Title: What happens in Vegas… 3/3
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.

Xander awoke to find himself sprawled across the bed, Giles nowhere in sight. He could still feel the effects of what happened last night, physically and emotionally. He moved and the dull ache that was his hangover made itself known.. He moaned and vowed never to drink again, something he would most likely forget.

Crawling out of bed, he headed for the shower. The room smelled of Giles’ cologne, he didn’t know the name of it, but it always reminded Xander of him. He wondered if the older man had regrets about what happened. He certainly didn’t, in fact his feelings were even greater than before. He loved Willow with all his heart, but he wondered if he could love Giles too. There was room for all. But he would not tell Willow; he hated the idea of keeping secrets from her, but it was probably for the best. Tonight he would sleep in one of the chairs in the living area. No more chances on being tempted again just by being close to Giles.

Xander showered and felt better, even more so after making coffee and drinking half the pot. He had a fitting for the tux in an hour, but after that the day was his, no plans except for dinner with the gang, an occasion that was bound to be awkward, but he’d deal.

After the fitting he headed out to the comic store they’d seen yesterday. He’d left all his money in the room safe, credit cards too, so wouldn’t be tempted to buy anything. He’d just look and drool. It took all his strength not to faint as he walked in and gaped. Shelf upon shelf filled with comics of every shape, size and color. He could spend a lot of money here.

Having spent several hours browsing, drooling talking with other customers and debating Batman versus Superman with the owner, he felt the familiar pangs of hunger. So he left to enjoy more of the hotels all you can eat buffet. As he entered the dining room, who should he run into but Buffy.

Buffy had woken up to an empty bed, the pillow next to her smelling of Willow. She blushed a little at the memory of what happened but was not ashamed it had. They loved each other, yes as friends, but if they couldn’t share this, what would they do? She loved Giles and wanted to be with him always, but why not let Willow and Xander join them, they could all be happy together. She showered, changed and drank coffee with way too much sugar in it. She’d planned on visiting a few of the boutiques they’d spotted yesterday. She had her eye on a couple of dresses and was not above using bargaining tactics learnt from Cordelia.

In the second shop she found the perfect one. It was cream colored, strapless with a scoop neckline. Perfect for showing off her ‘assets’ so to speak. And it had been marked down. After some spirited haggling, she got it for even less and the shoes to match. She’d have to tell Will about this place, if they ran into each other. Her stomach growled reminding her it was time for lunch. She headed back to the hotel with her loot. As she found herself in the dining hall, she ran into Xander.

“Xand! Afternoon. What have you been up to?”

“Just mentally spending thousands of dollars.”

Buffy looked confused.

“I was browsing the comic store. I see you found something, dress perhaps?”

“With matching shoes. Let’s sit together. How’s the head?”

“Better, um Giles took care of me.”

Buffy could sense there was something more to that statement but let it be. They gathered food, Xander twice as much as her, and sat down next to each other. As she watched him eat, she wondered where he put it all. When they finished they just sat there, enjoying each other’s company.

“So, are you ever gonna drink like that again?” Buffy chided.

“Not anytime soon, cause well the effects were weird, Giles and I....”

“You and Giles what? Xander, what happened? You can tell me. I’ll hurt him if he did anything to you.”

“No, nothing like that Buff. It’s just…GilesandIhadsex,” the last part came out as one word.

Buffy wanted to feel shocked, but somehow wasn’t. Not after Willow had pointed out the awkwardness and looks between them.

“Oh. Well, if it helps, I had sex with Will.”

Xander immediately had the image in his head of the two of them and desire flooded through him.

“So you don’t think he took advantage of me? You don’t hate us?”

“No, you weren’t *that* drunk, Xander. You could have said no. And Will pointed out that you two were kind of looking and stuff that night. I know Giles has slept with guys before. Remember Eyghon? I read about the rituals, lots of sex involved and there was only one woman in that group.”

