Xander was fed up of hanging around the Hyperion waiting for Buffy to conclude her business with Angel and the Scourge. He felt out of sorts and at a loose end. He wandered around the hotel lobby and then into an office.

Ah Wesley, the ex-Watcher; maybe he’d have a laugh with him, might pass the time a bit quicker. “Hi there Wes,” said Xander in a perky voice. Wesley looked up unsmiling, but returned the greeting, before looking back down at his books. Xander sighed and wandered over to the Bunsen burner where something was merrily bubbling away.

“Hubble, bubble, toil and trouble,” said Xander, waving his hands over the deep blue liquid which seemed to bubble more fiercely at Xander’s incantation. “Please don’t,” said the mage, in an even more serious voice. His tone brooked no argument and Xander flopped down into a chair to brood and wait for the Slayer.

Wesley looked up. “Don’t you have some place to be?” he asked. “No,” said Xander with a grimace. “I’m waiting for Buffy.” “Ah,” said the ex-Watcher, returning to his books with a frown. Xander looked around and twiddled with various objects lying on the end table and then got up to pace some more, the very spirit of vexation.

He was drawn once more to the bubbling liquid. “Er, whatcha doing ‘ere Wes?” he asked. “Nothing that would concern you, just some research,” the handsome dark-haired man answered. Xander nodded with a grimace, “Yeah, research, done enough of that in my time,” he said sagely. Wes raised his eyebrows, but didn’t comment.

As Xander leant over to look into the deep blue concoction, the crucifix around his neck snapped off and fell into the Bunsen burner. It seemed to dissolve into the liquid and Xander yelled, making Wesley jump. Xander was jumping up and down almost in a rage. “Buffy gave me that, oh dammit all to hell, now I’ve lost something Buffy gave me.” Xander ranted some more while Wesley looked long-suffering.

“Don’t know why you’re bothering,” he snarked at Wesley. “Stupid magic never works anyway, never works for me; the last time didn’t work either; why didn’t it work? I demand that it should have worked,” shouted Xander in exasperation. Wesley’s face contorted. “Nooo,” he yelled and reached out a hand for Xander. The mage just had time to ask, “What was the last spell, what did you ask for?” Xander gritted his teeth and told him “I just wanted to be loved,” and then everything went black.

When the two dark-haired young men came round, they looked at one another in confusion. Xander rubbed the back of his head and looked at the ex-Watcher with an amazed look on his face. Wes was also at a loss, but then on meeting Xander’s eyes his expression cleared and everything seemed obvious all of a sudden.

He moved over to Xander and began to stroke him. Xander jumped and said, “Er, Wes, whatcha doing?” Wesley continued to stroke and pet Xander and then reached over to kiss him. “Now Wes, let’s not get carried away, I think maybe you bumped your head or something.” He looked around wildly ‘What the hell is going on?’ he asked himself.

His eyes came to rest on the Bunsen burner, the liquid inside having stopped bubbling now its job was done. “Oh no, not that, not again.” Xander slapped his hand to his forehead in disbelief. Wesley continued to paw at him. Xander said, “Gotta be going Wes,” and made for the door. Wesley was there before Xander had gone three steps; he turned the key in the lock and placed it out of Xander’s reach.

“Now come on Wes, stop messing about,” said Xander. Wesley appeared lanky, but appearances were deceptive. He was well built, though without the rippling muscles of Spike, and he was very supple. Xander had heard about some of his amazing feats of flexibility during some of his hunts; René and Jean discussed him with respect.

He pushed Xander back and the young man knew he’d have no chance against him. Xander sighed and accepted his fate. ‘Maybe Buffy will be along in a minute to rescue me,’ he thought with a glimmer of hope.

Wesley seemed very calm as he stripped himself of his clothes. However, his gaze never left Xander, who gaped when he saw his excellent physique. ‘Whoever would have thought it of the namby-pamby ex-Watcher?’

