Author: Angel the Part-time Succubus (Angelia Sparrow)

Email: valarltd@hotmail.com

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Anya invites Xander over for some fun.

Spoilers: The Wish, the Zeppo

Disclaimer: These are not my character.  They belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and WB.
I receive no monetary gain for these stories.

Distribution: Any and all.  You want it, you got it.

Feedback: Yes please!

Author's note: PWP, my first real shot at writing consentual male sex.
 

He woke in the alley to hunger and a pain where he had fallen.  Somehow, Sunnydale felt
different tonight.  The little blonde at the end of the alley would make a perfect late night snack.
It wasn't like him to fall asleep during the night, and he wondered if there had been a fight.

As he approached, the girl turned.  "Hello, Xander. I've been expecting you.  I'm Anya, formerly
Anyanka, patron of scorned women."  She held out a bag of blood and a pointed straw.  "A to-go
dinner.  I have a proposition for you."

He looked around for the first time.  Businesses were open, and humans walked the streets.  The
bag of blood kept drawing his attention until he finally snatched it from her hand and guzzled it.
Sated, he finally spoke.

"An alternate universe, right?  This isn't my Sunnydale.  Where's Willow?"

"Safe at home, waiting for you.  You'll be here for 48 hours, and then you'll return not 2 minutes
after you left.  She'll think you just stepped out of the room.  Do what I want and you'll be
cuddling your yellow-eyed honey in 2 days.  Fail me and you're dust."

Anya filled him in on the details as she guided him to her apartment against the coming sunrise.

**
Xander had been surprised during Friday's history class when Anya asked him over for pizza and
movies.  The pizza had been called in and now they were having a huge fight in the video store.
It seemed Anya hated both SF and the Stooges, preferring dumb girl movies like _Titanic_ and
_Ghost_.  They compromised.  Walking out with _Much Ado about Nothing_, _Monty Python
and the Holy Grail_ and _Heavy Metal_, they picked up the pizzas from Little Caesars and Anya
drove home.

Anya insisted on the Shakespeare first.  Xander addressed himself to the pizza and prepared to
be bored.  Somehow, it was actually funny, and he understood it better than he had when they
had read it in class.  Michael Keaton as Dogsbreath, the constable, cracked him up.

As the last hey, nonny, nonny faded over the credits, he noticed it was getting dark.  Anya had
promised to drive him home.  She excused herself.  Finding the other Xander just waking up, she
gave him his cue, a blood bag and a kiss. She returned to find Monty Python about to start.

"Now, no quoting" she insisted, know he would be unable to resist Robin's minstrels, the Holy
Hand Grenade of Antioch, or the Castle Perilous.

The scene with the virgins demanding their spankings got to him every time.  Anya leaned over
and whispered, "Do you want to spank me?"

Flustered, Xander couldn't answer.  He kissed her instead, the only right answer.  She smiled and
pushed him back on the couch.

"Is this going to get perilous?" he asked.

"And after the spanking, the oral sex."  She stripped off her shirt and bra.

"You're the one who said no quoting.  Can I have just a little peril?"

"No, no," came a familiar voice doing a really bad John Cleese.  "It's too perilous."

Xander almost toppled Anya off of him and came face to face with his vampire self.  The boy
was a couple years younger and pale.  He reached for the cross he always carried.  He wasn't
sure about all the religious baggage that went with it, but he knew it repelled vampires.  Giles
said it, he'd seen it.  That settled it.  But the cross was gone and the stake as well.

"Now boys, you don't need to fight.  Xander Harris, your other self.  Let's see to keep things
straight, I'll call you Xander," she nodded to the mortal one, "and you Harris" she nodded to the
vampire one.  "Now, the reason he's here is that one of you isn't enough.  I discovered that last
weekend when we made love.  You finish and you fall asleep, and I still have a dozen orgasms
waiting."

"Look, I thought twenty was plenty before falling unconscious from exhaustion," Xander
retorted.  Harris laughed.  "Well, she had twenty.  I got to four."

