Title: Trick or Treat

Author: Spikedluv & Wic

Rating: NC17

Pairing: You’ll see!

Spoilers: Through end of season 6 to be safe...but pretty much AU.

Summary: It’s a Halloween Party and the AI gang’s invited!

Notes: Fluff, the whole fluff, and nothing but the fluff. ** indicate emphasis.

Feedback: It’s ALL about the feedback (and naked Spike)! Don’t make me beg, it’s not pretty.

E-mail: [email protected]; [email protected]

Distribution: The Seduction of Spike, The BatPack Archives and Wacky Witch Willow.

Disclaimer: We don’t own these characters, just borrowing them for awhile. Everything belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui Enterprises, Grr Argh, the WB, UPN and whoever else they really belong to, although I wouldn’t mind having a Spike of my own. Who would? And Wic wants Angelus! The story is ours, though.

Dedication: Karen, ‘cause we love you! Wic came up with this idea while you were MIA (military reference in honor of the marines!), sort of a ‘get well’ and 'we missed you' fic. Note: MIA the LAST time! But we missed you this time,too.

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Cordy looked at her watch. Almost nine o’clock, they’d be there soon. She sighed and tried to relax in her seat. She *so* wasn’t looking forward to their arrival in Sunnydale. Willow had invited her and Angel to a Halloween party, and since demons were supposed to take that night off, Angel had agreed that they could go.

Sure, they weren’t the same people they were in high school, but they weren’t close friends, either. Well, except for Willow, oddly enough. She and Cordy had started communicating regarding demons and had built a friendship from the ashes of high school cliques.

But she wasn’t looking forward to seeing Xander and his current girlfriend, the ex-vengeance demon, Anyanka, or cry-Buffy, or Spike, who had tortured Angel once upon a time, despite the fact that he was now chipped and couldn’t hurt a human. And Giles was...Giles, stuffy librarian guy, and she didn't really know Dawn that well.

She looked over at Angel, who looked dashing in his Batman costume, especially those tights, and wondered why he was smiling. Broody boy never smiled. He must be looking forward to seeing Buffy.

***

Angel was looking forward to returning to Sunnydale. He had spoken with Willow one time when she’d called for Cordy, and Willow had told him all about Spike joining their little group and about the Halloween party they were planning. He hadn’t been interested in attending until Willow had told him something very interesting.

Spike was claiming that he, William the Bloody, the big bad, was afraid of nothing. Angel knew that most demons were pretty fearless, though they had a healthy respect for the Slayer. He also knew that Spike’s statement, although he certainly wasn’t afraid to take on a demon, a ghoul, a zombie, a witch, or even a ghost, wasn’t completely accurate.

The time he had spent with Spike and Dru when he’d lost his soul had showed him that there was one thing Spike was deathly afraid of. And he had one with him. He smiled to himself, then looked over at Cordy. She looked stunning in her Catwoman costume, though her expression was glum. He wondered why, she’d been so excited about the party and the costumes she’d chosen for them.

***

Connor sat in the back seat and stared out the window. He absolutely did not want to be here. On his way to there. Where he would know no one. He didn’t know why he couldn’t have stayed with Fred and Gunn.

But, no! Here he was, dressed up as stupid Robin, all because Cordy got it in her head to go to a Halloween party and drag him and his father along. And his father had said nothing, just smiled. Kind of like that idiotic smile he had on his face now.

Then she’d gotten the even more brilliant idea that their costumes should match, and here they were, Batman, Catwoman, and Robin. How pathetic were they? He shook his head. He hated meeting new people. Especially since there would probably be no one there his own age. This was really going to suck.

***

Willow whipped into the mansion in her Little Red Riding Hood costume, the hood lying down her back, the cape billowing out around her. She felt ridiculous. Spike better wear his costume or she was going to kill him! She had told him that, if he continued to call himself the ‘big bad’, he had to come dressed as the Big Bad Wolf. He said he would, if she was his Little Red Riding Hood.

Willow had demurred, saying that Buffy had already worn that costume once, but Buffy, no-good-lousy-friend, said she still had the costume and Willow could borrow it. Spike just smirked at her, so Willow had agreed, and gone out the next day to buy Spike the Big Bad Wolf costume.

She looked around the large room that she, Buffy, Xander, Anya and Dawn had helped decorate. There were paper skeletons and witches, though Willow had made sure they were all young and good looking, rather than old hags with warts and pointy noses, pumpkins and black cats. Orange and black crepe paper streamed everywhere.

She unloaded her bags and went about setting up the dishes of candy and snacks. Xander was bringing the pizza and Buffy was providing the punch. She was just carrying the empty bags to the kitchen when Buffy and Dawn entered. Buffy was dressed as Xena, and Dawn was dressed as an angel, complete with a halo over her head.

"Need help?" Willow asked when she saw them loaded down with bags.

"Yes," Dawn said. "Take this, please, there’s more in the car I’ll go get."

"More?" Willow said. "All of this for punch?"

"I didn’t want to run out," Buffy said as she preceded Willow into the kitchen. "Too much?"

"You may be right," Willow said, setting her bags on the table along with Buffy’s. "And if we don’t use it all, it’s nothing that won’t keep for our next scooby party."

Willow threw the empty bags out, sat a small bottle of blue liquid on the table, and helped Buffy unpack the bags. Dawn came in with a punch bowl containing a ring of ice and a dipper, and set them on the table with the other supplies.

"Xander and Anya are here," she said.

The three girls walked out into the main room to see Anya dressed in a toga with a laurel wreath adorning her head, and Xander dressed as...Dracula.

"Xander!" Buffy cried. "I can’t believe you came dressed as a vampire! And Dracula? He was so...,"

"Hot," Dawn and Willow both finished.

"...lame," Buffy turned to look at her sister and her friend.

"Vhot else vould I come as?" he asked. "Ve do live on ze hellmouth, avter all."

"Uh huh," Buffy said.

"By the way," Xander removed his fake teeth, "love your, uh," he gestured towards Buffy’s costume, "scabbard. And Dawn, a little angel," he hugged the younger girl. "How’s it feel?" he asked.

"Weird," she said with a smile. "Should’ve gotten the devil costume."

"And how’s Little Red Riding Hood?" Xander gave Willow a hug.

