Prideful
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One day.
Then one week after that one day.
Then a little over one month after that one week.
The start of each loop accumulated the time so that the first week of December became the most nerve-racking stretch of time Xander had ever experienced. He and Buffy were still on the outs, and even worse than her irrational anger toward him, he saw how sad she was when she thought no one was paying attention to her. Xander expected to loop back any day now, but by the second week of the month, he hadn’t gone back and couldn’t expressly explain why.
Judging by the first two barriers, passing the month-loop had to involve an internal revelation or gained esteem, whether by himself or the other six cornerstones of the time braid. When Xander stood up for himself to Jenny, he could pass through the day-loop. When he stood up to Buffy, it appears her epiphany of him was what got him through the week-loop. Due to the ongoing cold war between himself and Buffy, it was likely Giles, Willow, or Cordelia who supplied the internal change of opinion that pushed Xander through the month-loop. If he had to bet money, he’d happily pick Cordelia.
By the end of the second week, Xander was breathing cool December air much easier. He was still moving forward, and though he hated how Buffy blamed him for her split with Angel, Xander didn’t want to trade his future for the repetition of his past. However, he also hated being unable to talk to Willow outside of classes. Exiled from the Scooby Gang—like Scooby-Doo without his pal Shaggy—was also a panic attack waiting to happen. Nevertheless, his struggles didn’t stop him from helping in his own way.
Aside from perfecting his forging so that he might one day entice magic into his constructs—whether it be weapons or accessories—he actually found himself in the odd circumstance of working with Angel. Not only did the tall vampire test his weapons, but if there were more enemies than the broody vampire could typically handle, they would fight together.
The pair met accidentally at first.
It was the first week of December and a very exhausted Xander was walking to the bus stop. Working on his Mjölnir was wearing him out. Despite downsizing the dimensions of the heavy hammer, the hot metal was still incredibly heavy to lift and work on at the same time. He had to put his entire body into maneuvering the red-hot metal into position, and his body ached worse than his daily workouts. Even with a light backpack holding his Viking dagger and stakes, Xander’s legs struggled to walk up the street to the second bus stop that’ll take him to the opulent entrance of Cordelia’s wealthy neighborhood.
It was a cool night on one of the rougher sides of Sunnydale. Xander waited on a street corner for the bus with his backpack on his chest and unzipped. With easy access to his seax and stakes, he was always ready for any supernatural threat.
“What time’s the bus show up?” a voice asked behind him.
Xander turned as he answered, “In ten min-”
At the sight of six grinning vampires, Xander didn’t hesitate to reach into his bag and pull out a squirt gun, pointing it at the adult vampires. They all laughed at the colorful green and yellow plastic toy, until Xander squeezed the trigger non-stop, aiming the water gun filled with holy water at the three nearest first. Despite the arc of the thin jet of holy blessed water, he got them in their demonic, yellow eyes, making them scream.
Xander’s left hand had swiftly pulled out his stake and stabbed one of the screaming vampires in the chest, turning it into dust before the teenager ran. He’d stand his ground against two, possibly three, but five vampires would surround him far too easily, and the chances of surviving without sustaining critical injuries would plummet to single digits. As he ran, Xander had a few seconds to look around for a house he could break into, but the main street had businesses. He would have to run to the houses behind the businesses and throw himself through a window.
With pure adrenaline pumping through his sprinting legs, Xander made it across the street before a strong hand grabbed his shoulder. Two vampires attacked, and Xander used the squirt gun as a shield, keeping them at bay with holy water to their faces. He managed to stab one more into dust before running another thirty yards. The other three vampires finally caught up then.
Keeping their distance, the furious vampires surrounded him. Xander noted their growling faces were burned with bright red streaks and peeling horribly, as if they suffered an acid attack. The fourth vampire caught up and as a blond, brunette, bald, and black-haired vampire surrounded him, Xander swapped the stake for his Viking dagger. The teen was less than twenty feet from a house and their window didn’t have security grates barring him from jumping through.
Quick as a whip, the blond vampire hand gripped his gun hand. With their supernatural speed, Xander barely had time to twist his wrist to shoot three streams into its demon face. It screamed as Xander was going to stab it with his seax, only to feel another powerful grip hold his forearm. On instinct, Xander’s left foot kicked at that ebony-haired vampire’s knee at the same moment he was punched in the stomach by the brunette.
Xander nearly forgot how hard the undead creatures hit; like a sledgehammer to the gut. They could gang up on him then, but Achilles wouldn’t panic, so Xander didn’t either. The young warrior rolled back with the momentum while rotating his knife hand to bite into the arm of the black-haired vampire. It grunted as his sharp blade cut deep into its skin, generating enough pain to let Xander’s hand go. Another few squirts freed his right hand to point the gun at the one in the brunette vampire and keep him back.
Hitting the ground, Xander rolled before swiping at them. As he laid down holy suppressive fire, his sharp seax cut into cold dead hands trying to reach him, defensive forearms, and any foot that tried to kick him. The cuts weren’t nearly deep enough to incapacitate them, but the wounds kept the furious vampires back as Xander inched ever closer to the house.