Harris grabbed Anya and kissed her savagely.  "Since satisfying her completely between now
and 3 AM Sunday morning is the only way I'll get home, shall we give it a try?" he asked his
human self.  "Unless you really want me in your world.  I tore my parents' throats out.  Doing it
again would only be more satisfying.  And Anya told me you'd seen what I did to Willow.  Your
world could be a lot of fun..."  He trailed off and returned his attention to Anya.

Xander watched himself kiss Anya, and suddenly was overwhelmed with desire.  This was too
weird, but it was turning him on.  He joined the embrace.  As Harris left her lips to nibble her
neck, Xander claimed them.  The faint iron taste of blood in her mouth from the vampire's kiss
aroused him.  Anya slipped one hand onto the front of his sweat pants, and one onto the front of
Harris' tight jeans, and squeezed hard, getting their instant attention.

"A few rules.  No biting.  Harris, you've already fed, so don't be a glutton.  Nibble all you want,
but don't break the skin.  And safe sex only.  Since Xander is stuck with condoms, so are you.
I'm on the Pill, but let's not take our chances."  She disentangled herself and stripped down.
The boys followed suit.  They snuck surreptitious glances at the other, amazed at the similarity
of body.

She pushed Xander to lie flat on the floor, and rolled a condom down him.  Straddling his hips,
she engulfed him in one smooth move.  She beckoned Harris to come around.  He stood over his
prone self, and let Anya suck him.  Xander thrust his hips in the slow way Anya had taught him
she liked, and she moaned around the vampire's cock.  She ground herself against his hipbone,
and he could feel the dampness collecting in the hollow between stomach and pelvis.  She threw
her head back, losing her suction on the vampire, and yelled as she hit her first climax of the
evening.

Harris moved behind her, and nudged Xander's legs apart.  Wet from her saliva, he slipped one
finger into her, stroking his double as well.  The wet finger slid softly into her ass.  She thrust
back against it, and came again.

"One finger's that good, what's my whole cock going to do to you?" he hissed in her ear.  "Or
should I wiggle it into the front and rub against myself?"

"Shut up and sodomize me!" she demanded, leaning forward to kiss Xander.  Harris grinned
evilly at his twin and forced himself in.  He had dried out a little and she yelled.  "Take it out!  It
hurts so bad!"  She buried her face in Xander's shoulder and bit on his collarbone in agony.

"C'mon Harris," he moaned, "She's breaking the bones here!"

The vampire, disappointed, vacated Anya's body.  She sobbed on the human's shoulder.  She
looked up, her eyes still bright with tears.  "Try again.  I've heard it doesn't hurt as badly the
second time.  There's lubricant in the end-table drawer."

Harris found the small bottle and used it liberally.  He tried again.  "Virgin ass.  The best kind.  I
can't believe you haven't done this yet, Xander."  He was lodged deep, and the only sound out of
Anya was a mewl of pleasure.

"She never asked me to. We've been too busy."  It was so bizarre talking to himself, seeing his
own face over Anya's shoulder.

He caught a glimpse in the large mirror over the TV.  It was just him and Anya doing the nasty,
but looking away he could see himself behind her as well.  The feeling of another cock rubbing
his through a thin membrane was uncomfortably close to queer for him, but he rationalized it
was his own.

They set up a steady pace, rocking Anya between them.  When one pulled in, the other pulled
out.  She leaned forward to kiss Xander and then tilted her head back to kiss Harris.  She
skyrocketed through half a dozen more climaxes, before Xander's control weakened enough that
he came with her with a shuddering gasp.

"Your turn, Harris," he quipped.

"Can't," the vampire's face was a mask of strain.  "Not without blood."  He desperately wanted
to cum but couldn't.

"Harris, out.  Go wash yourself," Anya commanded.   "There's anti-bacterial soap in the
bathroom.  I want more of you.  Let's try that again with you on the bottom."