"Feeling ridiculous," she said. "You look great, Anya," she peeked around Xander.

"Thanks," Anya said. "You guys do, too, though I look much sexier. Right, Xander?"

"Right, dear," he kissed her on the cheek. "Wonder where G-man is?" Xander pondered.

"Right here," Giles didn’t sound happy. "Who’s idea was this?" he stepped into the mansion and stared at the group with a very unhappy expression on his face. Everyone looked at Buffy and stepped back.

"Well," she tried to defend herself, "I just thought it would be nice to have matching costumes for the Slayer and her Watcher. I-I think you look great, don’t you guys?"

"Yeah, G-man, you look, uh, well, love the tight breeches," Xander said.

"Me, too," Anya added. "I think you look hot."

"You look great, Giles," Dawn added. "Look at me. I’m an angel!"

"Spike!" Willow yelled, stomping her foot as the blond vampire entered the mansion. "You didn’t wear your costume!" Spike smirked at her and looked down at his black jeans, black t-shirt, black boots, and black leather duster.

"Don’t need a costume. I *am* the big bad. You look...nice," he leered at her, "Red."

"Grrr!" she growled. "I can’t believe I trusted you!"

"Me neither," he smirked again. "I’m evil," he said as he raised both eyebrows. Willow watched as his tongue played over his teeth.

"Hey, Spike," Dawn said, skipping over to him. "I’m an angel," she twirled.

"Talk about miscasting," Spike said with a smile and Dawn playfully slapped his arm.

"Be nice," she said. Spike stiffened. "What is it?" Dawn asked.

"Poof’s here," he growled in disgust.

End Part One

As soon as the group from L.A. entered the mansion, the tension was noticeable.

“Hey! I'm so glad you guys made it,” Willow said, hugging first Cordelia and then Angel.

“You must be Connor,” the witch gave her best smile to the boy.

“Connor, these are the Scoobies,” Cordelia said, and then introduced everyone to him.

“And this is my sister, Dawn,” Buffy said, grinning at the look the teenagers gave each other.

“Dawn, why don`t you and Connor go in the kitchen and make the punch?” Willow suggested, and with a little shove she pushed Dawn out of the clouds.

“Oh, sure, Willow. Would you like to help?” the little angel felt like she could float to the kitchen.

“Willow, you were right. They look really cute together,” Buffy said, giggling.

“I`m sure he's already charmed by her,” Angel said.

This made the two girls look at him, but the vampire only had eyes for his Seer.

Anya hit Xander on the back of his head. His fake teeth flew right into a bowl full of green jelly, in which little black spiders seemed to swim.

“Oww! What was that for?” he moaned.

“Look at Giles. He was man enough to come to the party as Ares. All that naked chest and, and...look,” the ex-demon pointed toward the Watcher, who was standing in the corner talking with Angel.

“Ahn, I love you, but I had no intension of hearing Spike talk about me for the whole next year!” he tried to calm her.

“But you looked so good as Cupid,” she pouted.

“Okay, tell you what, I'll wear the diaper for you when we're at home.”

“I love you, Xander,” Anya whispered into his ear.

“I love you, too, my little demon,” he said, and then he kissed her.

Spike had to hide his grin as he heard the boy say that. He was thinking about the possibility of installing a camera in their bedroom when his eyes again found the witch.

***

In the meantime, Dawn tried everything not to show Connor how nervous he made her.

“Could you open this bottle for me?” she asked, not looking into his eyes, knowing that if she did, she would get that feeling in her belly again, and she wouldn't be able to talk.

“No problem. Should I open all of the bottles?” Conner took a step closer to the table and he was wrapped in her lovely smell.

“Yes, and then we only need to pour them into the bowl,” she said. Hiding behind her hair, she took a quick look at the teen.

Now she knew what Buffy was talking about when she had said that if Connor only looked a little like Angel, she wouldn't be able to stop looking at him.

“Magnolia," he whispered as he opened the next bottle.

“What?” Dawn asked, looking directly into his eyes.

“You smell like magnolia. I like that,” he said, sinking into the depths of her eyes.

Dawn couldn't look away and, as their hands touched over a small bottle, it was like electricity. Finally, they poured the liquid into the bowl together.

Buffy came into the kitchen and the teenagers jumped apart.

“I just wanted to see if you two needed any help, but I see that everything is fine," Buffy had to hide her smile and grabbed the next excuse to leave.

When Dawn and Connor were again alone in the kitchen, Connor took hold of the bottle Dawn was still holding.

Again, neither was able to talk, or do anything other than look into each others eyes.

Xander stormed into the kitchen. Not even aware of the two other people, he walked over to the phone and dialed the number of his favorite pizza parlor.

“We should probably taste it before we take the bowl into the living room,” Dawn said.

She dipped a small amount into a cup and took a sip.

"Mmm, not bad. Here, you try it," she handed the cup to Connor, who took a sip.

"It's great," he said, his eyes on Dawn.

***

Spike could see the angry sparkles in the witch's eyes every time she looked at him.

Walking over to her, he again let his eyes roam over her body. She was hot, but he already knew that. After all why would he dream, night after night, about a woman who wasn't hot.

He knew that this time, she was really mad at him, but he hadn't been able to come to the party wearing that poncy costume, knowing that the bloody poof would be here.

"Spike, it would be better if you stayed away from me," Willow said. "I`m still angry, cause you're a big liar. And a coward."

"I`m not."

"You are."

"I`m not."

"You are."

"Not-"

"Wait, you two, what's this all about?" Angel interrupted, his eyebrows going up.

“Your childe is a liar,” Willow said, and then stormed away toward Connor and Dawn who had set up the punch bowl.

“And she didn't already know this?” Angel grinned down at Spike, knowing that his childe would hate this.

“Stop it, or I will...,” Spike changed into his vampface.

Giles looked at Anya and was not really sure if he liked the way the ex-demon was looking at his chest. He still could not believe Buffy had made him agree with this.

“Can I help you, Anya?” he asked, again searching for his glasses, only to remember that Buffy had them.

“You look so great. I like this hair,” she said, stroking the hair on his chest, which made the Watcher jump up.

“I think Buffy called for help, so please, excuse me,” the Watcher said, hurriedly walking away from Anya and an amused-looking Cordelia.

“Dawn, why don't you and Connor get the music going on the stereo?" Willow suggested.

