him, wanted to know how a man’s mouth felt on his cock. But he was left frustrated as Giles turned him over. Then he felt a pillow being pushed under his stomach and he wondered what Giles was doing. He heard the drawer of the nightstand open, the pop of a flip top lid being opened. Then he felt Giles’ fingers gently probing around his opening. He moaned and relaxed, allowing the penetration.

Giles marveled at Xander’s willingness and thrust his finger in and out slowly. Hips started moving in rhythm with Giles and he pushed a second finger in, opening him up. He wanted to make this enjoyable, knowing it was Xander’s first time. Then he slowly added a third, pumping the fingers faster, but stopping as he heard Xander plead for release.

Xander heard the familiar crinkle of foil and felt Giles press gently against him. He pushed upwards, feeling himself open for Giles. It was strange, but felt so good and with every push he felt himself get harder. When Giles finally stopped, Xander felt him lean over and place a kiss on his shoulder. He whispered something and Xander just nodded. He felt Giles slowly pull out and then push back in. Over and over, the strong hands anchoring themselves on his hips. Then he hit a spot and Xander let out a load moan.

Giles hit Xander’s prostate and heard him cry out. He kept that angle, feeling the boy tighten around him. He moved faster and faster, reaching around to take Xander’s cock in his hand. As they moved together, Giles no longer held back, and he felt Xander spurt over his hand, his muscles clenching harder. Giles went over with one more thrust.

Xander cried out as he came and then felt Giles thrust into him one last time before they both collapsed. It was a few moments before he felt Giles pull out slowly, making him feel empty. He heard him get out of bed to dispose of the condom before returning and spooning up behind him. They said nothing, just relaxed and soon drifted off to sleep.

“You think he’ll be okay?” Willow asked Buffy for the umpteenth time when they got to their room.

“Yes, Will, Giles will take care of him.”

“Okay, if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure. Now let’s get ready for bed.”

They each took a shower and changed, climbing under the covers. Buffy turned out the light and turned to her friend.

“Goodnight, Will.”

“Are you sure Xander will be okay, cause I’ve never seen him drunk before and with his family history, I worry and with the looks they were giving each other Xander might do something foolish and…”

Buffy did the only thing she knew how to stop a full on Willow babble. She kissed her. Will responded, the kiss becoming more passionate and there were no men to stop then this time. Buffy flowed with Willow, allowing her to take the lead. She moved from her lips to her neck, suckling on the marks left behind by the vampires she had faced.

Willow tugged at Buffy’s shirt, lifting it off. Her friend was beautiful, golden and thin, with perky breasts. So different from Tara who had been creamy pale with a lush full bosom. Willow’s mouth found Buffy’s breast and latched onto a nipple. Buffy tasted like honey and she writhed under Willow’s mouth. Even though making love with Xander was good, this was like coming home, a familiar feeling she didn’t want to let go of.

Buffy was also comparing the differences between the sexes. Giles was a little rougher, while Willow was tender, reverent. She spent more time coaxing sensations from her just by suckling. She wanted to make Willow feel what she was feeling, but was unsure of how to go about it. But first things first, removal of clothes.

Willow was taken aback when Buffy pushed her off and started to tug at her pajamas. So the Slayer wanted to play too? Ok, show her that this is good, not bad, just different. Buffy reached out to fondle Willow’s breast and she put her hand on top of Buffy’s guiding her, showing her the right pressure. She murmured words of encouragement, arching into the touch. Then she moved her hand to bring Buffy’s head down.

Buffy responded by echoing what Willow had done earlier. She licked at the small nipples in front of her, caressing them into hard buds. Willow responded with moans of approval. This wasn’t so hard to do and Buffy wondered why she hadn’t thought of trying it before. Lord knows there had been rumors a plenty about her and Willow in high school.

Willow took over again, pushing Buffy down onto the mattress. She wanted to taste her, bring her to orgasm. The redhead kissed her way down Buffy’s body, covering every inch of it with her mouth. When she got to the soft curls, she stopped, seeing if Buffy would object. When there was nothing, she continued, using her fingers to open up the hidden folds before her.

Buffy let her friend continue and gasped when she felt Willow’s tongue lick at her. Oh, that was good. No one, not even Giles had done this before. Willow’s tongue was hot and rough and she alternated between licking and sucking at Buffy’s clit. Buffy clutched at the sheets, wanting to close her legs, but the pleasure was too much and she went over.

Willow licked and sucked and finally took Buffy’s clit in her mouth, bringing the blond to orgasm. She tasted wonderful, tangy and sweet. She moved back up to kiss her, letting her recover. Buffy looked at her words not enough to express what she was feeling. Instead she just laid Willow back and prepared to do the same.

Willow opened her legs, encouraging her friend to continue. She wondered if she should give instruction when she felt the tongue tentatively lick at her. She arched her hips up, begging for more. Buffy gave a few more tentative licks, hitting her clit and causing her to moan.

Buffy was a little concerned at first. She wasn’t sure how to go about doing this. But after a few licks, she discovered it wasn’t that bad and grew more confident. She acted on instinct and listened to Willow, guided by her reactions as to what she liked. She continued and followed her friends lead, sucking on Willow’s clit to bring her to the peak.

After she moved back up and lay there next to her friend. They said nothing, just holding onto one another and snuggling close. Soon they were both asleep.

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