While he was gone, Anya lay next to Xander.  He stroked her breasts lovingly, and kissed her
slowly and thoroughly. "I was right," she said.  "Two is better than one.  I'll let him bite me, and
have his orgasm when he's under me.  Do you want to.." she trailed off as Xander lowered his
head to suck at one pale pink nipple.  Harris came back, and she beckoned him in.

He kissed her and lowered his head to the other nipple.  She looked down at the young men, and
climaxed again from the sheer eroticism of the sight.  Seized by the same idea, both trailed one
hand down between her legs.  Side by side, they each slid one finger into her, and gave each
other a grin around the nipples they were sucking.  Encouraged by the squirming, a second finger
from each left her filled to the brim.  Xander raised his head slightly and blew over the nipple,
chilling it to aching hardness.  Harris sucked his deeper in, and rubbed it gently between his
molars.  Anya moaned and thrust against their hands, wanting more, wanting these two
handsome young men to make love to her again.  Their thumbs vied for position over her
clitoris, and she wailed in ecstacy.

She came down, and took some initiative of her own.  She grasped both cocks, and announced,
"I want you in me again.  Same song, second verse, this time with the roles reversed."

Harris turned onto his back and laughed at his double as Anya rolled the condom over him.
"She's been around you too long."  Instead of letting her engulf him, he grasped her hips and
skewered her roughly.  "I don't think you brought me over so I could play mirror image to your
human lover.  I think you want it like a vampire can do it.  Do you miss the Other Plane Anya?"

"Yes," she sighed.  "yes to all of it.  I brought you to inspire my Xander.  He's good, but you're
more practiced.  I miss Mama Lillith and Papa Asmodeus.  And I miss the sex.  Humans are so
limited.  No turning into nagas, no lovemaking in hot lava pools, and no lovely incubi.  Can you
be a true demon for me?"

Harris morphed into game face, startling his double.  His hands, talons now, clutched at Anya's
breasts, pulling and twisting the nipples like taffy.  She sobbed under his touch, and begged for
more.  He slammed his cock into her again and again, until the sound of their bodies crashing
together had left Xander rock hard again.

"Do her ass, Xander.  Don't lube.  She wants it like this," Harris snarled at him.

"I'll hurt her."  He touched the bruise where she had bitten him in her pain.

"Do it!" she yelled, rocked by another orgasm that seemed more wrenched from her than
pleasurable.

Memories of darkness and the smell of hyena rose over Xander, and suddenly, he found himself
on his knees,  shoving her forward and ramming into her back passage.  She wailed, and
wriggled under him.  He clutched her hips and held her motionless.  The pace was different,
harder, wilder.  They pulled out and thrust back in unison, until Anya ceased wailing and gasped
in a starry eyed place where thought was impossible.

Xander felt his climax building, imminent.  He pushed her forward, dangling her breasts above
Harris' face.  "Bite her.  Come with me.  Don't take more than you need."

The vampire's fangs sank smoothly into the flushed coral aureola.  Anya shuddered into yet
another orgasm, as the two men spent themselves in her service.

Exhausted, the three collapsed in a heap.  Anya lay tangled with her lovers, enjoying the mirror
images.  Eventually, she excused herself to the bathroom.  The bed was so inviting she never
returned to the living room.

The TV was running snow.  And the two Xanders looked at each other.

"I don't think she's coming back.  I gotta go to the bathroom."  On the way back, Xander
glanced in to see Anya snoring on her bed.

"She's asleep," he informed Harris.  The vampire had started the VCR and was watching
_Heavy Metal_.

"Always liked this one.  I have this thing for Taarna.  It's been a while since I spent an evening
on the couch watching a movie." he commented.  "Will always has better ideas."  Xander
struggled back into his sweats, while Harris disappeared, only to emerge in a terry-cloth
bathrobe.

"So what's Willow really like in your world?" Xander asked as 'Veteran of the Psychic Wars'
played softly on the screen.  "When she was here, she was scared and confused.  A little lost.
And a whole lot hot for our Willow.  But she was beautiful.  Beautiful in a way our Willow
isn't."