When he finally ran out of holy water, he tossed the plastic toy before dashing toward the window. He was quickly tackled from behind, arms wrapped around his middle, bending his spine back as Xander grabbed for his stake with his free hand. Upon hitting the ground, the teen twisted his body to stab the wood deep into its back. It screamed as it let go, but it didn’t combust into dust. He didn’t care. Ten feet away, he took off, nearly able to jump through when he was struck in the back of the head by something hard and metallic.
Falling to the ground in front of the window, Xander was dazed. The hot pain swelled as he heard the ring of a child’s bicycle. When he noticed the thing that hit him was a little red tricycle, a foot slammed on his knife hand, shooting pain up his arm and a scream out of his mouth. He’s immediately punched in the face and, though conscious, blurry stars littered his vision. The pain was intensifying as he was dragged away from the house and onto the cold concrete of the street.
One vampire was still trying to remove the stake from his back while the other bleeding, burned, and infuriated vampires surrounded him. They didn’t even give Xander’s dazed mind time to think of an escape plan before they started beating him. Pissed by the young teenager killing two of their own, they delighted in pummeling him until he was bloodied and unable to get up.
With the danger to them gone, the blond vampire left to grab Xander’s seax. The other two hoisted the teen’s bloody form and grip his hair painfully to keep his slack, bloody head looking forward. Xander could barely see out of his swelling eyes, but he wondered how damaged his head must be to see Angel sprinting toward them.
The two holding Xander dropped him when Angel quickly killed the blond one holding the Viking dagger. Xander couldn’t see the fight, but despite the ringing in his ears, he heard plenty of muffled grunting, meaty punches, and screaming. Three puffs later, Angel rolled Xander onto his back.
“Xander,” he called out as he looked over the battered boy.
Xander couldn’t move and let the vampire transport him to the hospital. He was heavily bruised in his face, stomach, arms, and back but his serious injuries included his left eye swelling shut, the right eye was half-swollen, his nose was broken, he had a cracked rib, bruised bones, stiff and swelling joints, and a concussion. They treated his wounds perfectly, exactly like the doctor he became would’ve, then Xander woke up the next day alone.
It was noon on a school day, and though he should’ve expected to be alone, it still hurt to see no one around. He imagined his friends were in school and his parents were working, so none could stay with him even if they wanted to. It wasn’t until the doctor finished his examination that the nurse mentioned his friends being escorted out of the hospital.
Slowly, his thick, gravelly voice asked, “Whaat?” He cleared his throat a few times, uncomfortable with such a deep, husky tone to his speech.
“Your girlfriend was the first to arrive,” the suave Hispanic nurse started. “Gorgeous as all hell but the lip on her, let me tell you.”
Wondering what blunt enlightenment Cordelia inflicted on them, Xander smiled as he said, “Oh… I know.”
“I bet you do,” the nurse said with smirking pursed lips. “In any case, your better half was none too pleased to see your friends arrive. There was a whole hell of a lot of hollering between them, especially between your girlfriend and the blonde one. We couldn’t have that at that time of night. So, security escorted them out. Not that they could’ve seen you, anyway; not without parental consent.”
When his scans came back negative for anything life-threatening, Xander was discharged. The kind nurse informed him his parents paid for a taxi, and after giving him some medication, he was free to pass out in his own bed. Xander saw Cordelia that afternoon, but he was so tired, he couldn’t do much more than hug her and hear how he’s never going outside at night again. Xander was happily surprised when Cordelia took care of him. She gave him his medicine and a kiss every time he took it. He marveled at how beloved he felt under her care, as if he mattered to her, and that realization made his chest heavy with affection for her.
Several days later, Xander was well enough to go to school, and drew a lot of attention. His bruises were purple but began yellowing, and his left eye had blood around the brown iris. Even Buffy looked shocked to see him. The beautiful slayer took a step toward him and seemed concerned, however, she quickly remembered her anger and stopped herself. Willow, on the other hand, couldn’t hold back and rushed to hug him, making him wince at the flourish of dull pain. Giles came to see if he was alright before, and despite the students around, even Jenny hugged him when she saw him.
A few more days later, Angel came by Dinks to see him. Despite the severe waves of heat from the furnace baking his irritated skin, Xander felt fortunate he was well enough to hold a hammer. He also felt gratitude when the guys at Dinks gave him a card that read, Hope your Vag is okay. Get well soon. And a pink balloon that said, Happy Birthday Nancy. After the laughs settled, they all asked what happened and if the police were looking for the assailants. The guys bought him pizza and simply told stories of their worst injuries. It wasn’t the most productive day at the metal shop, but it was such a peculiar sense of brotherhood; unlike anything Xander felt with his friends. He couldn’t quite put into words how much of a refuge Wild Dinks was becoming.
When the sun set, Xander was one of the last ones in the shop. Even though he knew Cordelia was worrying about him, he was too close to finishing his Mjölnir to stop. He was laying out the leather wrap for the handle when he heard from the shadows behind him, “Xander.”
The focused teenager only inhaled a little deeper as he marveled at how silent the vampire was. He turned around before Angel extended his Viking dagger, returning it to him. Xander stood and took it before asking, “Come with me.”
Angel hesitated a moment before following the teen to a caged storage unit. Xander opened his assigned cage and brought out the Excalibur he made for Buffy. He extended it to him, adding, “For saving my life.”