Xander found himself staring at Wesley’s cock. It was a rampant ten inches, reaching his navel without any trouble. Wesley continued to stare at Xander, who cracked and made a beeline for the door. Wesley was on him in an instant and had him by the scruff of the neck and out of his clothes in a heartbeat.

Xander jumped at the feel of Wesley’s thickened member brushing against him. “Please Wes, there’s been a mistake, you’d best get onto it, fix it, read some books …. “ Xander jabbered incoherently. He was thinking, ‘Oh my god, how could this happen, again!’

“Don’t worry about it, Xander, I’m here to please, you know,” Wes assured the young man. “No, no, don’t need assuring, just need Buffy, get Buffy, please Wes, get Buffy,” Xander pleaded, his heart beating in his chest.

Wesley pulled Xander up and looked deep in his eyes. He smiled, his gloriously handsome features lighting up. “You won’t believe it Xander, but I believe I’m in love with you; extraordinary thing!

“I think my cock is in love with you as well,” he told the wide-eyed young man, who was on the verge of panic. Xander looked down and he was sure Wes’ cock was growing before his very eyes—that wasn’t possible, was it?

Wesley brushed his tumescent shaft against Xander, wondering why this attraction to Xander had never manifested before. He dismissed all thoughts as he pushed his cock and balls against the young man who ‘meeped’ and tried to get away. “Now Wes, let’s not do anything I’ll regret; we should just sit and maybe the spell will wear off, what do you think?”

“I don’t think, Xander, I want to do,” Wes murmured in his hair as he caressed him. As Xander perused the ex-Watcher’s athletic body he felt his cock stir, and Wesley noticed it too. “That’s it, my love,” and he pulled the younger man down onto the sofa. Wes sat back and manoeuvred Xander so the younger man was straddling him, almost kneeling over Wes.

Xander’s cock was bouncing lewdly inches from Wes’ lips and he could feel his hot breath on him. Xander’s legs were on either side of the ex-Watcher and his dangling balls were tempting him; Wes couldn’t resist reaching up to grasp them gently. Xander groaned.

Wes gazed at Xander with love and reverence as he fondled him. Xander was afraid to move, but noticed a dewdrop had formed on the head of his cock, which now matched Wes’ for hardness. Wes licked his lips and placed the tip of his tongue on Xander’s cock. The young man closed his eyes and threw his head back with a groan.

Xander’s cock brushed against Wes’ lips; he longed to plunge in, but held himself back with some difficulty. Wes pulled the young man forward, covering his beautiful member with long wet licks and soft kisses. Xander moaned in ecstasy when he felt Wes’ moist, soft mouth close around him, enveloping him in exquisite wet velvet. Xander couldn’t help himself, he thrust into Wes’ mouth as the ex-Watcher sucked greedily at him.

Wes was an expert: he took Xander in completely, laving his cock and sending paroxysms of delight down the young man’s shaft. He caressed and fondled his balls, holding their weight, before reaching under to slide his finger into Xander’s ass.

“Fuck,” exclaimed Xander, his voice barely above a whisper. The white heat building in his testicles meant Xander would not last much longer as he thrust into Wes’ mouth. The feel of Wes’ slender finger in his asshole was sending him over the edge into blissful oblivion. He fucked Wes’ throat, screaming “Wes, fuck Wes, I’m gonna blow, fuck!” Wes pulled him deeper if that were possible and Xander exploded down his throat.

Xander screamed and couldn’t believe how erotic this episode had been. He saw Wesley wipe his mouth calmly, which gave him an odd sensation. The ex-Watcher frightened him a bit, more so than the minions and definitely more so than Angel.

Wes’ voice was deep as he asked Xander if he had enjoyed himself. “Fuck, yeah,” breathed the young man, falling down beside Wes on the sofa. “I didn’t realize my feelings for you Xander; thank goodness I’ve come to my senses.” Xander sighed beside him. “I feel we should celebrate this momentous occasion with some champagne,” said Wesley.