Xander sighed in relief. “I guess it’s cool that you and Will, well I remember how into the kiss you were. Thanks, Buff.”

He leaned in to kiss her cheek but she moved her head and he landed on her lips instead. She returned it without thinking. It had all of the passion of their first kiss, back in England. But this time, Giles wasn’t there to interrupt. Xander almost pulled her off the chair and into his lap, but a sliver of rational thought reminded him they were in the middle of the dining hall.

“Buffy, public, very public place,” he said, breaking off the kiss.

“My room, Will’s gone and I have our key.”

Xander just nodded as he got up to help her with her packages. They made their way to the elevator. They were the only ones in the car and used the trip to continue kissing. Buffy was glad the room was close as she swiped her card and they stumbled into the room. Moving quickly towards the bed, they shed clothes along the way. By the time they got there, Buffy was naked and Xander was wearing only briefs. He gazed at her body, memorizing every inch.

Buffy played her fingers over his chest, traced the scar left there. She sat down and lay back on the bed; he crawled up to kiss her, his erection pressed against her thigh. She wiggled making him groan. He’d wanted to savor this moment, but his libido was quickly taking over. He played his hands over her center, slipped a finger inside. She was hot and wet and groaned as he moved it inside her. She wanted him, here, now. She fumbled for the nightstand she tried to open the drawer.

Xander followed her lead and pulled out the condoms. Quickly he shed his briefs, rolled on one and nudged her thighs open. He pushed in slowly and could feel her open for him. He was wider and longer and oh god it was wonderful. Then he was in and he kissed her before he started to move slowly, drawing out every stroke. She arched her hips, moving with him. It’s everything he’d dreamt of since he first met her. He has her and it didn’t feel like betrayal, it felt right.

The desire built up and he moved faster. She wrapped her legs around him, pulled him closer. He thrusts and she moves up to meet him. He puts a hand under her, changing the angle. She could feel the orgasm building and whispered a plea for more and he answered, with a twist of his hips just so, sending her over the edge. When she falls, he lost all control and thrusting once more, went with her.

When they return to the world, he realized he was heavy and moved quietly, there are no words for what happened here. She gave a small mewl of disappointment as he slipped out and disposed of the condom. He returned and they lay there, saying nothing. They both feel a little guilt, but not much. They know instinctively this will be kept between them, but there is no regret and they fall into slumber.

Giles awoke early, spooned against Xander. He knew that he hadn’t taken advantage, but somehow it wasn’t enough. He disentangled himself, careful not to wake the young man. He got showered and dressed quickly, splashing on his cologne. Buffy had said this scent was her favorite; it reminded her of high school and him in tweed. He wandered down for breakfast, the tea doing nothing to soothe his guilt. What had happened was special but not something to be talked about. He would use the cool British reserve he’d relied on so often to make it through the day and be able to face Buffy should he run into her. He loved her with all his heart, but wondered if there was room for Xander as well, perhaps Willow even. How could he address this issue with all of them without revealing his betrayal?

After eating, he made his way to the bookstore Buffy had stopped him from going into yesterday. The smell of old books hit him as he walked in and he was reminded of the speech he had given Jenny regarding knowledge. This was that exact smell, musty and familiar. As head of the council, he had discretionary funds at his disposal. Scanning the shelves, he knew this was a time to put that money to good use. He spent the morning browsing, having an enjoyable conversation with the shopkeeper and he bought several books that would be shipped to the Council right away. He decided to have lunch at a little café near the hotel. He’d only just sat down when he spied Willow.

Will had been awake before Buffy. She’d enjoyed their night together and wondered if Buffy might be persuaded to do it again sometime. After having four lovers, two of each sex, she decided that labels didn’t matter, love did. And she had room in her heart for both Xander and Buffy. She wondered a little where that left Giles, but pushed that aside as she went in search of a dress.