Angel took the sword and unsheathed the blade, inspecting it. The tall vampire likely recognized it as the sword he made for Buffy, and in the event Angel didn’t like it, Xander gave him the option of a different sword he’s made.
“I’ve made four,” Xander explained, nodding to his growing inventory. “Three regular swords for Pete to sell and the one you’re holding. It was supposed to be magical, but that was a colossal failure.”
“Magical?”
Xander then explained how he was trying to make magical weapons, but hadn’t been successful yet. Angel took Excalibur, and a couple of nights later, they met again in Shady Hill Cemetery. The novice artificer was testing his Mjölnir. He’d assembled the weapon to perfection, said the incantation, then stared at it in confusion. Xander couldn’t be sure if it glowed or not. The heavy weapon came out to a hundred and fifty-three pounds on the scale, but in Xander’s hand, it felt like seventy pounds. Either he was getting stronger, or there was some magic in the weapon helping him lift it.
In Shady Hill, he was hoping to test it, but upon fighting his first vampire, Xander confirmed it was simply too heavy for him to wield and had to rely on his dagger to finish off the vampire, which he’s taken to calling Hellfang. Having fought so many vampires and demons during his rage phase, Xander was comfortable taking on a single vampire with a dagger and stake. He dodged and countered the vampire’s fast attacks with an efficient stake to the heart, surprising Angel, who had been watching.
Angel stepped out of the darkness and asked Xander, “When do you learn to fight?”
“I’ve been fighting vamps since my sophomore year,” the teen casually argued. “A group of vampires might be too much for me, but one or two is doable.”
Angel picked up Mjölnir so much easier than Xander, he was instantly jealous. “It’s lighter than it looks,” Angel noted.
“It may have some magic in it,” Xander voiced with a shoulder shrug. “Or maybe not. Can’t be sure. I’ll have to take it to Willow to see if she can find any inside.” They would meet often after that so Angel could test his weapons.
The only real bonus to the weeks of Buffy-hate was Cordelia finally deciding to be his official girlfriend. They still hadn’t gone all the way, but they’ve gone on several dates in public. With the money he earned from selling a sword, he took her out to a few fancy dinners and many not-so-fancy dinners. They studied together and went to the Bronze when Buffy and Willow weren’t there. Cordelia worked tirelessly on his fashion, which required far more shopping than he could stomach. She only toned it down when he threatened to break up with her if they didn’t stop going to so many stores.
When their relationship inevitably came out to the school, Cordelia’s reputation suffered greatly for it. The Cordettes banished her from the top clique by which all of Sunnydale’s sense of popularity centered around. She was shunned by many others who idolized her, and though Xander knew she was stronger than that, Cordelia pulled away. She didn’t quite break up with him, but she didn’t want to be seen in public.
“I just need some space, okay?” Cordelia tried to tell him when he confronted her. They were in a utility closet and with crossed arms, she asked, “What’s the big deal, anyway? You can’t give your girlfriend some space?”
“Is that all it is? Space? Cuz it seems to me you’re wigging out over losing those brain-dead bimbats!” He heatedly returned, but Cordelia just left. Even the passionate way they could argue with one another didn’t work when she would just leave.
A few days before Christmas vacation, Xander spotted Jenny speed-walking down the hall, looking as if she was holding in a great pain. Wondering if he should follow her, he turned the corner and witnessed Joyce and Giles conversing amicably together. Buffy walked out of the library, easily spotted Xander, then walked to her mother before the Summers women left. When Giles spotted Xander, he turned to make certain Buffy was gone, then waved him over.
In the library once again—his home away from his broken home—Giles quickly explained coming across strange activities that would suggest that Spike and Drusilla were in fact alive. To hear about vampire business from the caring watcher also made him feel nostalgic. Xander nearly smiled when Giles told him, “Please, be careful out there, Xander. No one wants to see you injured again.”
Curious about who he might mean, he asked, “No one?”
“Buffy especially,” Giles easily answered.
Xander did smile then before hesitating to ask, “…How is she?”
“She’s… not returned to the Buffy we’re accustomed to, as of yet,” he diplomatically answered as he cleaned his glasses. “Joyce- Ms. Summers, rather, shares my fears. As Buffy’s seventeenth birthday is a month away, she wanted to plan something special and asked for my help. I do hope you can attend.”
“That’s not up to you,” they hear from behind them. They turn to Buffy standing in the doorway. She eyed Giles with betrayal and Xander with anger, then rushed to the table, where she picked up a notebook. “Forgot my homework.”
“Buffy-” Giles tried before she interrupted him.
“I don’t want to hear it,” the irate girl told her watcher as she left the library.
With a long exhale, Xander told the caring elder, “I’ll see ya, G-Man.”
That night, Xander found Cordelia at the Bronze. She was wearing a sexy black spaghetti-strap dress and dancing with Harmony and the former-Cordettes until they left her. A tall and muscular black guy wanted to dance with her, but she barely even looked at him. Turning to leave, the gorgeous girl paused when she spotted Xander watching. Time stopped in that moment, as if they understood something fundamental about each other; Cordelia was sad, and all Xander wanted to do was be there for her like she was for him.