"She's my childe, my mate, and the Master's most trusted servant.  I turned her less than six
months after I came over.  She's very powerful.  Still a witch, but with all the time in the world
to study.  She is crazy about me, but sometimes she gets out of line and I have to punish her."
The evil grin on the vampire's face left no doubt he enjoyed these sessions.

"Ppppunish?  How?"

"Cut off her legs and arms once.  She'd gotten uppity and tried to beat me in a fight.  I chained
her torso to the bed and fucked her all day everyday.  I fed her when I felt she earned it.  Her
arms grew back first, and then her legs.  I had to teach her to walk again, and hunt."  Harris
smiled in wistful memory, ignoring the shock and horror on Xander's face.

"No more or I'm going to be sick."

"Sorry, keep forgetting you're not a demon.  So, have you done Willow yet?"

"What?  No.  Just Anya and Faith.  We did get into horizontal smoochies."

"Who's Faith?"

"The other slayer."

"Two slayers?  The idiot demoness brought me to a world with two slayers?  I think I'll go home
quietly.  How'd you end up with two slayers?"

"The Master killed Buffy.  I CPR'ed her back to life.  But while she was dead, Kendra was
activated.  And when Kendra died, Faith was activated.  So we have two slayers."

"And you fucked one of them.  This is one crazy universe."

"Well, actually she pounced on me."

"Like I'm about to."

"Excuse me?  I'm not gay!"

"It's not gay.  It's masturbation.  I'm you.  You're me.  And there but for getting bit..." Hearing
the echo of Willow's words out of the vampire's mouth startled Xander almost as much as the
hand down his pants.  "You're so warm.  You and Anya both.  I haven't been warm for a very
long time.  If I were to take you (and don't think I can't or won't), your ass would be like
plunging my cock into fire.  Yours would be like a roman candle in my mouth."

He flipped the older boy over beneath him.  "Tell me the truth, Xander, did you sprain your neck
when you were 13?  I did."

"Yeah."  The hand stroking him to hardness was a barrier to thought.  "Told mom and dad I fell
out of bed.  Told Wills the same.  They all believed me.  The brace itched so bad all the time."

"And I never told anyone I'd done it trying to get my cock in my mouth.  Did you?"

"Noooo," he sighed.  The hand was doing the light twisty stroke that was his favorite.  "This is
so weird.  Like my hand is numb.  You touch me the way I do."

"I was going to say cock, because you feel like me only warm in my hand."  Harris shed the
robe.  "I want you to suck me.  I want to suck you.  Shut your eyes and we'll pretend we're
blowing our own horns."

"Uh, Harris.  If you need to bite me to come, do it while sucking me."

Harris leaned in and kissed him.  "You think like I do.  I would love to take you back with me.
We'll come together, Xander.  Now, open your mouth and shut your eyes."

"Not a real big surprise, but more than enough."  He obeyed the vampire's order and found his
mouth filled with cold flesh as a cold mouth wrapped around his own.

A truly bizarre sensation, knowing that he was sucking another cock and loving it.  Whenever he
ran his tongue along one side, Harris did the same, imitating his every move.  Well, he'd show
his double he could play the mirror game too.  Despite having cum twice for Anya, he found he
was nearing orgasm.  The balls pressing on his nose were twitching too.  He felt fangs graze the
skin at the base of his penis and when Harris bit him, he bit back, feeling his mouth fill with cold
fluid.  He swallowed, feeling the other do the same.

Harris crawled up beside him, a faint drop of blood still on his lips and an indescribably sexy
look on his face.  Xander just had to lean in and kiss him.  Even the kiss was weird.  They knew
each others most sensitive spots and worked them effectively with teeth and tongue and lips.
Eventually Xander came up for air, aroused again.