Walking into one of the smaller shops she pushed past lots of them that weren’t right. There were several pretty ones in green, but that reminded her too much of Homecoming and the fluke. Then as she got to the very back of the store, there it was. A perfect shade of cream to complement her skin and hair. It had full sleeves and a modest neckline; it would show just enough cleavage. She bought it without thinking about the price. Another shop produced the perfect shoes to go with the dress. It was then she realized it was time for lunch. She’d spotted a café not far from the hotel and went there. She was surprised to see Giles. He waved for her to join him.

“It looks like you’ve been successful,” he commented, pointing to her bags.

“Yeah it’s beautiful, the dress of my dreams. Is Xander okay? I was worried about him.”

“Oh, he’s fine; nothing a lot of coffee won’t cure.”

Willow noticed how overeager Giles sounded, how quickly he’d answered.

“Yeah, I’m sure he’ll be more careful the next time he wants alcohol, maybe he’ll stick to beer.”

“Indeed, especially if having cocktails produces that result.” He’d said too much.

“Giles….what happened? Did Xander get hurt? I may not be evil anymore, but I do have powerful magic.”

“Dear Lord, it wasn’t anything, really. Um, I mean, it’s er...rather embarrassing actually and I’m not entirely sure….”

“Spit it out, Giles.”

“I had sex with Xander.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, well he did kiss me first.”

“Oh, well then, I mean, I did see the looks you were giving each other so….and if he did start it. And well I kinda sorta might have had sex with Buffy.”

Giles nearly sprayed his tea all over the table. He didn’t know what to say, although the images playing in his head were quite vivid. He remembered Willow’s kiss, the taste of magic on her. She wielded a tremendous amount of power now; he wondered how it might affect sex, especially with another magical person such as himself. Before he could think about it, he was leaning over and kissing her.

She was a little abashed that she’d confessed to sex with Buffy. And the thought of Giles and Xander together made her wet. Then she saw Giles with an equally excited expression and wondered what he would say next. But there was no conversation, just lips upon lips.

They could taste the magic. Willow’s was sparkling, bubbly like the finest champagne; Giles’ was seasoned and rich like brandy. The passion between them soon rose and Giles broke away before the power overwhelmed them both.

“Shall we continue this in my room? Xander is likely gone for the day and I have the key.”

Willow just nodded as he picked up her bags and they walked quickly to the hotel. They were quiet, impatiently waiting until they were completely alone to act on the impulses raging within them. They were barely through the door when they attacked one another. Clothes came off quickly, tossed to the side and forgotten. There was no time for drawn out foreplay, the passion was too strong. Giles marveled at Willow’s paleness; her hair a dark contrast against the porcelain of her skin. Willow gazed at the wonder of Giles’ body; still muscular and yet retaining the scars of battle.

He caressed her body, finding the places that caused her to moan for more. She fondled him, making him harder, pulsing in her hand. His libido wanted him to take her, here, now, but the condoms were in the bedroom. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, setting her down before reaching for the nightstand.

Magic mixed with passion as she let him control the situation. She’d been afraid to let it loose, but with Giles she knew it was different. He worshipped her body with his hands; she memorized his shape with her fingers. She could feel his desire pressing against her thigh, and she moved, encouraging him.

He rolled on a condom and settled between her legs, pushing into her slowly. She was tight and wet and with their magic intermingling he wondered how long he can hold out. Slowly she arched into him, with a loose reign on the power within her. She’d never thought she’d be doing this, but couldn’t find it within her self to stop.

Giles was different from Xander, but he moved in ways that are drove her wild. Must be the years of experience or it could be the orgy participation or oh God that was good. She wrapped her legs around his broad torso, urged him to do that again. He found himself close when she did that. She’s not Buffy who can take anything, so he holds back a little.

The magic pulsed through him, so different from that night. This is more personal, more intimate. He tried so hard to concentrate on giving her pleasure that he lost control over his magic and it pushed them both over the edge. She felt the change occur, she’s felt it before. Her hair turns white but it doesn’t matter. She clings to him. She rode the magic and the pleasure and spun wildly. As she tumbled down and he moved away, the control returned and she felt the power fade away.