The teen tilted his head toward the exit, raising his eyebrows in hopes she’d join him. After a long moment of consideration, she finally nodded, bringing a smile to his lips. Grabbing her thin cashmere sweater, the couple leave the club. On the way to her car, Xander made the sacrifice of suggesting movies, ice cream, and painting her toenails. Halfway to her car, the pair are stopped by Doug Jeffries, the varsity jock she partnered with for the egg project.
Doug was tall and well-built and has been playing for the school’s varsity team since he was a freshman. Dark-skinned, good-looking, and wearing his Sunnydale letterman jacket, attracting girls was never a problem for him. Behind Doug were his three older brothers. Xander’s only ever heard of them since they all played football for Sunnydale. He recognized one of them as the black guy who wanted to dance with Cordelia.
“Ey, ey, ey, check this out,” Doug was telling his brothers as they caught up to the couple. Doug and his brothers got in front of them as he pointed to Cordelia and said, “That right there is the hottest girl in school.” Pointing to Xander he continued, “And this weak, band-camp-looking reject is the president of the losers in school. And for some fucked up reason, he’s hooking up with her! If that’s not a real-life horror story, I don’t know what the hell is.”
Doug seemed inebriated and his older brothers were laughing before one called out, “That ain’t no horror story. That’s a Goddamn tragedy!”
“Please tell me you hit that first!” The brothers were leering at Cordelia in her short black dress as Xander took her hand to walk around the belligerent boys. Eager to keep the amusement going, the larger and drunk brothers followed them to Cordelia’s car as Dough answered his brother, “Shii… Tail that fine, I wouldn’t even care if I was fifth in line.”
“Ass like that, probably in the triple digits,” one joked while the other added, “Bitch gotta graduate somehow.”
It was all a melting pot of verbal toxic sewage Xander couldn’t take anymore. He could let the taunting slide. He could be the bigger man, but he had no desire to do so and turned around. Cordelia tried pulling his arm as she voiced, “Xander, no!”
“Better listen to her, Xander,” one laughed. “B’fore we show her what her boyfriend looks like beat n bloody.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Doug remarked, referencing when Xander showed up to school after his beating by the vampires. “That loser gets his ass kicked all the time.”
“Keep it up, you human vaginal cramps,” Xander heatedly began, glaring at the brothers. “It doesn’t surprise me you missed how much we don’t care, so let me make it perfectly clear to you. Stop talking, before I make it so it’s the last thing you do.”
“OOOOHHH, shit!” the brothers call.
“Xander wants it now!” one yelled with a laugh. “Kick his ass, D!”
Xander snorted before he retorted, “Yeah, you don’t have the muscle, the brains, or the numbers to pull that off.” Despite Cordelia whispering frantically in Xander’s ear, he continued saying, “Or you can apologize and still walk home.”
“Xander!” Cordelia hissed as she tried to pull him to her car.
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Ignoring Xander, Doug attempted to move close to Cordelia, but Xander protectively moved her behind him with his arm. Doug and his brother chuckled before the jock in his letterman jacket spoke to the most popular girl in school. “Come on, Cordelia! Why the hell are you messing with that loser when you can have this?” Doug lifted his shirt to show off his clear six-pack, to the praising howls of his inebriated brothers.
“I got an idea,” one brother called out.
“You got an idea?” the other playfully asked.
“Oh, I got an idea,” he happily reiterated. “Maybe… Just maybe, we beat the living shit out of the Limp Dick till the loser’s pissin’ in a bag. Then we show lil’ miss thang how big men swing.”
They laughed joyously at their own certainty and laughed harder still when Cordelia successfully turned Xander away from the laugh jocks. However, that only helped the angry Geek see there were more gathered around them than he realized. Harmony and the former-Cordettes, a few cliques of kids from school, and Buffy & Willow were all watching the scene.
Willow was clearly concerned, but Buffy’s greenish-blue eyes simply observed. Their eyes met, and it was like a spark went off in Xander’s head and heart; a dark spark. He couldn’t quite describe the feeling. If he had to, he’d say it was an odd mix between irritability, unfairness, and frustration, and Xander knew it would only stay with him all night if he walked away. Xander wanted to show her something. He wanted her to see just how wrong she was. So, despite Cordelia’s protests, Xander turned around. Buffy would stand up because she had the strength to. He won’t deny superhuman abilities helped her confidence, but Xander wasn’t weak anymore either.
‘A group of vampires might be too much,’ he mentally acknowledged. ‘But a group of regular humans?’ Xander smiled and faced them.
“Like I’m sure all your teachers tell you, you got it all wrong, Dougie,” Xander zealously began. “And I mean all wrong. Not just about me and Cordelia. But in life. If you think that six-pack alpha bro bullshit, in any way, makes you more worthy to be with Cordy, then I’m surprised you’re still alive right now. Like, seriously, how are you still breathing when you’re this dumb? How has Darwinism not weeded you out yet? How is it you haven’t choked on food you forgot to chew?” Xander eyed the larger brothers and added, “Though, looking at your brothers, I guess you can only expect an idiot when you were raised by idiots.”
All the humor was gone—sucked out of them like air in space—and the four took a step toward Xander but Doug held them back with outstretched arms, feeling more than confident enough by himself. Doug casually walked up to a battle-hardened Xander and threw a right straight that the geek easily slipped with a precise step & lean forward. Xander then countered the thick-necked jock with a cross to the chin. The forceful rotation of his head displaced his brain, knocking the soft tissue into the hard walls of the skull and compressing the delicate blood vessels. The popular football player with the six-pack abs dropped like a sack of potatoes, knocked out cold.