"Alright," Dawn said, then turned to Connor, "if you want to, that is."

"Oh, uh, sure," Connor blushed.

The two teens each grabbed a glass of the punch and headed over to the stereo that had been set up in the corner.

End Part Two

Willow ensconced herself behind the punch bowl and dipped out cups for everyone. She placed the cups on a tray and delivered the drinks, leaving Spike for last.

"Here," she held out the tray.

"Brought my own, luv," Spike pulled out a flask.

"Whatever," Willow turned, throwing her hair back, and walked away. Spike watched her with a calculating smile on his face.

Willow set the tray on the table next to the punch bowl and picked up the cup Spike had refused. Just as she was about to take a sip, the doorbell rang. Xander ran to answer it and returned bearing half a dozen pizzas, 6 dozen chicken wings, and bread sticks. Willow set her cup back down and went into the kitchen for the paper plates and napkins.

As she opened the plastic wrap on the paper plates, Willow let her eyes roam over the table. She shook her head at the empty cans and bottles Dawn and Connor had left behind, then froze. The small bottle of blue liquid she had set on the table earlier...was empty. She dropped the paper plates and ran to the doorway.

"Dawn!" she called over the music, voices, and laughter. Dawn looked up and Willow waved her over, trying not to panic. Spike also looked up, and wondered what had the witch in a tizzy. He sidled closer.

"What?" Dawn asked when she reached Willow. Willow took her arm and drew her into the kitchen. She picked up the bottle and showed it to Dawn.

"Did you put this, it was blue, in the punch?" she asked, trying to sound normal.

"Uh," Dawn blushed, "I really don’t remember." The only thing she remembered for sure was Connor being there. "It was very...if it was sitting there, we might have. Buffy said everything on the table was for the punch, but...I was...distracted...sorry."

"That’s alright," Willow rubbed Dawn’s back to let her know that she hadn’t done anything wrong. "Here," she handed her the plates and a stack of napkins, "take these out there for the pizza, will you?"

Willow watched Dawn leave, then sank into one of the chairs around the table.

"Oh, goddess," she moaned, dropping her head into her hands.

"What’s wrong?" Spike asked as he placed his hand on her shoulder. Willow jumped in surprise.

"Uh, nothing!" she lied. "Why?"

"What was in the bottle?" Spike asked, picking it up.

"You were eavesdropping?" Willow stood and placed her hands on her hips angrily.

"Yeah. So, what was in the bottle?"

"Nothing," Willow reached for it. Spike pulled it back out of her reach. "Spike, give that to me!"

"Not until you tell me what it is," he held the bottle above his head and out of Willow’s reach, then began to unscrew the top.

"No, Spike!" Willow grabbed his arms, trying to reach the bottle he held.

Well, Spike thought, this was nice. Willow’s breasts rubbed against his chest enticingly as she jumped for the bottle.

"That feels good," he smirked, and Willow jumped back.

"You’re a pig! Give me the bottle," she demanded.

With one hand on her shoulder to hold her back, Spike lowered the bottle to his nose and sniffed.

"Mmm, magic," he said. "What is it? Still not talking?" he asked when she refused to answer him. "Then I’ll just have to give it a try," he tipped the bottle to his lips.

"No!" Willow dove in under his hand and grabbed the bottle away from him. "Don’t do that!"

"What is it?" Spike asked, taking a step toward her. Oh, yeah, this was fun.

"I’m not...," Willow darted around him and dashed out the door to the main room. She froze and Spike, who’d been hot on her heels, ran into her. "Oh, my god," she moaned as Spike’s arms went around her waist to keep her from falling to the floor.

"What did you do, luv?" he asked as he took in the sight before him.

"I didn’t do anything!" she denied. "Well, I made the potion," she looked at the bottle in her hand. "Stupid Xander!"

"What was the potion?" Spike took the opportunity to pull the witch back against him, splaying his fingers over her stomach.

"It was...oh, goddess, they’re going to kill me! It was a...truth in love potion," Willow let her head drop back against Spike’s chest in agony.

"And what was it supposed to do?" he asked, gently rubbing her stomach.

"Xander, uh, what are you doing?" she asked as she finally realized that Spike was touching her. Oh, goddess! "You didn’t have any punch, did you?" she asked worriedly. "Oh, wait, what am I thinking, you’d hardly be standing here with me if...,"

"Red," he interrupted her, "I haven’t had any punch. Now tell me what the moron wanted the potion for."

"He, well, he was afraid that he and Anya wouldn’t last and he wanted to find out if they were really in love, so he asked me for a potion. I told him ‘no’!" she insisted. "But he wore me down."

"And...it’s in the punch?" Spike asked, then began laughing.

"Yes," Willow moaned. "And it’s not funny!" she slapped his arm.

"You must not be seeing what I’m seeing, then, ‘cause *that’s* funny!" Spike retorted. "Except for Niblet! Hey, what does he think he’s doing? Look at his hands!" Spike started toward Dawn.

"Spike," Willow pulled him back, "you’re going to cause a scene!"

"I’m going to cause more than a scene!" he yelled.

Willow looked around the room, but no one seemed to be paying them any attention. They were too wrapped up in...each other. Oh, goddess, her face fell and she wanted to cry.

"Hey, Red, now, none of that," Spike said, pulling her into his arms. "You, uh, you didn’t have any of the punch, did you?" he asked.

"No," Willow looked over at the table where her untouched cup sat and noticed that the punch bowl and been nearly emptied. "Oh, my god!" she pointed. "What were they doing, guzzling it?"

"Uh, maybe it tasted good," Spike said as he lowered his head and breathed in Willow’s scent.

"Aahh!" Willow stomped her foot, barely missing Spike’s, as she looked around the room. The opened pizza boxes had been forgotten as everyone danced to the slow music coming from the speakers.

Dawn and Connor were in the corner by the stereo where they’d put on the music. Angel and Cordy, well that wasn’t so strange. And neither, if she was honest with herself, was Xander and Buffy. But what really freaked her out was seeing Anya and Giles dancing together.

"This is really bad," she moaned. Pulling away from Spike she walked over to the table and loaded a plate with pizza and wings. She plopped down on the sofa and watched her friends dance and...grope. Yep, they were *so* going to kill her!