"You're a little pale, Xander.  You're starting look like me."  The vampire pinned him down,
and snarled in his face.  "I want to fuck you, human.  I want to feel your mortal heat around me.
I want to drain you until you're as pale as I am."  He kissed Xander again, invasively, roughly,
shifting to game face and dragging fangs over the other boy's lip.  "Do you want to live forever?
Pale, and beautiful and mine?"

"Uh, no.  But I want to fuck you.  I want to heat your dead coldness with my body.  I want to feel
your fangs as you bite me in order to cum, and do it with me.  God, we're so not straight
anymore."

"I love you."  The words had never come from Harris' mouth, but now they felt right.

"I am you," Xander reminded him.

"We're so a pair of narcissists."

"Hey, I'm a necrophialic narcissist."  They laughed until they had to kiss each other again.
"Buffy and Soulboy have nothing on me."  Suddenly, the fierceness in his double's eyes startled
him to silence.

"I'm serious, Xander.  I could turn you, and have Anya send you home with me.  We'd hunt all
night, make love to Willow all day.  Maybe she'd even let us play with the Puppy.  I mean it,
come home with me."

"I can't.  My Willow needs me."

"We could bring her too.  My Willow would love us forever for such a present."

"Cordelia needs me."

"We ate Cordelia."

"Me too.  She showed me how, 'cause the first time I was clueless.  I tried tongue-fucking her,
but that just didn't work, She stopped me, taught me about her twat and says I'm pretty good at
it."

"Does Anya know?"

"Just that I'm really good."

"Hmmm.  Actually, I meant that Willow and I _ate_ Cordelia.  The 'We hate Cordelia Club' got
its final revenge.  You mean you're fucking her too?  Damn but you do get around.  Why
couldn't I get that much action when I was alive?"

"No, just eating and fingering.  She's not really sure yet.  But Anya keeps inviting me over.  And
about every other week, Faith and I shag like crazed weasels."

"I still can't believe my other self is doing a Slayer!  And I still want you!'

"Is it going to hurt?  It seemed to hurt Anya."

"I'll be nice.  Slow with lots of lube.  It won't hurt too badly.  Not like when Will lets me do
Puppy."

"Willow's allergic to dogs.  She can't have a puppy," Xander babbled.

"No, just a wussy ensouled vampire that likes humans.  We captured him trying to save a bunch.
Now he's just Will's toy.  She calls him puppy and makes him bark."

"Angel?  Wait a minute, you fuck Angel?"

"Only when Willow lets me.  He is hers after all.  Now roll over."

"Hold on, I'm still trying to get around this whole 'my other self is sleeping with Willow and
raping Angel on a regular basis' thing."

"What's you're problem?  I got past the Slayer thing.  Now, roll over, and let's do this or I will
make it hurt."  Seeing no choice, Xander rolled onto his stomach and braced himself.  "Here,
tuck this under you."  A sofa pillow nudged at his hips.  One well-lubricated finger found its way
into him, feeling his heat and tightness.  "You're a virgin!"

"You aren't?  I mean, I know you do it, but get it done too?"

"Nah.  The older vamps use it to keep fledglings in line.  And the Master does it to assert
dominance over everyone new.  I was his favorite for a while, until I gave him Willow.  Relax.
I'll go slow."  A second finger joined the first, spreading Xander wider.  "Since I'm already
dead, I'll skip the condom thing.  Not like you could catch anything."  Harris pressed the very
well lubricated head of his cock along the cleft of Xander's ass.  "I'm going in, lover.  Relax if
you can."

Slowly, he pressed against the tight ring, entering with an almost audible "pop."  Xander gasped
but didn't cry out.  Harris paused and slid the rest of the way in.

"Oh!"

"Are you hurt?"

"No.  You're cold.  And this whole thing feels weird.  And I got a very bizarre tingle a second
ago."

"This?"  Harris probed and was rewarded with a shudder.  "That's your prostate.  You know,
what the old geezers have trouble with.  Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Oh yeah.  Harder?" he asked tenatively.

