For you two (TFATF/XXX-Crossover)

I like your pants around your feet

I like the dirt that's on your knees

And I like the way you still say please

While you're looking up at me

You're like my favorite damn disease

(Nickelback - Figured you out)



Shower, I had decided, was probably the best idea.

In case I would cramp - not unlikely after a day of hard work - or feel pain again, I wouldn't have to be afraid to drown or not be able to get up.

There I stood, hands to the wall, head hanging down, let the spray of hot water run over my head and down my body. Damn, that did good.

I shrieked out when someone's arms wrapped around my waist from behind. One look down to the arms told me that, of course, it was Xander again.

Who else, I mentally grumbled.

"Stop fucking sneaking on me like that!" I spat and kicked my foot back against his shin. "Can't you just knock or something like everyone else?"

"Ow!" He laughed. "If you'd watch your surroundings better I wouldn't have a chance to sneak on you, you know?"

"Xander, I'm not in the mood for your antics. Leave me alone." I grumbled and tried to remove the arms around my waist; to push the naked body that was pressing to mine away.

"Really want me to go?" He said a bit disappointed.

"Yeah, you go and hurry back to your brother. He'll probably be more thankful for you to be there than I'll be tonight."

"Ah, so I interpreted that look in your eyes correctly yesterday. You're jealous."

"Am not."

"Much." He chuckled.

"Not at all, Xander." I lied and felt that sting in my heart again.

"Your face and voice can always betray me, but never your body or eyes, Dana. I saw your eyes yesterday; I feel your body today and I know you're jealous no matter what you say. Don't be, there's no reason for that; you can't give him or me what we can give each other and neither of us can give what you are able to. I'm asking myself who the hell you're more jealous of - me because I took your precious Dom away last night or Dom because he touched me when you couldn't?"

Damn! I had absolutely no chance to lie to that man; he was able to look through me as if I was made of glass. He'd know faster than myself if - and when! - I lied, I thought and said nothing in reply.

"Did I tell you that I loved the way you painted Michael's car yesterday? So beautiful, so concentrated, so tenderly. Never thought someone could have a love affair with a spray gun while working with one, but you did." He whispered and licked over the outer shell of my ear, making me shudder. "Made me wish to be that gun in your hand and the car you were paying so much attention to at the same time."

"You're not into love affairs, Xander, so this time it's obviously you who is lying." I replied.

For the first time I didn't get a snarky or clever comment in reply. Even the tongue was removed from my ear after freezing in its motion for a second. I frowned and tried to turn around to look at his eyes, but the arms that were firmly wrapped didn't let me.

"What do you want, Xander?" I asked. "You asked me a dozen times what I want and I think it's about damn time you tell me what you really want."

"Don't want you to ask so many questions." He mumbled against my neck, his voice sounding strange.

"That was just one question, Xander." I insisted.

"Fine, I'll answer that question if you, too, answer one. One in particular, that is." He said, again with that strange, slightly strangled voice.

"Just ask." I said.

"I asked Dom about your scars. You know my ways to ask, he told me the full story as far as he knows it from you."

My heart was skipping a beat and I swallowed.

"So what I want to know from you is... their names."

Even if I was still standing under a hot running shower I felt that strange, sickening cold wash over me that I always felt when I was reminded of... them. Of what happened all those years ago.

He turned me around, tightly pressed to his body with one arm, the hand of the other arm forcing my chin up so that I would look at him. His eyes were almost black with worry and pain; but none that he felt for himself, it seemed.

"Their names, Dana. I want their names. Give me their names and I'll answer every question you have."

"Don't think I have any questions if that's your condition." I replied and tried to look away from him, but he didn't let me.

"You have questions. Lots of them. Just the names, Dana. You know them."

"I didn't give them to Dom when he asked and won't give them to you either." I growled.

"You think they're worth protecting, Dana?" He placed his hands on my shoulders and shook me lightly. "You liked what they did to you?"

"Xander, stop it." I warned and swallowed the tears down that were trying to reach my eyes. "You warned me yesterday that I was getting emotionally too close to you when I wanted to know something. This time you're getting too close to me and I swear if you don't stop it's you who won't see me again."

"You should know me well enough to know that I never stop when I'm told to." He replied.

"And you should know me well enough to know that I do what I say. Last warning, Xander."


"You wouldn't send me away. Not for long." He said calm; one of his hands touched my face.

"Pray tell why not?" I laughed harsh.

"Because you want me too much. Because you're too curious. Because you know that you and I have something in common that you'll never have in common with any of the others."

"And what would that be, Xander?" I already knew it; just wanted to hear it from him.

"I don't misinterpret that look in your eyes. I know what it means. How did you put it? 'I occasionally sport it myself'. The things we could have passed on but nevertheless experienced tie us together, Dana."

Tie us? Interesting. Just two days ago he had told me that he didn't want to tie himself to anyone. And now this. That man has no idea what he wants; he's just playing mind games with me here. Enough. Definitely enough and too much, I thought and exploded.