Xander had faced far stronger and faster a thousand times over. These four were nothing, and he threateningly demanded of the brothers, “Apologize!”
Everyone around them heard and were shocked to have witnessed Doug Jeffries getting knocked out by Xander Harris. Growing angrier by the public humiliation, the biggest of them charged Xander. Though the man had better form—likely boxes regularly—his big arms, hips, and feet easily telegraphed what he was going to do. Xander slipped the obvious right punch thrown, countered with a hard fist combination to his liver and chin powerful enough to rotate the man’s head counter-clockwise so it was parallel to the ground. Size didn’t matter at that point and the large black man was knocked out.
When he dropped harder than Doug, Xander told the remaining brothers, “Right now, each of you only has to carry one. If I have to drop another one, one of you’ll have to carry all three. Now, APOLOGIZE!”
Hands out in open palms, one brother quickly answered, “Okay, okay, we’re sorry, alright-”
“Louder!” Xander yelled at them.
“We’re sorry, alright! We’re sorry,” they hastily replied.
“To her!”
The two remaining brothers turned to Cordelia and hurried to say, “We’re sorry we said all those things!” “Yeah, yeah, we’re really sorry, alright.”
Xander didn’t care enough to continue tormenting them and told them, “Now get the fuck out of here.”
Xander turned as the brothers quickly grabbed their fallen. Xander noticed Buffy walking away and Willow waved longingly to him before following the slayer. Despite being in public, Cordelia hugged his arm affectionately—her ample bosom felt amazing and warm against his arm—and he turned to her in surprise. Her bright smile was positively beaming as she pulled him to her car.
“A six-pack is hot, but that was way hotter,” she said with heavy excitement before kissing him on the cheek. She rounded to the driver’s side and gave Harmony & her former friends a saucy grin before entering her car. It was a declaration that stated their opinions just became irrelevant. Cordelia was and will always be the Queen, and Harmony & company knew it.
‘Only Cordelia could use a smile like a weapon,’ he humorously thought as he got into her BMW.
Xander was worked up all the way to Cordelia’s house. He wasn’t sure why he was so irritated, but he couldn’t stop wondering if Buffy would’ve jumped in if he needed it. Four against one would’ve been no effort at all for the slayer, however, she didn’t. Buffy just watched, and it made Xander wonder if they would ever be friends again. The frustrated teen didn’t even care if Buffy couldn’t love him. He just missed his friends, and that craving drove his desire to loop back and erase this timeline. Were it not for the hell of repeating everything for the umpteenth time, he might’ve.
Parking in her four-car garage, Cordelia took his hand and led Xander out of the garage, up the stairs, and to her large room. He was so deep in thought he hadn’t noticed how hot and bothered the sensual girl in a tiny black dress became, not until she unbuckled his jeans—one of the many she picked out for him—then slid them down. Leaning against the edge of her high bed, she dropped his underwear and Xander quickly became much more alert and present.
Kneeling between Xander’s legs, Cordelia covered his rising cock with her tiny mouth, sucking hungrily on the warm meat stick. Her full lips caressed every inch of his throbbing length, making Xander groan deeply, tilting his head back as he closed his eyes in bliss. His hands rested on her head to not lose his equilibrium while he drowned in warm bliss.
Between his legs, the sexy cheerleader bobbed her head back and forth, sucking on all sides of Xander’s rock-hard shaft and leaving trails of saliva across its surface. She rubbed her button nose against the underside of Xander’s member while her tongue licked and stroked each aching orb of musky flesh. Xander was ready to blow right there. Then she sucked on his overflowing balls, making his legs weaken and shake as he went over the edge.
“Cor-Cordelia,” Xander gasped, feeling right on the edge as he gripped her head tighter.
Cordelia gripped his legs and let his cock slide deep into her throat as her tongue lapped and tickled the veiny surface, basting it with her warm saliva. The sudden engulfing of her oversensitive love muscle set Xander off.
“Cordy! Cor! I’m Cummmmmmmm,” he deeply groaned, but she didn’t pull back.
Though he knew she wasn’t a fan of giving head, she has said she only did it if the guys were worth a damn. Thick gobs of his white cream blew out in rivulets and Cordelia didn’t pull away. To his immense surprise, he came in her mouth and the gorgeous woman swallowed every drop. After a minute, Xander realized he fell back on the bed and Cordelia was dabbing the corners of her lips with a tissue.
“Cordy,” he happily gasped. “That was…” Swimming in post-nut bliss, he couldn’t even articulate how amazing she made him feel. “Wow! Just all the wows!”
Smirking, she laid next to him and kissed his cheek before asserting, “I gotta treat my man well. Especially when he defends me against assholes.”
“Of course, I would,” he said, rolling to his side and laying face-to-face with her. “I mean, it’s better not to fight-”
“But that’s sissy-speak for guys who lose fights,” she interrupted.
“Right,” he snorted. “Sissy-speak is for moral people.”
“I’ve had sex before,” she bluntly admitted.
