A Long Night

TITLE: A Long Night (Part Three of the Night and Day Series)
AUTHOR: Tienco (tienco@msn.com)
COUPLE: W/S/X (yea, with my track record, like you are shocked that Xander joined in)
RATING: NC-17 sorta kinda for the first part. WAY NC-17 for the second.
DISTRIBUTION: My site!! www.oocities.org/tienco_21 and various lists. Ask if you want it, I'll let you have it. Oh, Kylia, and Jai can always have it. . .if I've given you permission for something else, you are welcome to this.
DISCLAIMER: All belongs to Joss Whedon. Gosh, I wish I were Joss. I'd have such a good time with Spike. . .and Angel. . .and Xander. . .and Graham. . . and Lindsey. . .throw Willow and Faith in there and it's a party!!
FEEDBACK: Of *course*. Makes me write more.
SPOILERS: Hmm. . .anything after season four.
SUMMARY: Spike finds out about Willow's. . .other personality
NOTES: Well, you guys wanted a series to Queen of the Night. . .
DEDICATION: To Jinni. Yep. Jinni. She's coolie. To everyone who *loved* Queen of the Night

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"Oooh, god, Xander. . .yea, I like it when you do *that*. . .touch me. . .yea, baby, right there. . ."

Willow frowned at the television. "Is Anya always so. . .vocal?"

Xander rolled his eyes slightly, wrapping his arm around Willow's shoulders. "Yea. She likes to talk. I can mute it. . ."

The two were sitting in Xander's dank basement, watching the tape Anya affectionately called 'Xander and Anya's Romp In the Hay.' Willow shook her head, laughing. "No, but I'll let you know if it gets too much. Where did she come up with the *name*? It's like. . .a bad 70's Porn."

Xander chuckled. "I know! I keep expecting cheesy disco music to pour from the speakers."

Willow squealed, and jumped up, running to his stereo. Xander turned, resting his chin on the back of the couch. He and Willow had been best friends for as long as he could remember, and they'd led the 'Night Life' longer than Buffy had been in town. It was something they started when they were still a part of the three, something they wanted that was special. Something away from Jesse. Now, the two of them loved Jesse to death, but he was always involved with everything, and the two missed the time they had together.

They started sneaking into the Bronze when they were barely thirteen, by way of some *really* good fake IDs Willow made for them. The tradition of at least one night out a week as their alternate personalities remained long after Jesse died, and Buffy came to town. They both acted and dressed so differently as Bob McDaniel and Jennifer Carpenter that if anyone ever came across them that they knew from school or whatnot, they would have no clue that it was really Xander Harris and Willow Rosenberg.

Xander was pulled out of his memories of the last seven years of their lives by the loud blaring sound of disco music. He groaned, laughing softly. "You are a nut, you realize that, right?"

She spun around, dancing to the music, her hands running through her hair seductively. "Perhaps, but you still love me."

Xander smirked. "Love you I do, Jennifer Carpenter."

"So why don't you come over here and prove it then, Bob McDaniel?" she said, running her hands down her sides. She closed her eyes and swayed to the music, completely wrapped up in the moment.

Xander's eyes darkened as thoughts of throwing her down and pounding into her flashed through his mind. The two had fooled around, several times, in fact. Long before the Ozs or the Cordelia Chases entered their lives, but had never ever had sex. It was something that just hadn't happened. The time hadn't been right, or she wasn't ready, or he wasn't ready. But tonight. . .tonight looked like it would be the night. Buffy and Riley were out on a date, Anya was off with demon friends of hers. . .there was no one there to interrupt *their* time.

He got up and moved around the couch, never taking his eyes off the writhing beauty in front of him. He had wanted this for so long, wanted to feel her underneath him, caressing him, stroking him. . .

He hardened, knowing it was about to happen.

There was a loud banging on the door.

Willow's eyes flew open. "The tape!" she mouthed, rushing for the closet.

Xander spun around, turning the tape off, muting the TV. He glanced down at his leather pants and silk shirt, hurriedly pulling the shirt off, and trying to slide out of the pants. "Hold on!" he yelled. "Just a second!"

