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WARNING: Controversial and definitely not for everyone. This fic deals with voyeurism. If that's not your thing, can't say I didn't warn you :-) And for those of you who embrace their inner voyeur... enjoy the fic!


Xander quickly unlocked his apartment door and walked in. He didn’t even bother to turn on the lights. He made his way to the spare room in the dark. It was more a like a closet, really, but he had transformed it into a computer room. His sanctuary. Xander turned the computer on and sat to wait.

He had got the computer a month ago. Buffy had found the Trio’s hideout and he claimed the computer. He was the only one of the gang who didn’t already have one, so it was only fair. They had let him take the thing home without protesting. It would give him something to do other than watch TV. Xander cursed at how long the damn thing was taking to start up.

He had been with the gang at the magic shop tonight when Buffy had suddenly mentioned that she was going for a quick patrol. He had left mere minutes later, running all the way back to his apartment. He knew where she was going.

When did he start doing this? When did he become so addicted to the blonde duo? He couldn’t remember. He could tell exactly when he had discovered that the computer was hooked to many web cams strategically placed all over Sunnydale. One in the Magic Box, one outside of Buffy’s house, one in her bedroom, one outside his own place, two in Spike’s crypt. One in the upper lever, and one in the lower level, focused on the bed. He had every intention in the world to tell his friends about this. It was sick and they had to find all the cameras and remove them. His intentions had been good ones. He only wanted to see what Spike was doing in his free time before. Just to get some blackmail material on the annoying vampire. He never imagined that he would see Buffy walk into the crypt, throw the vampire on the floor, and fuck herself on his cock. If he had known, he would have never touched the damn thing. He knew he should be sickened by what he saw, but the truth is, he hadn’t been able to turn away from the monitor. Never in his life had he come so hard. And this peeping Tom thing soon became an habit.

The computer was taking forever and Xander hoped that he wasn’t too late. The screen finally came to life. He wondered once again, in amazement, how the geeks had managed to put their hands on such high quality material. The sound and image were so good that it was as if he was there in the crypt. Spike was sitting on the sarcophagus, reading. Xander got worried for a second that Buffy maybe had meant that she really was going to patrol. It wouldn’t be the first time that he’d run for a false alarm.

But just as the thought crossed his mind, the crypt’s door crashed open and Buffy walked in.

Xander shifted in his seat, trying to get comfortable. His cock was already hard in his pants from the anticipation, and pressing painfully against the zipper. He unzipped his pants to free his engorged member. His hard cock came to rest against his stomach, begging for attention. But it wasn’t time just yet.

He watched as Buffy went to stand in front of Spike, wondering what she would come up with this time. Spike made a move to stand up but she stopped him.

“Don’t. Just stay where you are and don’t move.”

Spike obeyed her. He put his book down next to him and gave her his full attention.

Buffy’s back was to the camera, but by the way her arms moved, Xander could tell that she was undoing the buttons of her blouse. She let the garment fall off her shoulders, then slide down her arms to land on the floor. She shimmied out of her long skirt and kicked it out of her way. The Slayer was standing in front of Spike wearing nothing but a red lace bra, a matching thong and garter belt. Buffy turned to make her way towards the armchair. As she did so, she unclasped her bra and threw it casually at Spike. The vampire caught it and brought the scrap of red lace to his face, inhaling deeply.

Fortunately for Xander, the armchair was almost facing the camera. She stopped in front of it, her back to both Spike and the camera, and bent down really slowly, exposing her luscious ass as she pulled her thong down. Buffy then sat down on the armchair, her left leg hooked over the armrest to expose her dripping wet pussy to Spike.

This time, Xander couldn’t help put grabbing his oversensitive dick to release some pressure. He couldn’t take his eyes off the monitor, not even for a second. Just like Spike, he was under the thrall of the blonde beauty.

Taking Buffy’s display as in invitation, Spike straightened up to go to her, but she stopped him again.

“Did I say you could move?”

“But, pet--I just…”

“No. You’ll move when I say so. It’s my time to play.”

Sitting back down, Spike took his cigarettes out of his pocket.

“Is it ok if I smoke luv?”

“Mm, yeah. It’s fine.”