Awkwardly curious, Xander evenly stated, “Not exactly a big turn-on at the moment, but…”
“I just mean, I hadn’t done it with you, because…” She momentarily looked thoughtful before admitting, “Well, I didn’t want to regret this- us, if it turned out I wasn’t really losing my mind and actually started liking you.”
Apprehensively, he cautiously asked, “Please tell me you didn’t sleep with Doug Jeffries.”
Cordelia snorted before confidently asserting, “Please, I can pull college guys. You’re the only one from high school I’ve seriously invested my time and attention on.”
With a straight, nearly strained facial expression, Xander teased, “This is me feeling honored.”
She smacked his shoulder, and he laughed. When he put his hand up to playfully defend himself, she gently took his hand in hers and affectionately asked, “How’s your hand?”
Xander moved her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles, before answering, “It’s good.”
“They’re red,” she said before her warm lips kissed his knuckles.
“Just a little sore,” he softly reassured her, moving closer to her.
The teenagers could both feel their arousal growing with anticipation as she stated, “Good. I don’t want them hurting any more than they have to.” He looked into her brown eyes curiously and she answered, “In the nightstand.”
As the nightstand was out of reach, Xander stood up and walked over to open the drawer and find several brands of colorful condoms inside. His eyebrows raised at the amount. He was sure there were at least thirty of the colorful squares; Trojan, Magnum, and Durex. Turning to the girl in disbelief, he noted, “Uh, Cordy, that’s a lot of condoms.”
Having stood up as well, Cordelia exclaimed, “We’re not using them all tonight!”
Upon closer inspection, he asked, “Why’d you buy different sizes?”
“I’ve never bought condoms before, okay!” she declared. “I didn’t know what size would fit the best and that clerk was giving me the creepiest looks, so I rushed.”
Xander could only imagine and chuckled. He walked to Cordelia and kissed her deeply. After going so many weeks without sex, his young hormonal body had been restless and frustrated, but for Cordelia, he was happy to wait until she was ready. During their kiss, every article of clothing slowly came off and was dropped on the floor. He pushed Cordelia onto the plush bed, and, to her delight, returned the favor.
Xander knelt between her legs, caressing the insides of Cordelia’s toned thighs with his hands while his tongue lapped up her pink pussy, covering her clit with his saliva. The teenage beauty shivered and a tiny stream of honey emerged from her womanhood. For weeks, Cordelia knew how phenomenal Xander could make her feel, and they were about to go all the way. Her anticipation built up her arousal, which then built up her anticipation, and soon, Xander was ravenously lapping up the brunette’s flowing juices.
Xander buried his mouth in her dripping sex, sucking on the hot flesh within as his hands massaged her inner thighs, hips, and lower back. The teens were getting hotter and as the pleasure sharply built in her, Cordelia gripped the bed cover tightly. Her breathing quickened and her moans and whimpers were music to Xander’s ears.
“Yes! Th-There. Mmmmnn,” she sounded as her head rotated left and right.
Her pussy was drenched with her juices as her body shivered with a growing tremble. Trickles of her honey stained Xander’s mouth and jaw as he probed her vagina with his experienced tongue until she finally grasped his ebony hair.
“I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m KUhhmmmmmmm,” she yelled as her love tunnel collapsed in an explosion of pleasure.
Her strong legs snapped around his head, and Xander lapped up the torrent of her orgasm. He massaged her hot, soft body through her bouts of pleasure overload. When she was a boneless mess of a quivering girl, Xander walked to the nightstand and put out seven condoms for easy reach. As he put one on, he thought, ‘Oh, I’m so making sure you pass out tonight.’
Looming over Cordelia’s naked body, he pressed his hard chest against her pillowy-soft breasts and covered her panting mouth with his lips. As the horny teens eagerly made out, entwining their tongues in her oral cavity, she wrapped her legs around his lower back as he lined himself with her budding entrance. Cordelia could feel the head of his cock resting against the entrance of her slit, pulsing and eager to enter her, and without delay, she squeezed his ass with her toned legs.
Employing his practiced muscles to press into her, Xander’s cock slid into Cordelia’s sodden center. Her velvety walls caressed his plundering shaft as he filled her womanhood inch by inch until he was completely sheathed inside her. Cordelia wrapped her arms around his neck and whimpered as he slowly pulled out and caressed her sensitive walls.
“Mmmn,” he panted when he pushed back in, growing hotter and impassioned by the second.
Cordelia could feel his cock beating as he pumped into her, making her twist and shudder when he moved or angled differently. Xander was tallying all her reactions as he slowly built up a rhythm. Pistoning his cock into her hungry sex, Cordelia groaned deeply when Xander began nibbling and kissing her neck as his hands caressed and messaged her inflamed body. The heat in the room sky-rocketed and their humping bodies gleamed with love sweat. As Xander found her sensitive clusters, Cordelia’s moans grew louder as repeatedly dove deep into her belly.
“YEs! Fuck! MMNn, Ahn, HHNN, HHMM! God! Oh, God, yeeesssss!” she hollered, losing her mind at how fantastic he was.