Harris grinned wickedly and sped up.  Xander was so hot, and so tight, this wasn't going to last.
But for now, he buried himself in the flaming hot body of his doppelganger.

"Xander, I need to drink."  He kissed the older boy's neck and shoulder.

"You're close?"

"Yeah.  I won't take it all."

"Do it.  Right there, between shoulder and neck."  Harris nibbled and Xander moaned, "Yes!
There!"  He cried out as the fangs bit into his neck and he felt his life seeping out.  But the sheer
eroticism of the bite overcame the pain.  He was hard against the pillow and rubbed his hips on
it.  Just a little relief, but not an orgasm.  He would save that for his turn.

The coldness inside him became even colder.  Harris removed his fangs and merely lay atop
Xander, letting himself soften.  He kissed the bite, licking away some stray blood, and rolled off.
Xander rolled onto his side and faced him.

They leaned in for a kiss, and then Xander excused himself to the bathroom.  The whole
experience was new and different, but enjoyable.  He needed a few moments to himself.  As he
cleaned up, he noticed the cum was tinged with blood.  It gave him a start, until he realized he
had seen the same in the condom with Anya.  He returned to where his vampire self was waiting.

So, that's it.  I'm officially bisexual now," Xander sighed as he lay back down beside his double,
wrapping his mind around the concept with surprising ease.

"No more so than if you'd shoved a couple fingers up your ass while playing with yourself,"
Harris leered.  "And if you're that close to me, you've done that too.  Besides, I think it's your
turn to be on top."

Harris handed him the lubricant and rolled onto his stomach.  "You don't have to lube if you
don't want to.  But it will be easier for us both."

Xander spread it carefully on himself, and rubbed Harris' ass, spreading the cheeks gently.  He
didn't want to hurt the vampire, not after he'd been so gentle.  Slowly he positioned the head of
his cock against the tight sphincter and pressed.

He'd not done this with any of them: not Cordy, not Faith, not Anya (although that would
change, he told himself) and most certainly not Willow.  He was inside almost before he realized
it.  The vampire was cool around him, soothing and tight.  Harris moaned and pressed back
against him.

"Faster," the vampire hissed.  "C'mon, Xander, fuck me like a man."

Abandoning the slow and gentle route, he clutched Harris' hips and pounded his cock, feeling
the passage loosen around him.  He'd always been afraid to do the girls like this.  Even wild
Faith was far more fragile than he was.  Now, he slammed his cock into his double, wringing
moans and complimentary thrusts from Harris.

It was too much, too quickly.  And even the other three orgasms of the night didn't stop a fourth
from welling within him.    With a yell, he shot deep and hard, flooding the vampire with his
heat, before collapsing atop him.

"Mmmm, very nice.  You cum like a volcano."

"And you like an iceberg."

They lay in each other's arms, recovering, as Taarna and her bird soared across the screen.

"Not sure I'll be able to get it up when Anya wakes up."

"Nope.  Let's watch the movie, and sleep.  We'll deal with the demoness in the morning.  Shit!
The sliding door.  I have to sleep in her room.  Draw the curtain, Xander.  And watch the rest of
the flick."

"Then the rest of Holy Grail?"

"If you can stay awake."

"Any pizza left?"

"Dunno.  Can't stand it anymore.  Damn garlic.  Have a coke."

Xander sat up, drinking the soda, and Harris lay watching him.  The human was very pale.

"You are incredibly beautiful, Xander.  You look like I do.  Last call."  The vampire's eyes were
serious.  "Come home with me.  Please?"

"I can't."  He slid back into his duplicate's arms.  "I love you.  And I will always remember.  But
I can't leave my world.  Maybe Anya could bring you over regularly."

"Maybe.  Watch the movie, Xander."

The boys drifted off as the last of John Williams' score rolled over them, human and vampire in
an indistinguishable tangle of limbs.

Anya peeked out from the bedroom where she had watched the whole thing.  "Now that's
entertainment."