The hand that had been resting on her left knee slowly made its way down her smooth thigh. Her fingers brushed lightly over the curls covering her sex, then traced a path back up her flat stomach until they reached her left breast. She brushed her thumb over the sensitive flesh of her nipple and let out a sigh of contentment. Soon, her other hand joined the fun, pushing both breast together and teasing her nipples between her fingers until they were two rosy hard little peaks. She threw her head back with a moan of pleasure.

Xander and Spike moaned as well, though she was only aware of Spike.

Xander saw Spike reaching down to unbutton his jeans. He was amazed that the vampire had lasted this long without jacking off. Heck, he was on the verge of shooting his load already and he wasn’t even in the room with the Slayer.

Buffy noticed Spike’s action and stopped him harshly. “Touch your dick and I’m out of here.”

“It’s getting painful luv--can I just take it out?”

“Sorry but no.” She answered, her voice breathy. “It’s my show. There will be time for your dick later.”

Buffy spread her legs wider to make sure he had a good view of her sex. She was so aroused by her little game that she was dripping. She plunged two fingers between her folds and visibly shivered from head to toes.

The funny thing was that Xander had always imagined Buffy to be an old fashion girl when it came to sex. The “lights off, under the cover” type of girl. He always thought she would be the kind of girl to enjoy slow and romantic. Riley even told him once, while bounding over a beer in his basement, that she was a missionary girl, and that he even had to beg her once for a blow job--the only one he ever got--and that she would never allow his head anywhere near her pussy. That description of Buffy had nothing to do with the wild sex goddess that was currently masturbating in front of a vampire for kicks.

Xander was so taken by the show that he was taken by surprise when he came. He gasped, his eyes getting wide. He watched in fascination as ropes of semen landed on his shirt, but didn’t do anything about it.

Sitting back, he watched Buffy as she started flicking her clit back and forth quickly, her hips rising up from the armchair, her chest heaving. She was a vision. She came, shouting Spike’s name again and again while riding the waves of her massive orgasm.

**Definitely not lights off, missionary, chick** Xander thought, a goofy grin still on his face from his own orgasm.

“Poor Spike. It looks painful baby. Wanna make it better?” She went on her knees, facing the armchair, and bent down.

The vampire didn’t have to be told twice. He walked up to her while undoing his pants and shoving them down to his knees to free his erection. Kneeling behind Buffy, he pushed his cock inside of her without a warning and proceeded to fuck her roughly.

She gripped both armrests to brace herself the best she could against the vampire’s hard trusts but with little success. The armchair wouldn’t stay in place and kept sliding backwards. She finally decided to push it completely out of the way and went on her hands and knees as Spike fucked her doggie style.

“Oh yes! Please… Harder, Spike. Don’t hold back.”

The noises that they were both making were so erotic that Xander had to get himself off again. He grabbed his hard dick and started pulling on it hard and fast, trying to match Spike’s trusts… Trying to imagine that he was there with them--Buffy’s lips around his dick sucking on him while Spike was slamming his cock into her.

“Please Spike, fill me up… come for me baby.” The Buffy on screen was almost begging. “Make me come like only you can do”

Buffy came, gasping and moaning loudly. Her arms had given way under her and Spike was holding her up by her hips, her round butt sticking up in the air as he pushed his long shaft deep into her wet hole, again and again. He started losing control and slammed into her in a way that looked almost painful.

“Take it Slayer, take it all. Buffy--My Buffy. So bloody hot, so perfect.”

Spike came loudly. Actually, the three of them did. Buffy for the third time that night. She was almost sobbing at the pleasure, desperately trying to catch her breath.

Spike lay down next to her and tried to pull her into his arms but she evaded his embrace and started pulling on her clothes.

Xander watched as Spike turned on his back and put his arm over his eye with a deep sigh. The brunette frowned at the scene, shaking his head, saddened by his friend‘s behavior.

“And off she goes… Again.” He whispered to himself, feeling oddly sad for the blonde vampire.

Xander dragged the mouse of his computer to the “start” menu and clicked on “switch off”.

A/N: Originally, I wrote this fic for a PWP fic challenge on one of my groups. But I got so many positive reviews on other websites asking nicely for me to turn this into a multi chapter story, that I decided to give it a go. See? That's why reviews are so important **hint hint** Ask and you shall receive. So go ahead and review lol

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