Finally getting the leather pants off, he grabbed a pair of Tweety Bird boxers and slid them over his bare ass. He went to the door and opened it. He held his breath, hoping they wouldn't be caught.

He visibly relaxed when he realized it was Spike. "Oh, god, it's only you."

A scarred eyebrow rose. "Only me?"

Xander rolled his eyes and turned, walking back into the main area of the basement. He looked over his shoulder, making sure Spike walked in and shut the door, and that he was alone. Once that was done, Xander raised his voice over the bad disco on the radio. "S'ok, Wills, you can come out."

A red head poked out from around the closet door, then sighed visibly when she realized it was Spike. She walked out, shutting the door behind her.

"You know, I'm still the Big Bad," Spike smirked, crossing his arms.

Willow looked up at him, rolling her eyes. "Yea, k, Spike, whatever." She went back to the couch, throwing herself down on it. < Damn, Spike, for messing up my seduction of Xander. > She crossed her arms and frowned, trying to think of some spell that would hurt the blonde. < Perhaps I can turn him into a frog. > She shivered, imagining a frog with fangs jumping around. "Eww," she said softly.

Xander threw himself down on the couch next to her, picking up the remote. He looked up at Spike. "Well? You gonna sit, or you gonna watch us watch the movie?"

"So you two are just going to bloody ignore me? We have to talk about this, what the two of you do at night," Spike said, sitting in Xander's recliner.

"Why?" Willow shrugged. "We aren't hurting anyone. I don't think we have to talk about anything. Besides, it's not your place to tell us how to run our lives. So either enjoy it, or get the fuck out."

Spike blinked. "Uh, whatever, chit," he growled. "What are you watching?" he asked, sitting back. He lit a cigarette. "And please turn that god-awful disco crap off."

"Nope, every movie needs music," Xander smirked, hitting play.

Spike turned his head, blinking in shock. It was Xander. Xander's naked back and ass, and he was pounding into someone. Spike couldn't really see the girl he was pounding into, nor could he hear anything being said, because of the mute function being turned on, but ever so often, he'd see a flash of auburn hair. He knew it was Anya.

The scene shifted and Xander was sitting on the edge of the bed, the auburn headed girl on her knees in front of him, her head bobbing up and down, practically engulfing his cock. Spike shifted, cursing himself for getting hard. This was Xander Harris. He wasn't supposed to get turned on by that lean body, watching the look on his face as his girlfriend sucked his dick.

He glanced over, biting his bottom lip. Willow was curled to Xander's side, watching with wide eyes. She had one of her fingers in her mouth, sucking on it softly, eyes closing ever so often. Her pale pink tongue swirled around her digit, teasing it as she would a dick.

Xander was shifting uncomfortably, the head of his erect cock peaking out of the hideously ugly white Tweety Bird boxers he was wearing. The small beads of precum glistened in the dim light of the basement. Spike watched as Willow absentmindedly reached down and brushed her thumb along the head of his cock, then moved her hand to her lips, closing her eyes yet again as she slowly ran her tongue along the tip of her finger.

Xander pushed her away slightly and lifted his hips, pulling his boxers off. He was completely naked, and completely oblivious to Spike sitting five feet away from him. The human's gaze was locked on the TV, watching himself get sucked off. "Damn," Xander hissed, wrapping his hand around his hard cock and stroking it slowly. "That's kinda sexy."

Willow turned her head, looking up at him. She ran her hand down his chest, the chuckle coming from deep in her throat. "I think it's very sexy. I wish the girl had long red hair, but seeing you. . ." She smirked. "When I'm in that position, I'm usually too busy to watch your face."

Xander glanced at her and smiled, ducking his head to place a soft kiss on her lips. "I like when you are in that position." He ran his fingers through her hair, clutching the red tresses tightly.

Willow smirked. "You just want me to suck your cock."

He nudged her head down slightly, but never forced her. "Just as much as you want me to throw you down and lick your clit."

Willow winked. "I'll do you if you do me."

"As if you'd have to ask me twice," Xander purred.

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