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Xander's body tingled and shivered with extreme pleasure as he teetered on the very edge of orgasm. Then, Spike slammed his thick cock deep inside of him and shuddered violently. Xander could feel the shifting of his lover's face against his neck as Spike's gameface came to the fore, brow ridges pressing tightly to his sweaty skin. Another shudder against his back, hips humping impossibly closer to his ass as cold thick seed flooded his guts. That was enough to send him over the edge. With a howl, his muscles spasmed and twitched as his hard cock jerked and pumped hot seed onto the sheets below him.
Limbs shaking with aftershocks and exhaustion, Xander collapsed onto the rumpled and soiled bed, his lover's slowly softening cock still inside of his body. A half a second later, Spike's cool solid weight pressed against his sweaty back, squashing him into the mattress delightfully. Xander sighed in contentment.
"...oh my god..."
The words were soft, little more than a whisper. But that wasn't what caught Xander and Spike's attention. It was the fact that the words were whispered in tones of unutterable horror and disbelief. Slowly, with chills creeping up both of their spines, they turned their heads to look towards the bedroom door.
And saw Anya standing there, her pale face drawn with shock.
Xander stared at his girlfriend, painfully aware that he was laying on their bed naked with another person. A male person. And that they were still intimately joined, the evidence of their passion drying on their skin, their sweat slick bodies still pressed tightly together.
The surprised expression on Anya's face shifted towards hurt and betrayal.
"Xander?... Why?!"
Xander's mouth opened and shut several times, but nothing came out. He was speechless. There was nothing that he could say that would make her feel better... and he knew it. While he lay there mentally floundering, Spike opened his mouth and answered for him.
"I guess Xanpet loves me best, doesn't he? Not that you're a bad looking chit, but let's face it. I *am* the Big Bad, now ain't I? Sorry luv, but you understand, don't you?"
Xander didn't know which to react to first. The callus way that Spike had just stomped all over Anya's broken heart or the fact that the hurt look on Anya's face had just shifted to unadulterated rage.
Then, she shimmered... and pulsed with a deep red light... finally collapsing to the floor with an anguished cry.
Xander could feel his heart begin to pound in his chest even as Spike pulled away from him, breaking their physical connection with a muttered, "...oh bloody hell...". Part of Xander wanted to crawl off of the bed and try to comfort his hurting and hysterical girlfriend, another part of him wanted to grab Spike and just run... far far away from all of this mess. Unsure which way to turn, Xander sat locked in indecision as Anya rose up off of the floor. In full Vengeance Demon mode.
"Wha...? Anya! What's happening to you?"
An icy tendril of fear and dread settled at the base of his spine, sending out "fight or flight" impulses and his hands began to tremble as he watched her throw back her head and laugh. It was an awful and chilling sound. Even Spike seemed impressed.
"Me? Oh, nothing I haven't been waiting for. You see, the *only* way I could get my Demon powers back was to become a scorned woman again. Why *did* you think that I hooked up with you? It *certainly* wasn't for your money or your brains. No... it was because I *knew* that you couldn't have a real relationship with *any* woman and *not* screw it up. It was all just a matter of time..."
Xander felt his face go pale as the implications of what she had said slammed into him.
"You bitch! You never really loved me, you were just using me!"
Anya just smirked.
"At first, yeah, I was using you. But, you held out longer than I thought you would. I'm impressed. So... unfortunately, I *did* start to love you... which only makes *this* hurt me even more..."
A look of real regret flashed across her own version of a gameface, but then it flickered away to be replaced by anger once again.
"I'm sorry Xander, but I'm going to have to curse you for this. It's in the Vengeance Demon contract."
Xander began to frantically shake his head back and forth, holding his hands out palm forward in supplication.
"No! Anya *please*! Can't we, I don't know... um, talk about this?"
Spike snorted in disgust as he glared at Xander's girlfriend.
"I can't believe you. You're such a twisted fucked up stupid little twit. You *deliberately* pushed yourself, unwanted I might add, on a bloke you *knew* was gay and living in denial just so that you could reap the "scorned woman" bit when he *finally* accepted who and what he was... and now you're gonna *curse* him for your own deeds. That bloody well sucks, don't it?"
Anya offered up a remorseless grin and shrugged.
"Looks that way. But don't worry Spike, as I said. I *do* love him... so I'm gonna curse *you* too."
They both exchanged baffled glances and shrugged. Anya giggled.
"You see, I *know* that you're just in this for a good shag. I once told you that Xander was a Viking in the sack, and I meant it. But, now... you're gonna be truly deeply madly in love with him. His happiness will be your *only* concern... from now on that is."
With that, Anya pointed at Spike and whispered a single word under her breath. Green and purple sparks of glittery light appeared in the air around the blonde vampire and swirled around him faster and faster. Then, with a loud popping sound, the sparkles slammed into his chest and faded from sight. Spike jerked upright, his yellow eyes rolling back into his head and he screamed. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, he collapsed into unconsciousness.
Xander gulped in fear as he watched his lover fall forward on his face. Then, trembling in anticipation and fear, he turned back to face his, now, ex-girlfreind.
"Well Xander, now that you have yourself a devoted husband who will *never ever* cheat on you for *any* reason... you need a family too."
Xander felt a shiver run down his spine at her words and the grin that accompanied them.
"Wha... what do you... um, mean?"
His voice wasn't *quite* a squeak of sheer terror.
"Simple. Spike can be the husband... and since you seem to *like* being his woman... you can be the pregnant one."
Then Anya smiled, whispered a single word under her breath and pointed at him. Xander saw a swirl of brightly sparkling green and purple glitter fly through the air towards him and then his world exploded in pain and light. Electric pulses sizzled along his nerve endings and he jerked and twitched in an agonizing parody of the love he had just made with Spike. Then, thankfully, black oblivion rose up around him and he knew no more...
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