Now is not the time to ask him about hair color and magic. They just lay there, spent and speechless. Both know that this will never leave the room. Each feels the pangs of guilt, but just a little. This felt right and neither holds regrets. Giles slipped away to dispose of the condom, but returned and held Willow close as they fell to sleep.

Because the hotel has two elevators, Xander and Willow don’t run into each other as they returned to their respective rooms. When they talked to Giles and Buffy, the conversation stayed to that of shopping and ordinary stuff. If there seemed to be an elephant in the room, no one would discuss it. They all love the person they are engaged to, but find themselves loving the others as well. Is there a compromise to be had?

Nighttime rituals were stiff and awkward. Buffy and Willow stayed as close to their sides of the bed as humanly possible without falling off. Xander managed to curl up in one of the chairs and Giles said nothing. By morning, instead of happiness there was an overwhelming sense of burden.

The men do their best stoic impressions, Giles gave it that unique British twist. Today is their wedding day, although you would have thought it a funeral they were attending, with the somber expressions they wore. Arriving at the chapel they waited nervously to hear that the women had arrived. Buffy and Willow were firmly entrenched in denial, happy smiles fixed on their faces. There was genuine joy over dresses and happily ever after, the cab ride to the chapel was silent.

But somehow the magic of this day overcame it all. When they walked down the aisle, the grooms were awed, speechless at the beauty of the women who were about to become their wives. The brides were tongue tied at the handsomeness of the men who were about to be their husbands. They responded in all the right places to the ministers words, lost in the occasion. When told to kiss their brides, Giles and Xander did with unequalled enthusiasm.

Upon returning to the hotel, the manager surprised them with a gift. They’d been upgraded to the Presidential suite, free of charge. It didn’t take long to move their things and find the bucket of champagne, compliments of the management. After popping it open, toasting their new lives and taking a sip, they all fell silent. It fell to Xander to break the ice.

“Ok, I’m calling it. Elephant in the room. Who wants to spill?”

They all glanced at one another before blurting it out all at once.

“I had sex with Giles.”

“Buffy and I slept together.”

“I took advantage of Willow.”

“I totally did Xander.”

Another silence as the relief washed over them all. It seemed that Fate had bigger plans for them.

“So, now what? This is way bigger than us just being two married couples,” Buffy asked.

“It feels like we should all be married to each other,” Xander said.

“Oh! There’s an ancient ceremony, bind a group together very much like a marriage.”

“We could do it now, if you like,” Giles commented. “All it requires are words and a drop of blood.”

“There’s always an ancient ceremony, and are they any that *don’t* require blood?” Buffy asked as they gathered round each other.

Willow quickly wrote out the words as Giles found a small knife and a cup for the blood. When they were ready, he nodded for them to begin. They chanted the words and each placed a drop of blood in the cup. The ancient power they called forth mixed with the blood and flowed through them, filled them with the love and the bond they all shared. When it was over, the sexual energy left was high. Soon hands fumbled for zippers; clothes are pulled off and tossed aside. A quick rummaging through bags produced protection and lubricant. Once again hands and lips were everywhere.

They took a moment to figure out the logistics of a foursome, they decided to have Buffy on the floor, her being the Slayer and all. Willow helped roll condoms onto Giles and Xander, and kissed them both before she lowered herself to Buffy’s mouth. Xander entered Buffy and held himself still as Giles entered him. The tension was palpable as they all started moving, establishing a quick rhythm. More hands everywhere; stroking, caressing, pushing and pulling as they brought each other to the edge and over, crying out names and tumbling in a heap.

When they finally catch their breaths, Buffy broke the silence.

“So, if we’re married to each other, what do we use for a last name? Cause Summers Rosenberg Harris Giles is a mouthful.”

Laughing they all hold onto one another, secure in their love and the bond only they share.

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