Spike walked over, took his duster off and tossed it over the back of the couch, then sat down next to Willow.

"You okay, luv?" he asked as he stole a chicken wing.

"Uh huh," Willow moaned.

End Part Three

Giles rubbed his body against Anya. Never in all his years had he felt this kind of pleasure just by dancing with someone. He let his hands move slowly down her back until they lay on her firm little butt.

Every thought about the others, even Xander, were lost in a sea of love and lust. Slowly he began to kiss the curve of Anya's neck, thinking about the best way to get her into a bed.

The sounds of the music and the voices became blurred in Anya's head, the only thing that mattered was the strong body that rubbed against her. She was in overdrive, every part of her body screamed for Giles, and so she did the only thing she was able to.

“Come with me,” she whispered into his ear as she took hold of his hand, and then they both disappeared into the depths of the mansion.

Nobody except Spike seemed to notice this and, after one look at the witch by his side and imagining the possibilities, he said nothing, wishing the Watcher luck.

---

Guiding Giles to the bed and pressing her magnificent boobs hard against his chest, Anya pressed her lips to his and slipped her hot tongue into his mouth to search for Giles'.

Her right hand fondled his iron-hard cock, which pressed so hard against his leather trousers in response to her touch that it actually ached.

Giles could only moan and thank who ever made his dream come true.

Anya opened his zipper with her left hand while her right hand reached down to cradle his balls.

As soon as the trousers touched the ground, Anya shoved her toga aside and rubbed the head of Giles' cock against the curls of her pubic mound.

Meanwhile, Giles could no longer wait, and began to circle the nipples of her perfect breast with the tip of his tongue, taking in the fragrance of her smooth skin.

The soft firmness of each breast as he gently massaged that warm flesh made his fingers tingle with delight, and the little moans he got from Anya turned him on more than anything.

With his loving attention to her breasts, Anya settled onto the bed.

With one sharp move Giles dragged the toga from her body and with much pleasure let his eyes wander over her now naked body.

As his gaze traveled from her breasts, across her creamy white tummy, he felt his cock getting harder and harder as he looked at her pussy lips.

While her mound still had the dark honey curls, the area on both sides of her juicy pussy was bare. He lowered his face until he was level with her cunt.

“Do you like it, Rupert?” Anya asked coyly, speaking for the first time since they entered the room.

"I love it. Your pussy looks delicious. I am going to lick it, and kiss it, and eat it all up!"

---

Spike had to hide a grin as he heard the moans and screams from the Watcher and the ex-demon.

Too bad Willow hadn't drunk any of her magic potion. As he thought about getting his little witch something to drink he saw that the poof and Cordelia were into some sort of tongue fight, not to mention the Slayer and her little puppy playing in the opposite corner of the room.

Willow felt really bad, and so she did the one thing all women do when they are upset. She stuffed as much food as possible into her mouth. Seeing Buffy and Xander made her gasp and she began to cough. Not thinking that it was the punch that had started all this, she walked on shaky legs toward the bowl and Spike, who couldn't believe what he was seeing, stopped her after she had guzzled the cupful of punch she'd left sitting on the table.

“Stop it, pet,” he said as he took the cup from her hand, and then the witch realized what she had done.

“Oh, fuck!” she whined.

“Bad language, luv?” Spike said, and then he chuckled.

Willow gave him an evil glare, and then she backed away.

“Spike, you have to leave,” she said, her resolve face in place.

“Why should I leave?” the vampire arched an eyebrow.

---

“Buffy, let me make love to you,” Xander moaned, his hand already in the Slayer's panties.

“I don`t want you to make love to me,” Buffy said with a teasing voice.

Xander grinned, he could feel the juices that moistened his fingers.

“What is it you want, my Slayer?” he asked, his tongue playing with her ear as he rubbed his fingers in little circles over her clit.

“I want you to fuck me,” she moaned.

---

Spike shook his head over the things he heard from the couples, and then he looked back at Willow.

“So, why should I leave, pet?” he asked again, watching how the witch blushed. He could already see the affects of the drug on her.

Willow was going crazy. The burning between her legs had just started, but when she looked at Spike, she could feel her panties get damp.

End Part Four

"Cordelia," Angel whispered her name as he held her close, moving to the slow song playing on the stereo. He rubbed one hand softly up and down her back, the other sliding beneath her hair to cup her neck.

"Angel?" she breathed his name questioningly, as she tilted her head back and looked up at him. Her hands slipped beneath the cape he wore, running over the hard, taut muscles that lay beneath the tight shirt.

Angel’s hand pressed more firmly against Cordy’s back as he lowered his head to hers, placing a light kiss on her lips.

"Angel," she moaned breathily, parting her lips. Angel sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and Cordy moaned, pressing herself against him.

Angel growled, the grip on her neck tightening as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. The soft kiss turned hungry, demanding, and his hand moved down her back to cup her leather-clad ass, pulling her against his hard cock.

Cordelia groaned into his mouth. She pulled his shirt out of the tights and slipped her hands beneath it, to rest on the cool flesh of his back. She flexed her fingers, kneading his muscles, as she tilted her head, deepening the kiss.

***

"You, uh, you wanna dance?" Dawn asked, seeing that everyone else had paired off to dance, except for Spike and Willow who were sitting on the couch.

"I, um, well, I don’t really...," Connor began nervously.

"Never mind," Dawn waved him off as she tried to smile. "We don’t have to dance if you don’t want to," she took another sip of the punch.

"It’s not that I don’t want to!" Connor corrected her. "I just...don’t know how," he admitted.

"Oh," Dawn smiled beautifully at him. "The slow ones are easy. I’ll show you," she set her cup down and took his hand.

"O-kay," Connor’s voice hitched. He downed the rest of the punch in his cup before setting it aside and letting Dawn pull him a couple of feet away from the stereo to the space that had been cleared for dancing.

Dawn turned to face Connor. She took his left hand in her right, then smiled reassuringly at him. Connor felt his breath catch.

"You just put your hand here," she took his right hand in her left and placed it on her waist, "and I put mine here," she placed her hand on his shoulder. "And then we just sort of, move to the music," she said.

"Okay," he said, still nervous. It was hard to concentrate on moving, even to the slow music, with Dawn this close to him. He looked around the room, noticing that the other dancing couples were standing much closer together.