Xander’s eyebrows rose as Wes, stark bollock naked, padded over to the filing cabinet and unlocked it. He took out a bottle of champagne, which even Xander could see was an expensive vintage. He also took out two crystal goblets. “Always be prepared, eh?” grinned Xander. “Oh my lord yes, I was a Boy Scout you know; I got all my badges until Father….” Wesley trailed off uncertainly.

Xander saw a fleeting look of sadness cross Wes’ features and knowing exactly where that look was coming from he racked his brains for a quip, anything to make the ex-Watcher forget. “Yeah, I wanted to join the Girl Scouts 'cos Will was one, but they wouldn’t let me; discrimination I say, so Jesse and I got our own back!”

“Really.” Wes perked up. “What did you do?” He poured two glasses and handed one to Xander, who took a sip and then nodded in appreciation. “Well,” said Xander, “We went along to one of their cook-outs and emptied a jar of tadpoles …” Before Xander could finish there was a knock at the door. “Wesley, come quickly, you’re needed.” A mild look of irritation crossed the ex-Watcher’s face. “What is it, Cordelia?”

“It’s Dru, she’s having an episode, you know you’re the only one that can deal with her.” Wesley sighed and asked Xander, “Will you be all right until I get back, Xan?” Xander found himself nodding as he sipped his champagne. “Sure thing, Wes, you go see to your lady, I’ll be waiting right here when you get back.” And it wasn’t until a few moments later that he realized he was going to wait for Wes. Damned magicks; Xander finished up his drink and quickly dressed. He’d go find somewhere to hole up until the magic wore off. It couldn’t be long, could it?

Xander wandered into the lounge looking for somewhere to just sit and hopefully wait for the effects of his little run-in with Wesley to wear off. His mind was still in a whirl as to what had happened, but oh well, it was over now; just forget it, he thought as he gingerly lowered himself into a comfy-looking chair.

The Master of New Orleans was having a game of poker with his childer René and Jean, and three of the minions. Xander still had to do a double take when seeing ‘a Spike’ but it wasn’t hard to see the difference. The Master of New Orleans had a certain something… a confidence to his gait and even more of a swagger to his walk than the Spike Xander was used to.

It was just a friendly game and Spike was ten to twenty dollars ahead as Xander settled down to watch the play. Everyone was feeling flush and so they raised the stakes to a dollar, the average pot being forty to fifty dollars. Xander watched as Spike gained a little, though not enough to offset his next hand. From being twenty-five dollars to the good Spike frowned when he became thirty-five dollars down.

He figured he’d make everything okay, but it wasn’t long before he was almost two hundred dollars down. Things only got worse and it wasn’t long before Jean was grinning, though René remained as passive as ever. Something was throwing Spike’s internal radar off; he glanced around to see what it was and his eyes came to rest on Xander.

He came towards the reclining young man with a feline grace and Xander’s eyes widened. ‘Oh no, not again, time to go,’ thought Xander, getting up quickly, only to be stopped by Spike’s palm against his chest. Spike just gazed at him with those cerulean blue eyes and René and Jean also looked up from their cards, their glances settling on the dark-haired human.

They threw money and cards upon the table and rose to join their sire in his scrutiny of the young man. Xander began to stammer about how he’d best go and find Buffy, but Spike and the other vampires continued to stare at him, making him shake in his loafers.

At that minute Baby entered and immediately sensed something not quite right. She made for the little group, the minions becoming agitated and obviously wanted to join in the touchy/feely going on with the human. They could hear Xander’s racing heart and were aware of the surge of blood through his veins. His fear was arousing them and they too closed in.

Xander by now was surrounded by seven vampires and thought his last hour had come. Why, oh why did he have to go and mess with Wesley’s magicks? He thought the glamour had worn off, but obviously, he was mistaken. Hands were reaching out to touch him, lips were mussing his hair, noses were sniffing him delightedly. He was thoroughly squicked-out when the final straw came and a hand made a grab for his block and tackle.