"How dare you think you know me, Xander? You know nothing. Not from one night with me; not even from whatever you squeezed out of your brother. Fucked me? Made me come? Several times? Yeah, that was nice. So what? Think you got me on my knees now because of this? Play your games with yourself, I won't play along any more."

He pushed me against the shower wall and grinned down at me. "You're so beautiful when you're furious."

"I'll give you beautiful." I swung my fist up - a move he neither expected nor saw it coming or he would probably have blocked it which I really expected him to do - and punched his nose hard. I was shocked by the fact that I could, that I really had done that and froze.

Xander closed his eyes slowly, his face had that strange, puzzled expression of someone who had been hit by surprise. His hand went to his nose, found the small trail of blood that came from it when he opened his eyes again. A quiet, deep rumbling start of a wondering laughter came from his chest.

For a moment I thought he had taken it easy.

Then I found myself pinned to the wall, his hand on my throat pressing me upwards; that had happened faster than I knew how he had done it.

"Two mistakes." He growled, piercing me with his eyes. "Mine, I underestimated you. Yours, to beat me. I'd say we're even now. But beat me again and I'll make another mistake too; one that won't leave you with just a bloody nose."

I saw a fire burning in his eyes that I hadn't seen there before. Different kind of fire from what I had seen before; scaring kind of fire.

I now knew what he looked like when he was starting to be furious. And this - really - was just the start of it; I could see how much he fought to keep control over himself when he removed a shivering hand from my neck while that fire in his eyes faded.

"Xander?" I said.

"Hm?" He sounded absent-minded; as if he was still fighting with himself.

"You may think me beautiful when I'm furious, but..."

Damn, I thought, he's got me again; and this time by threatening me. This just couldn't end well if it went on like that...

"But?" His voice was small; the fire in his eyes was gone.

"You're fucking irresistible when you're furious. Starting to be furious, that is."

He flinched, stared down at me. That was obviously something he hadn't expected.

"Do I really need to beat you again to see that fire in your eyes once more or is there anything else I can do to throw coals into it?" I teased.

"That's one fine line you're about to walk on there. Much finer than the emotional one and I think you know it." He growled, his body almost crushing mine against the shower wall; I felt that he was rock hard all over. "If you step off that line into the wrong direction, it'll end disastrous for both of us."

"Well, seems we both love tiptoeing along thin lines, so what?"

There. A spark in his eyes. So irresistible.

"Careful, Dana. Be very careful what you do or say."

It was a warning, slowly spoken out. The fire was burning again; low, but it was burning.

"I swear, if you don't take me right now here in the shower I'll run out on the street and prostitute myself." I groaned.

"No, you'd catch a cold, wet as you are." He chuckled and I snorted at the double meaning of his words. "Would be such a waste not to have you for some days."

He picked me up, draped my legs around his waist and pushed himself into me. Not that he had any difficulties sliding in; that fire in his eyes had me aroused and willing the moment I had first seen it and he knew it.

"Fuck, I never knew a woman who'd get wet like that by arguing with me in such a way." He groaned.

"I expect they usually run screaming?" I gasped while he pushed himself deeper into me.

"Damn straight." He said and buried himself to the hilt inside of me; making me cry out.

"Don't like to fuck you like this. Don't have my hands free." He said, turned around and carried me into the living room where he practically dropped down with me on the carpet.

"Xander... I'm still wet from the shower. Cold." I said.

"I'll make you hot, believe me." He grunted and started to move inside of me.

His hands and lips were anywhere they could reach from him lying on me; and not too long after, I found myself sweating, moaning and writhing beneath him.

Each time I was close to coming, he stilled his movements until I had cooled down a bit.

Each time he did that I cursed him more when he did.

"Xander... entertaining enough!" I finally cried when he stilled his movements for the umpteenth time. "Please..."

"Please what, Dana?" He panted.

"Please let me come, dammit!." I cursed.

"Just 'please let me' won't do this time. Tell me what you can offer in return." He grinned down to me and started to move again. Once over that spot, twice over that spot... and stilled his movements again.

Damn, that man had self control.

Unfortunately, I didn't.

"I would beat you but I'm afraid you won't continue at all then." I laughed and cried at the same time.

"Try something else, Dana." He still grinned.

"I could lick you, suck you off after you let me come?" I tried to sound seducing. It didn't matter to me what I had to offer, I wanted this now.

"On my terms?" He asked a bit surprised.

"Whatever you want, Xander. Just let me come."

"Well, I was more like thinking about some names, but damn, yes, that should do right now." He chuckled and moved again.

Dammit, I thought. If he had asked me for them I would have given the names to him. Just good that I didn't think of offering that.

The realization of what had just happened hit me almost in time with my own orgasm.

Xander could be distracted!

No matter how determined he was, when I gave him something he was more interested in, he was distracted.

Interesting, I thought while I could before I blacked out for that short moment again.

When I still lay beneath him and tried to catch my breath, he looked down at me.

"You fine?" He asked, a wicked smile on his face.

"Sure, just not enough air in this room for me." I gasped.

"Need your mouth elsewhere now. Think you could breathe through your nose?" He chuckled and pulled out of me. Still hard; he hadn't come.