"Are we supposed to be closer than this?" he asked.

"Huh?" Dawn asked, blushing slightly.

"Everyone else seems to be...much closer," he said and Dawn looked around, noticing for the first time how...close...the other couples actually were...especially Buffy and Xander. And Giles and *Anya*?!

"Well," she felt a strange tingle at the thought of standing even closer to Connor, "that’s one way of...eep!" she squeaked as Connor slipped his hand around to her back and pulled her closer. Her own hand, of it’s own volition and with no conscious thought on her part, moved along his shoulder to his neck, her fingers sliding through the hair falling there.

"So, um, Robin?" she asked, not able to think of anything else to say.

"Cordy’s idea," he groaned with a grimace.

"I think you look cute," she said, blushing again.

"You do?" Connor asked. "You, uh, you look very pretty," he said, feeling his own face color.

Dawn smiled, " Really? Thanks. Buffy thinks I should have gotten the devil costume. Truth in advertising, you know."

***

"Re-e-ed," Spike called in a sing-song voice as he scented her arousal. "Why would I want to leave, luv?"

"Spike," she tried to sound firm, though all she wanted to do was jump him...now. "Things are going to get, um, really ugly around here in a minute!"

"Looks like things are just starting to get interesting," he smirked at her as he took a step closer. Willow stepped back, her hands out in front of her.

"No, no, not interesting! Ugly! Now, now, leave!" she tried to shoo him away with her hands.

"You want me to leave," he took another step forward, Willow another step back, "put your hands on my tight, hard body and make me," another step forward.

"No, no hands," she groaned as she took another step back. The sound of the music faded as she stepped into the kitchen. "And no tight, hard...," she trailed off as she stared at the tight, hard body in question.

"Okay," Spike agreed as he continued to move forward, "no hands." He backed her up against the kitchen table, trapping her with his body. "But I am all hard....and tight," he leaned down and whispered in her ear.

Willow moaned.

***

"So," Buffy groaned as Xander’s fingers found her wet lips and slid over them, then between them, "were you really admiring my scabbard before?"

"Mmm," Xander moaned. "Among other things," he lowered his head and licked, then sucked on, the mound of her full breast pushed up above the costume.

"Ohh! Xander," she groaned, her fingers clutching at his back, running through his hair.

"What?" he asked teasingly as he slid a second finger inside her, his thumb worrying her swollen nub.

Buffy pulled his face to hers and kissed him, softly at first, then harder as his fingers made her body hum.

"How do you get out of this thing?" he asked when they paused for breath.

"Snaps," Buffy said before claiming his lips again. "Let’s get out of here," she pushed his hand away from her and started pulling him toward the hallway.

"Where are we going?" Xander asked, allowing her to lead him from the room, as he placed his wet fingers in his mouth and sucked her juices from them.

"Oohh, Xander," she moaned as she watched him taste her. In the hallway she raced for the stairs to the second floor. When she was on the second step, Xander stopped her.

"Sit," he commanded.

"What? Xander...,"

"Sit," he repeated more forcefully and Buffy shuddered. She was the strong one, but sometimes she wanted someone else to take control. She sat on the fourth step, her feet still on the second. She watched in excitement as Xander knelt on the first step, then crawled up to the second. He placed his hands on her knees and spread her legs.

"Xander," she moaned, leaning back on her elbows.

"No talking," he said as he lifted the skirt of her Xena costume until her wet panties were revealed. He grabbed the thin material and ripped it off of her, revealing her dark curls. "Unless its ‘more’, ‘yes, Xander’, ‘right there, Xander’," he teased as he used his thumbs to spread her lips.

"How about ‘please, hurry the fuck up, Xander’?" she asked breathlessly.

"That works, too," Xander smiled, then lowered his head to her, his tongue darting out to flick against her swollen clit.

"Oh, god," Buffy groaned. "Yes, Xander, right there, Xander," she panted and felt him smile against her before he stuck his tongue inside her, licking and sucking on her.

***

Angel pulled away from Cordelia so she could breathe, and picked her up. Cordy’s arms went around his shoulders, her legs around his waist. Angel’s hands slipped down to cup her ass, kneading. Cordy moaned against his throat where she was placing wet kisses as he pressed her tightly against erection.

"Angel...please," she moaned in his ear.

"Please what?" he teased as he rubbed himself against her. Cordy pulled back and looked at him, deeply into his chocolate brown eyes.

"Please...," she moaned again, one hand moving between them to pull the front of his shirt out of the tights. She ran her fingers over his stomach, then slipped them beneath his tights, her nails scraping over the head of his cock.

"Fuck! Cordy," Angel growled as he threw his head back. Without removing her hand, Angel carried Cordelia through the double glass doors and into the courtyard. He pressed her back against the wall.

"How does this come off?" he asked, his hands cupping her breasts.

"Zipper," she groaned at his touch. Pulling her hand out of his tights, she placed her fingers at the neck of her costume and began to lower the zipper. Angel groaned, lowering his head to lick and suck on her soft, warm skin as she bared it.

***

"Spike, what are you doing?" Willow asked breathlessly.

"What do you think I’m doing?" he asked as he licked her neck, then pulled her soft, smooth skin into his mouth, sucking on it.

"A-are you sure you didn’t have any punch?" she asked worriedly.

"Positive, luv," he said. "Don’t need a potion to want you. You smell so bleedin’ good!" he grabbed her hips and pulled her against him, sucking harder on her neck, intent on leaving a mark.

"Oh, Spike," Willow’s knees gave out and Spike grabbed her, then shoved everything off of the table with one sweep of his arm and a loud ‘clang’. But no one came running. Everyone else was busy, too.

He lifted her up onto the table, then spread her legs and stepped between them. Slowly, his eyes on hers, he pulled her to the edge of the table, until his hard cock was pressed against her throbbing sex.

"Spike," she moaned, her hands reaching for the neck of his t-shirt. He’d been warned, she thought to herself as she ripped his t-shirt, exposing his hard, smooth chest.

End Part Five

Giles drove into her all the harder, letting his fingers slide into her pussy.

Anya was going crazy, now that their bodies pumped together.

Giles had no idea what turned the ex-demon on more, his cock ramming deep into her ass, or his fingers buried deep in her wet, hot pussy, not to mention his teasing of her rock hard nipples. But he had no intention of stopping any of them.