He screeched and was relieved when Baby took his upper arm and dragged him through the miniature throng, towards the door. Spike stopped her. “Er, where do you think you’re going, pet?” he asked his consort with a hard look. He never looked at Baby that way; there was some serious mojo going on here, thought René, but his head was too clouded with lust for the dark-haired human that he couldn’t figure out what was wrong.

Jean sidled up and started plucking at Xander’s upper arm and one or two of the minions made their way over, their tongues almost hanging out. Xander’s eyes closed and he wondered if he should start praying. “Not now, darling,” Baby told Spike as she pushed him away, holding Xander in a death grip and making her getaway quickly.

Spike stumbled back, taken by surprise, and the others faltered, not knowing whether to go to Spike’s aid; they had never seen him at a loss before, or run after Baby. Baby made it to her rooms and turned to Xander, blithely explaining, “Alone at last, lover, now we can get to work.”

Xander ‘meeped’ and said, “Er...I...there’s been some mistake…I need Buf...the Slayer, I need to get back to Buffy.” Baby’s eyes narrowed. “What do you want that bitch for when you’ve got me?” she asked him. Xander looked her up and down and for once couldn’t come back with the quick repartée. “I dunno,” he said. “That’s right, you’re a sensible boy and I’m in love with you, so let’s not waste any more time.”

She ground her hips against Xander and raked her nails through his hair. He stood rigid as she smashed her lips against his, shock radiating through his body. Xander was feeling pretty good around about now. Maybe he could just…. The spell would wear off eventually, it had last time…best take advantage…he’d never get another chance to be with a chick this classy….

His mind made up, Xander kissed Baby back and she then led him into the bedroom. She stripped down to her underwear and Xander’s eyes bugged when he saw her dressed only in matching black strapless bra and garter belt with sheer silk stockings and black high heels.

Baby then went over to a closet and removed a set of leather cuffs, along with leg restraints and a blindfold. Xander gulped and murmured, “For me or for you?” Baby laughed and asked, “Which would you prefer, my love?”

Xander didn’t fancy being at the mercy of this … vampiress, so he replied, “For you.” She nodded and directed him to place the cuffs on her wrists. These were attached by a length of chain, some two feet or so long. She looked up and Xander became aware for the first time of the hook in the ceiling.

Baby showed Xander what to do and he reached the chain over the hook; with her high heels, Baby was stretched to her full length with legs akimbo, quite comfortable. However, she was at Xander’s mercy, almost. He did as told and placed the leg restraints around her ankles and attached them. She was helpless as she stood there in a cross shape and Xander felt a frisson of pleasure as he took the blindfold and put it around her eyes.

“Are you going to have your wicked way with me, dearest?” Baby asked Xander, who stumbled over his reply. Baby sighed and told him she was at his mercy, she had to do what he said. Xander stammered some more, but then got into it. He told her she mustn’t talk and he then reached for a bottle of baby oil he had seen on the night table.

He smeared it all over her body and reached under her garments to rub it all over her. He daubed it liberally over her pert breasts as she groaned and reached around to coat her ass, thinking, ‘She’ll be needing another application there later.’ He grinned and decided maybe he liked this spell after all, just so long as nobody else could get in. He went to check the door, but it was shut fast.

Baby whimpered; she wanted her love’s hands on her again, she swayed in the restraints, and Xander hurried back to her. He worked some more oil into her skin and Baby wiggled, trying to get his hands where she wanted. Xander smirked when he knelt to oil her legs and came face to face with her swollen pussy outlined against the black silk that was glistening with her need.

He rubbed the oil into her thighs and over her stomach as she strained against him, wanting his hands there, down there; she groaned in frustration. Xander moved around, applying oil to her back, making her thrust her bottom towards him and jutting her breasts forwards. He ground his erection into her ass as he reached to fondle her nipples, getting more excited by the minute.