"I'll have to, right?" I chuckled back, knew what he was expecting from me.

To my surprise he didn't just roll down from me but instead got up, standing beside me.

I raised my eyebrows in question.

"On your knees." He ordered.

My eyebrows certainly got in contact with my hairline at that sentence.

"My terms." He chuckled. "My revenge for your punch. I know you must hate kneeling almost as much as I do."

This time, I thought, you're wrong, Xander. Some things can better be done kneeling. If you are not able to distract me, then I can do this even better. I couldn't help but think about the lines of a song I heard the other day on the radio and grinned to myself.

I tried to look pissed, tried not to let him know how much I enjoyed this kind of submission while I got up on my knees. His large, hard shaft was still coated with my own juices; glistening in the dim light of the room. Damn big, I thought. Damn beautiful.

I licked over the tip of his cock with just the tip of my tongue; it was much less a licking than a soft touch I gave to him. My hands started to stroke over the insides of his thighs, slowly, lightly, feather-like; I could feel the sweat clinging to the short hairs that grew there.

Somewhere above me I heard him sighing, then felt his hands on my shoulders.

I stopped touching him, looked up, then, when I was sure that he was looking down at me, gave each of his hands a disapproving look.

"Your terms, Xander, but my way."

He shrugged and removed his hands; one now holding on to the backrest of a chair next to him.

I continued what I did before, played with him, teased him with hands, lips, tongue and - occasionally - my teeth. Slow movements, light licks, brushes and touches; I felt and heard him breathing faster.

Then I took the head of his shaft into my mouth and hummed a low tone while I did; I knew that he could feel those vibrations coming from my throat, which, given his state of arousal, would be almost painful.

"Stop teasing me." He groaned out. "Do something."

"Ah." I looked up at him with the sweetest smile I could offer. "But I'm doing something, Xander, don't you think?"

"Yeah, something. Teasing me."

"Oh, I can continue that for hours..." My smile grew into a grin.

Then I took him into my mouth as far as I could; sucking hard when I pulled back.

The sound that came from somewhere up above was genuine; animalistic. I liked it so much that I gave that movement several more tries, just to then still my movements and hum again.

That shaft there right before me was about to burst if it was swelling any more, I knew it.

"Don't know how long I can control myself here." He growled.

I didn't forget to breathe on the wetness when I took him out of my mouth again to speak.

"But I'm doing what I've told you, the way you've told me, right?" I asked innocent, again grinning up to him.

"Stop it, Dana."

"What, everything?" I chuckled.

"No, teasing me. I don't like not to have control to a certain level, and you're just about to cross the line to that level. Don't know what I'll do when that happens."

"Just try and enjoy this as much as I had to enjoy your teasing before, Xander." I said and started to suck on him again, my hands firmly holding on to his ass.

Damn, that man felt so good, tasted so good. No more much of myself, but of him. Just don't get lost now, Dana, I thought. Mission in progress here. That man's gonna get a lesson tonight.

I was back to the humming.

"Gods, woman!" He shouted, sounding desperate. "I swear, I'll kill you if you don't let me come."

I chuckled, the movements of my lips and tongue made him shiver, I could feel the trembling under my hands.

"See, the problem is, if you kill me there'll be no way for me to continue this. Think about something else you can offer me?" I spoke slowly, constantly breathing on him, rubbing my cheek along his length occasionally.

"What do you want?"

"Offer something, Xander." I said, licked over the whole length and looked up to him while doing it. Keep him distracted, I thought, keep him focussed on this here.

"I could... could... gods, keep doing that with your tongue..." He moaned when I circling the tip.

"Tongue is a good start for an offer, Xander. Tell me more?"

I'm so massively evil, I thought when I started to suck again; one of my hands sliding between his legs, stroking, teasing the insides.

"I - could... oh fuck, please don't stop... could... use my tongue on you, too..."

"The way you did it the first night?" I stopped to ask.

"Any way you want it." He whispered.

"On my terms?"

"Anything you want, just... oh gooodssss..."

I had heard what I had wanted to hear, no need to play around or tease any more. I grabbed the base with my hand hard, stroked, sucked, licked with my tongue in between; and just a minute later, he came, looking down at me, standing on shaky legs when he did.

Not a single drop escaped me, I even licked his shaft off with soft, tender strokes of my tongue after he came.

Finally he broke down to his knees, shaking, panting and sweating, still stabilizing himself with one hand on the backrest of the chair.

"Good lord, Dana. You shouldn't do this, really shouldn't-"

"Nice position you're having there now." I said, grinning at him while I got up and placed one of my feet on the seat of the chair he was holding on to, exposing myself to him. "Your turn." I said.

He rolled his eyes in realization.

"Ah, you've got to be kidding me..." He said, then his voice trailed off as he saw my face.

"Got you on your knees, Xander, and this is where you'll stay right now for your teasing before. Now... do... something." I wiggled my eyebrows.

"Oh please." He said while still looking up. "I don't like kneeling and you fucking know..."

"You'll learn to like." I grinned until I felt his breath between my legs.