He was ready to shoot his load again and he told her so.

“Get ready, babe, here it comes. I´m getting ready to fill your tight little butt,” he groaned, which turned her on even more.

“Give it to me, give me all of it, I want it all,” Anya stammered, again and again .

As the Watcher came, he pumped all the harder, filling her with his hot cum, which made his dick slide even easier.

Anya collapsed onto the bed with Giles on top of her. He slowly pulled his cock out of her, rolling onto his back with Anya tight in his arms.

And so they fell asleep on the bed, in each others arms.

---

Willow was no longer be able to fight her desire and the magic that was coursing through her body, and so she gave in to them both.

Wrapping her legs around Spike's hips, she began to rub herself against his hard-on to create as much friction as possible.

“Yes, Spike, oh goddess, yes, I want you,” she moaned against his neck, biting down to stop herself from screaming.

The vampire became intoxicated in a way that, until now, he never would have believed possible. The smell of her arousal, her hot little body rubbing against him, and now her words. This was heaven for Spike, and if the real heaven was not like this, he was happy to never get there.

“Hold onto me,” he whispered in her ear, and with his hands on her butt, he walked out of the kitchen in the direction of his old room.

This would be the first time of many, and the vampire didn't want it to happen in the kitchen, among a lot of emty bottles.

---

Angel pushed Cordelia harder against the wall. Getting hold of her hands, he raised her arms above her head.

“I want to taste you all over,” he whispered hoarsely into her ear, as Cordelia's pussy began to spasm.

“Yes, baby. Oh, yes,” she said, looking into the golden eyes of her lover.

Her lips parted and her face showed the sudden arrival of her orgasm, just as Angel felt her cunt grip him tight, trying to milk him.

Angel let go of her arms and got hold of her hips, pumping deeper into her. She let her arms circle his neck, shuddering each time his cock moved.

“Cum in me,” Cordelia demanded in a whisper, as she kissed his vamp face.

----

Dawn watched Spike as he walked out of the kitchen with Willow attached to his hips. She had already seen the attraction between the two, but that they would act this way was unexpected.

Conner smiled to himself as he heard the sounds that seemed to come out of every corner of the mansion, but his smile soon disappeared as he became aware of his own growing erection.

All the sounds, and Dawn's body, particularly her breasts, pressing against him, were doing their work on the boy.

He could not decide if he wanted her to notice it, or if it would be better that she had no clue that he wanted to lay her down beneath him and hear her plead for more.

---

Spike walked through the mansion, not noticing that he was almost running toward his old room.

But Willow did, his movements giving her pleasure that only made her want more.

Spike entered the room and, with a hard kick, closed the door behind him. As he walked over to the big bed, he let out a growl.

The Slayer had laid all of the jackets and coats on it.

“What's wrong, Spike?" Willow whimpered in his arms, feeling that her need for him was slowly getting painful.

“I need you inside of me,” she was rubbing her whole body against him, already going crazy.

With one hand, Spike shoved the annoying coats to the side, and then he saw it. Screaming like a little girl, he jumped away from the bed, Willow still clinging to him.

This brought the witch out of her trance.

“What is it? Do we need Buffy? Is there a demon?” she tried everything to get a look at the reason Spike was shaking in fear.

“It´s one of those...things,” the vampire stammered in fear.

End Part Six

"Spike! Let me see what it is!" Willow tried to turn and look over her shoulder, but Spike shielded her face.

"No, don’t look at it!" he cried, still backing away from the bed.

"Spike!" Willow put her legs down and pushed away from him. She wanted sex...dammit! She needed to see what had spooked Spike so badly so she could get rid of it and...

"Spike?" she tilted her head one way, and then the other, as she examined the object on the bed.

"Yes, luv?" Spike said from behind her, his hands on her back to make sure she continued to protect him from the evil object on the bed.

"It’s a Furby™," she said, slightly confused at his reaction.

"I know!" Spike agreed. "They’re evil, pet. No! Stay away from it!" he tried to grab her arm as Willow walked toward the bed.

Oh, for god’s sake! Willow pulled her arm away from Spike and continued toward the bed. She picked the ugly little brown and white Furby™ up and it began to speak.

"Ha, ha, ha!" the Furby™ laughed evilly. "Happy Halloween, Spike!" It laughed again, then repeated the sentence.

Willow heard a choked noise behind her and turned to see Spike pointing at the offending stuffed animal, his eyes begging her to get rid of it.

"Don’t worry, baby," she said. "I’ll take care of this evil thing for you." She dropped the Furby™ on the floor and stomped on it, cutting off it’s laughter mid-evil cackle. Picking up the remains, she walked over to the window, opened it, and tossed the broken toy out into the night.

"There," she brushed off her hands as she turned to face Spike. "Now, where were we?"

Spike looked at her as if she were his savior. Watching Willow as she defended him from the evil, demented Furby™ had really turned him on.

"Right here," he met her half-way across the room, picked her up, and carried her over to the bed.

***

After Buffy recovered from her orgasm, she panted, "Was that what I thought it was?" She could have sworn she’d seen Spike carrying Willow down the hall, but she’d been in the middle of a really good orgasm and wasn’t really paying that much attention.

"Was what what?" Xander asked, licking his lips clean of her juices as he slipped two fingers inside her.

"Nothing!" Buffy cried out as his thumb stroked her already swollen and sensitive nub, the fingers of his other hand slipping awkwardly beneath her costume to cup her breast, thoughts of Spike and Willow already forgotten.

"Where are those snaps?" Xander asked. Buffy showed him and soon she was lying on the stairs naked, except for her knee-high leather boots.

"Mmm," Xander moaned as he tossed his cape behind him and undid his trousers, releasing his hard cock into his hand. He stroked himself as he pumped his fingers in and out of Buffy’s hot, wet hole.

"Xander!" Buffy cried, feeling the first tensing of her muscles as she watched Xander stroke himself and felt his fingers inside her.

"Want more?" Xander asked seductively.

"Yes!" Buffy cried, wanting him to be inside her now.

"Okay," Xander smirked as he slipped a third finger inside her, pumping harder, faster.

"Xander! That’s...oh, god," Buffy let her head fall back. Her arms started to tremble. "Xander, please," she begged.