The oil glistened on her body, making Xander harder in his jeans. He poured more oil down her front and it ran from her neck between her firm breasts, soaking her bra. Xander reached under the cups, taking a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She could hardly keep still and was whimpering continually. He then did the other one before moving back to her thighs. She sighed when he massaged her thighs, thrusting towards him.

He carefully avoided her throbbing pussy, but moved onto the backs of her legs; pouring more oil on his hands and reaching into her panties, he massaged her cheeks and scooped some oil into the crack of her ass.

He pulled off her panties and she stepped out of them daintily. He kicked them to one side and knelt to spread her cheeks and oil her puckered asshole. She squirmed and moaned his name, which surprised him; he didn’t think she would remember who he was.

He pressed a finger lightly into her opening and she rocked back, impaling herself on his finger, making him gasp with the unexpectedness of it. She gave a little scream as he worked his finger in and out, whimpering and cajoling him for more.

He removed his finger to her dismay and stood to quickly throw off all his clothes. He then proceeded to remove her garments as well, unhooking the strapless bra and after a bit of a struggle taking the garter belt and stockings off all at once; he couldn’t get his head round the suspenders.

He moved behind her and nudged the head of his rigid shaft between Baby’s ass cheeks and rubbed himself up and down her crack. She murmured, “Oh yes Xander, please baby, put it in, please, please.” She shuddered then and he thought she might have come by the way her body quivered.

He pushed his cock home an inch at a time until he was buried to the hilt into Baby’s ass. She mewled and thrust back onto him. He rocked backwards and forwards, eyes closed, mindless with pleasure. His balls becoming ever tighter, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long buried in her cool depths. They came together, both with a scream, as Xander spilled his seed deep into her.

He was almost hanging onto her, boneless with pleasure. It was seconds before he recovered himself, his breath heaving as was hers, though it crossed his mind that she had no need to breathe. He then took her around the waist and lifted her down as she continued to murmur how much she loved him, how they would always be together, how he was hers.

He carried her to the bed and laid her down gently. On taking the blindfold off, she smiled at him and he kissed her deeply. She held out her hands and he removed the cuffs. He couldn’t believe he was doing this with a vampire and one with such a fearsome reputation. She could rip him to bits before he’d be able to shout for help. He ignored his thoughts and curled up next to her.

They rested for a short while, Baby stroking his hair and again murmuring endearments and promising she would stay with him forever, he was hers. Xander was too satisfied to protest and peppered her with kisses, closing his eyes to his present predicament and trusting in fate to work everything out to the good.

Before long Baby’s hand reached down and began to stroke Xander to hardness again. His hands worked their way towards her still-sopping pussy. He inserted his index finger between her folds and rubbed up and down; she spread her thighs slightly to give him greater admittance, sighing with pleasure.

When she had stroked him to velvet hardness, he got up on his knees and positioned himself between her thighs. She reached for him eagerly, trying to pull him towards her. She wanted him in her now. “Now my love, my angel, my sweet, put it in me now.” He sank to the hilt with one hard thrust; she was so wet he slipped in easily with a sigh of relief.

She groaned and arched up to him, kissing and fondling his face. Xander began to fuck Baby long and hard. The expression on her face was one of bliss as she met him thrust for thrust. Seconds later Xander felt that white heat building up. “Baby, oh Baby, I’m gonna cum, oh, oh, oh, oh, unnng!” he yelled as he exploded inside her.

Baby lost it; churning her hips up to meet Xander, she screamed and shuddered as he pressed his balls against her and shoved himself deep inside her cool quim. His lips were buried in her hair and she came with a scream as he rammed himself in and out of her pussy. They sank down in the bed thoroughly satiated, their lust for one another abating for the time being.

Xander looked at Baby and asked, “Was that okay, did I do good?” “You did more than good, lover, you were excellent.” Xander smiled from ear to ear and closed his eyes, falling asleep. Baby’s eyes also closed and, smiling, she slept too.