Cordelia grabbed Xander’s chin with her left hand and held his face still. The pleasure-high girl looked into his dark and aroused eyes before kissing him fiercely, devouring his mouth. Her sodden sex squeezed Xander’s cock as he repeatedly filled her to great satisfaction. The petals of her labia lathered the veined sides of his prick with generous amounts of her sweet nectar. Cordelia was close, and Xander thought of anything to hold out longer. Boy humped girl to the point their desperate thrusting was shaking the bed, and she broke the kiss when she felt right on the edge of the biggest fall of her life.
“Xander! AAH! Xa-Xander! I’m almost! MMHH! I’m almost! I’m gonna cummmmmn,” the sweating girl moaned in his ear.
She held onto his neck, her breath coming out in harsh pants when her stuffed pleasure coil finally reached the breaking point. Her orgasm erupted and her entire body quivered and shook as it was flooded with waves of over-stimulating pleasure. Squeezing his cock only intensified the bliss drowning her brain, and the girl screamed from her belly as her back arched and her toes curled. Xander drew on his years of experience to hold out, but he was close. Fortunately, she had already taken care of his first-round, or he would’ve climaxed with her.
Xander teased her sensitive nipples and firm tits, keeping her well in the throes of euphoria before letting her rest a bit. After a minute of massaging her sides, Xander gripped her shapely hips and impaled her pulsing pussy with his rock-hard shaft. Cordelia moaned loudly, arching her back as her love-glove widened to accept the thick cock filling her. Xander wrapped his powerful arms around Cordelia’s waist and pounded into her, thrusting deep into her young belly. When his thumb began circling her clit, Cordelia gripped the damp sheets and pulled hard as she felt another bubble of pleasure build.
Again and again, Xander’s dick fondled her G-spot, reflexively making Cordelia grip him harder. Their brains flooded with the cerebral narcotics of pleasure until they broke. Cordelia’s sex shivered and contracted before a long, heart-stopping explosion of ecstasy detonated from her core, spread down her toned legs, up her spine, and into her euphoric brain. Xander was balls deep when she clamped down around him, and he blew his hot spunk into the condom. After a few crushing moments of squeezing everything out, they collapsed together to rest for a few minutes.
Two rounds after weeks of waiting weren’t enough for Xander and the eager teen recovered soon after. He grabbed another condom and slipped it on before flipping her over, eager to enjoy the lovely view of her toned back and ass slapping against his pelvis. Xander slid a pillow under her pelvis to raise it more before asking, “Ready?”
“Um… I’m still sensitive, so, go slow,” she hesitantly requested.
Xander smiled at how Cordelia’s flush body quivered by his touch. Gripping the naked girl’s shapely hips, Xander slowly impaled her pussy with his cock, spreading her dripping line into a wide O. Cordelia shuddered, mouth open and moaning as the magic boy buried himself to the depth of her tight core. Feeling her shuddering cunt grip his hot and pulsing shaft brought a grin to Xander’s face. Then he slowly pulled out, dragging against the sensitive cluster of her G-spot. Xander repeated the motion and the patient pace, whipping the girl under him in a frenzy.
With her ass up and face planted in the sheets, Cordelia moaned as the slow pace was making her lose her mind faster than when he pounded into her. Her arms rested limply around her head and the dragging back and forth was tortuous, making her moan deeply. Xander went painfully slow, patiently waiting for her to lose all composure, and she did just that when he reached around to tease her love button.
“Xander!”
He didn’t stop his slow pace as he casually replied, “Yeah?”
“Jus… you’re doing this on purpose just so I… MMmmmn!” she groaned when his finger speed-stroked her sensitive clitoris. “Xander!”
With a deep edge to his voice, Xander demanded, “Say, ‘fuck me, Xander.’”
She rotated her head in surprise, making her sweaty brunette locks fling and stick to her skin. Eying the evil grin on his face raised her own fire, and she yelled back, “Fuck you, Xander- MMNNNN!!” she moaned, dropping back down as Xander rubbed her sensitive clitoris to teasing perfection.
“I want to hear it, Cor,” he voiced over the shuddering girl. She was getting close, but Xander would slow down just before she reached the edge. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.” She tried to hold strong as he slowly dragged his penile gland over her gushing erogenous zones, crippling her sexy form with ecstasy. “Come on, Cor. Be honest with me… or… I… won’t… stop.” He punctuated each word with a long drag in and out of her hot, seizing love tunnel.
Xander held her just on the edge for long, torturous minutes. He ignored her pleas and threats until she finally yelled, “Fine!”
“Fine, what?” he casually asked.
In a low voice, she mumbled, “F-fuck me, Xander-”
“I can’t hear you,” he voiced, squeezing her round, firm ass cheek.
“Ugh, God! I SAID FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF ME-” Xander immediately acquiesced and pounded her g-spot with such precision and power, a sex-dazed Cordelia lost her mind to euphoria ten seconds later. She saw white as Xander held onto her hips as her body arched and convulsed under a tsunami of ecstasy crashing her every nerve ending. He massaged the sexy girl’s large breasts, abdomen, and thighs to help her settle down from such an intense climax.
When Cordelia settled down some, he rolled her on her back once again, slid the pillow under her ass, and rested her strong cheerleader legs on his torso before entering her once again to mutual moans. Xander was close and gave up a little technique for more raw passion and drive to finish. As the boy pumped in cock into her sensitive pussy, Cordelia was moaning non-stop as voluptuous tits rolled with his every hard thrust.