"Well," Xander pulled his fingers out of her and positioned his weeping cock head at her entrance, "since you asked so nicely," he drove into her.

"Yes, Xander!" she screamed. Sitting up, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her thighs around his waist.

With his hands on her ass, Xander thrust into her. His face buried in her neck, he sucked on her, determined to leave his mark.

"God, Xander, yes, please, just like that, Xander!" Buffy was moaning into his ear as her legs tightened around him to take him deeper.

The feel of her, the sound of her, the taste of her, all overwhelmed his senses and Xander felt his balls, the muscles in his ass, tighten.

"Buffy," he groaned. "God, I’m cuming, Buffy, please!"

"Xander!" Buffy screamed as her body tensed, letting loose her second orgasm of the night.

"Buffy!" Xander joined her, his cock pumping his release into her.

***

"What’s going on?" Dawn asked as she heard the unmistakable sounds of people having sex...lots of sex.

"I don’t know," Connor said. "Maybe we should stop dancing," he let go of her and stepped back.

"Why?" she asked as she let her arms drop to her sides.

"I just...I’m feeling a little...it’s just not a good idea!" he finished, not wanting to tell her that he had a raging hard-on for a girl he just met, that he wanted to throw her to the floor, toss her skirt up and...oh, god, he couldn’t think about that!

Dawn watched him blush even as he clenched his jaw, his body held stiffly. She quickly ran her eyes over his chest, muscles nicely outlined by the costume he was wearing, down to his...oh, my! Her eyes darted back up to his to see him staring at her. She watched his nostrils flare and his lips part.

"Dawn," he practically moaned her name.

"Connor," she whimpered as sensations she’d never felt assailed her. There was fluttering in her stomach, tingling between her thighs, and her knees felt weak. Connor grabbed her before she could fall. He lifted her into his arms and carried her over to the couch, where he gently lay her down before ripping the halo off of her costume and tossing it to the floor.

"Dawn," he groaned her name again as he lowered himself on top of her, his hard cock pressing against her belly. He lowered his head to hers and kissed her, softly, uncertainly. Dawn moaned and parted her lips, and Connor slipped his tongue between them to explore her mouth.

Dawn moaned again, the sound driving Connor crazy for her. He kissed her harder, tilting his head to deepen the kiss as he began to move against her. Dawn tried to spread her legs, wanting, no, needing, to feel him against her.

"Connor!" she tried to get his attention. "Connor, I can’t...,"

"Sorry. I’m sorry," he started to pull away. "I shouldn’t...,"

"Don’t be an idiot!" she pulled him back down desperately. "Just get rid of this dang skirt!" she cried. "I need to...I need to feel you," she whimpered.

Connor supported himself on one elbow and, blue eyes staring into blue, reached down and pulled the skirt of Dawn’s angel dress up, his fingers lightly caressing her leg, until Dawn was practically whimpering beneath him. Then the skirt was up high enough for her to move her legs. She wrapped them around Connor and they both groaned as they came into perfect contact.

"Dawn," he moaned into her ear as he rubbed himself against her.

"Oh, Connor, oh, god, that feels...Connor, please, that’s just, don’t stop, yes," Dawn babbled almost incoherently as she gripped Connor tightly between her thighs, her hands on his shoulders, in his hair.

Connor ran his hand over her hip and waist until he cupped her breast, his thumb lightly stroking the hard nub.

"Connor!" she bucked as he touched her sensitive nipple through the dress.

"Dawn," he whispered, "you’re so beautiful." He lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking softly until Dawn began to writhe beneath him, then harder.

"Connor, Connor!" she cried, her hands running over his back, gripping his butt. "Oh, god, Con-nor!" she screamed her release.

"Dawn!" he growled as he followed her over the edge.

***

"Want you, Red," Spike was muttering as he untied the cape and pulled it off of her. "Need you, baby," he started on the buttons of her dress.

"Spike," Willow shoved the torn halves of his t-shirt off of his shoulders. "Oh, god, Spike, please hurry!" her hand slipped between them to unbutton his jeans.

As soon as he got her naked, Spike stood and pulled off the remains of his t-shirt. He untied his boots and kicked them off, then shoved his jeans down.

"Willow," he crawled onto the bed and Willow reached for him.

"Spike," she said, and then they were kissing, hard and fast, tongues clashing, as they each ran their hands over the other.

Spike pulled back so Willow could breathe. He placed kisses along her jaw and down her neck, pausing to lick and suck the spot over her pulse point as his hand cupped her breast, kneading, his fingers plucking at her pebbled nipple.

"Spike," she ran her hands over his back, into his hair, pressing his head into her neck. "Need you, Spike," she moaned, shivering as he sucked on her neck. "Oh, goddess, Spike, please," she wrapped her legs around him and shifted until his cock head was pressing against her opening.

"Willow," Spike protested, "wanna give you pleasure."

"You’re gonna," Willow growled. "Want you inside me, now," she thrust her hips forward and took him in.

"Bloody...fuck!" Spike groaned as she closed around him. "Willow! Oh, god, so hot," he rambled, "so tight, feels so good."

"Oh, Spike, yes, you feel wonderful, knew you would," Willow babbled along with him as he thrust into her.

"Willow, oh, Willow," Spike mumbled her name as he pumped into her. "Feel so good, smell so good, wonder how you taste."

"Spike," Willow tilted her head to give him better access to her neck, then pressed on the back of his head. "Please," she pleaded.

Spike morphed and dragged his fangs lightly over her skin. Willow moaned and shivered, pressing harder on his head. Spike growled, then sank his fangs into her, slowly drawing her blood out of her, savoring the taste of her.

"Spi-ike!" Willow screamed as she felt him pull her blood out of her all the way down to her core. "Spike, oh, goddess, Sp-Spike!" she came, her body shaking.

Spike stopped sucking and withdrew his fangs as her muscles clenched around him, milking his release.

"Willow," he whispered her name as he licked the bite mark.

"Spike," she whispered back, her arms and legs still wrapped around him, not wanting to let go.

"Love you, Red," Spike’s voice was low.

"Love you, too, Spike," Willow said. She pulled on his hair and he lifted his head. She looked into his eyes, blue with flecks of amber, then kissed him. "So long," she said against his lips. "Wanted you so long."

"All ya had ta do was say so," he smirked down at her, then kissed her again, his already hard cock moving inside her.

***

"Buffy," Xander groaned as he pulled out of her. "God, Buffy, I love you," he whispered in her neck. "Seems like I’ve loved you forever."

"Xander," Buffy ran her fingers over his face and into his hair, brushing it back from his face, only to watch it fall forward again. "I love you, too. Couldn’t see it before. Don’t know why I can see it now, but I do. Xander," she breathed his name.

"What?" he asked against her lips.

"Let’s find a bed, my back is killing me!"

***

"Connor?" Dawn whispered his name.

"Ungh?" he responded.

"Uh, you alright?" she asked worriedly.

"Uh huh," he sounded like he could barely talk. "Are we dead?" he asked.

"No!" Dawn giggled. "That was...I mean, I’ve never...but, that...wow!"

"Uh huh," Connor repeated. "Is it always like this?" he asked.

"Uh, well, I wouldn’t know," Dawn reminded him.

"Oh, right," he finally lifted his head, looking down at her through half-lidded eyes.

"What’s wrong?" she asked after he’d been staring at her for a while.

"Don’t know," he said. "I feel really weird."

"Sick weird or oh-my-god-what-have-I-done weird?" she asked.

"More like, oh-my-god-is-this-what-love-feels-like weird," he said.

"Oh," Dawn swallowed hard. "Does it feel good?" she asked.

"Yes," he said, "and it hurts like hell."

"Oh, well, then I think that’s what love feels like," Dawn smiled up at him. "Right here?" she asked, rubbing her hand over her heart.

"Right there," Connor agreed.

"Me, too," Dawn said. "So, come here often?" she joked, trying to lighten the suddenly too-serious mood.

Connor frowned at her in confusion.

"Oh, well, never mind, not very funny," she said.

Connor lifted up and pulled the skirt of Dawn’s dress down, then lay beside her, pulling her against him.

"Never been here before," he said. "You’ll have to help me through it."

"Me neither. You’ll have to help me, too."

"Okay," he leaned down and kissed her.

End Part Seven

Anya shot up in the bed, looking around, still half-asleep. After a short look at the man who was still partially wrapped around her, the memories of their lovemaking came back to her.

“You gave me the best orgasm ever,” the ex-demon whispered as she stroked Giles' arm.

Anya felt strange. All these years she had been so sure that Xander was the man she loved, and now she knew that that had been wrong.

She had always felt something special for the Watcher, but she had never known how love felt, or what friendship was, so it was really no wonder that she had made a mistake.

With a need that only a woman could understand, she began to brutally shake Giles out of his dreams.

“Old man, wake up. Giles, wake up!” she said again and again, until the Watcher opened his left eye to look at her.

“Anya, why aren`t you sleeping, darling?” he mumbled into her breast, now directly in front of his lips, after he had lifted his head.

“I need to tell you something.” A cold hand seemed to grab hold of his heart as Anya's voice got serious.

“I can not marry Xander,” she said, and then she smiled.

Now Giles was confused. He had expected tears, and screaming, with her telling him that this had been wrong and she never wanted to see him again, but not this statement.

Anya had enough of waiting, so she grabbed Giles by his hair and pulled on it until he was facing her.

“You must now say that you love me, then you will kiss me, and then I will tell you that I love you more than anything," she instructed him.

Again he could only stare at her.

“I saw this in one of those films Willow's always watching. You know, with all the romance.” She wanted to say more, but the Watcher, happier than he had been in years, grabbed her and kissed her with much noise.

“I love you, Anya, and I don’t want you to marry Xander.” This made the ex-demon smile, and after he kissed her again, she did what she had to.

“I love you, Giles, more than anything.” She giggled, bouncing on the bed, this was just like in the film.

“And now I want more orgasms.”

---

Angel made his way back into the house through a secret door that he, in his old days as Angelus, had not really used, but knew that Spike had used when he still played at being paraplegic.

“Where are we going?” an already half-asleep Cordelia, whom he held in his arms, asked, speaking for the first time since she had passed out from the power of her last orgasm.

Angel stopped and kissed her on the forehead, his chest hurting with all the love he felt for his seer.

“I'm taking you to bed, my queen, and I didn’t want to disturb Conner and Dawn, who are sleeping.”

Cordelia, unable to concentrate, only nodded, rubbing her nose on Angel's hard, naked chest.

“I love how you smell.” Angel lay her on the bed and smiled.

“Is that all you love?” he asked, stroking her hair.

“Yes,” she giggled as the vampire growled at her.

Grabbing a cushion, she hit Angel on the head.

“Or maybe not. There is something more. I love you.”

And then the couple laid back and exchanged tendernesses, again and again, until they fell asleep, having told each other about their love.

---

Joyce, who still stood with her hands over her eyes, had to smile as she heard each of the couples talking for the first time about their love.

“Do you think they will ever figure out that we had something to do with all of this?” she asked the other ghost.

“I don`t think so,” Tara responded.

The two women had found each other in heaven and both, not ready to forget their old lives and the ones they loved, had agreed to watch over them together.

What they had seen had not been good and, after they had tried many things, they had seen a chance in Xander and his doubts about his marriege to Anya.

“I still can't believe how easy it was,” Tara mumbled as she remembered how one night she had spoken to Xander while he was asleep.

It had been so easy to whisper in his ear that only Willow and her magic could help him find out if he was doing the right thing.

And knowing that Willow would do it for her best friend, they only had to hope that the plan would work out.

They had thought about spiking the punch, but they had not had to in the end. Two teenagers who only had eyes for each other had made it easy for them, and so they only had to sit back and watch. At least, Tara had.

“I think we should go now. Do you want to take one last look at your two girls?” Tara asked her companion, knowing that this was something the mother needed to do to be ready to start a new life.

“Are they finished? Because the things I heard make me think that I don`t want to see what they're doing,” Joyce said, laughing as she pressed her hands over her ears, her eyes still closed.

“They're asleep. They're all sleep.”

Tara looked at all her friends and her lover one last time.

“They all look so happy,” Joyce said, happy and sad at the same time.

“They are happy!” the witch responded.

“Goodbye, my loved ones,” the ghosts whispered, holding hands. “And did you see Spike when the Furby™ spoke?” both women laughed, and then they disappeared.

End