Xander knew he only had seconds. He fell forward so her flexible legs were pushed into her chest and kissed her passionately as he buried himself to the balls. Her toes curled and her body shook in multiple quaking orgasms when she felt him cum deep inside of her. Squeezing everything out of his spurting shaft, Cordelia mewled and convulsed for several minutes under him. Xander might’ve softened up, but soaking in how sexy she looked in the repeated waves of rolling bliss, he stayed hard.
“Wait, haah… wait, haa… I… need a minute.”
“Take all the time you need… on top of me.” Xander rolled her on top of him so her sensitive sex was sitting on his hot rod. He put his hands under his head to enjoy the mesmerizing view of a debauched and satisfied Cordelia Chase straddling him. He’s never seen her like this and thoroughly enjoyed the view. She began grinding herself on his throbbing cock before lifting herself to take him inside again.
“Wait, let me get a condom,” he said as he tried to reach for one.
“Later,” she said as she took off his full condom.
“That’s not really the right order-”
“I just want to feel you, okay!”
The flush cheerleader lowered her dripping sex onto his eager love muscle, filling her shuddering nooks and crannies insanely better than the thin rubber that had separated them. Cordelia began riding his thick stallion and soon put strength and vigor into her impressive movements. Xander massaged her thighs or leaned up to grope and paw her beautifully bouncing orbs. After having so many orgasms, it didn’t take Cordelia long to reach her peak while Xander struggled to not shoot his hot jizz inside her fertile womb.
She laid on top of his heaving chest for a few moments before getting off and taking him in her mouth. The heavily aroused girl sucked his juice-covered cock until he came inside her mouth and swallowed his potent seed once again.
“Oh wow,” Xander gasped as she snuggled up next to him.
More than ready for sleep, Cordelia voiced, “Only the best for my man,” and they were asleep in seconds.
They stayed together the entire weekend, fornicating like rabbits around his forging time or her shopping time. Xander didn’t even go home. Cordelia’s small mansion had everything he needed, and she enjoyed dressing him. The insatiable teenagers made love, knocked boots, did the nasty, and parted her pink sea balls deep all over her room, her bathroom, her car, in the living room, and on the kitchen table. By Monday morning, the ravenous couple were walking funny to and from class.
Days before Christmas break, Willow snuck away from Buffy to ask Xander how he was doing. They were by his locker as she beamed, “I saw you last Friday.” Xander’s popularity exploded after he beat Doug and his brothers so publicly. Even when he wasn’t walking with Cordelia, he’d been getting a lot of looks from half the school. Willow continued, “I’m going to set aside my disgus- my feelings for Cordelia, and you, and you & Cordelia… together… horrible togetherness… ugh!”
“Will,” Xander called, focusing her attention.
“Right,” Willow huffed, shaking her head of distracting thoughts. Looking at him fondly, she confessed, “I just… we haven’t talked in so long and I miss you. So putting every ounce of her aside, it was awesome how you beat Doug and those guys up! I mean, they had big muscles and everything!”
“The bigger they are, the harder they fall,” Xander quipped.
“They must seem like nothing compared to the vampires you fight,” Willow remarked as the dear friends walked down the hallway.
Drawing his dark brows together, the curious boy asked, “Wait, you know about that?”
“Sometimes Angel comes by to ask about Buffy,” she sadly confessed. “He told me you guys patrolled together.”
Swishing his head from side to side, he clarified, “More like I take on one vamp while he handles the other seven.”
“Shush, you!” she hollered, smacking his shoulder. “You’re still dusting vam-” She looked around before lowering her voice and continuing, “Vampires by yourself. That’s incredible, Xander!”
“I also use a weapon, Will,” he informed her. “So, not that incredible. I’m only out there when I finish a sword and want to test it.”
Xander wondered if this was the perfect time to ask her to test his Mjölnir. He was hesitant because it wouldn’t matter if the hammer did house magic since he wouldn’t be able to wield it in battle anyway. It was simply too heavy to reasonably expect surviving the night. Xander had been practicing with single runes, which progressed much faster than hammering five runes into a construct. It would allow him to know sooner if his skills were getting closer to forging a magical weapon or not.
“You’re not changing my mind about this,” the redhead cutely insisted. “You’re amazing, end of story. Finito.”
“…Thanks,” he said with a melancholy smile. As much as he missed Willow, he knew why she had to sneak away to see him and asked, “How is she?”
Willow looked at him a moment to consider her words before glumly admitting, “Uh, the same, for the most part.” He nodded as she added, “A love that deep… it’s going to hurt for a while.”
“That’s what they say,” he sadly remarked.
Turning to him, she stopped him with a hand on the shoulder and assured him, “But it’s not your fault, Xander. You have to believe that.”
“Doesn’t change the fact that I was the one who broke them up.”
“…I really hate this,” a saddened Willow lamented. “I just wish we could all go back to the way it was.” Xander felt the exact same but knew he wouldn’t loop back. Even if he’d do things differently, he was deathly afraid of going back. Things may be bad with the Scooby Gang at the moment, however, he’d rather move forward. “I should go,” the redhead sadly said.
Xander gave his childhood friend a big bear hug and reassured her, “Don’t worry, Wills. We’ll get back to better times.”
“You think so?” she asked, hugging him back.
“I know so,” he responded before they separated.