"Damn. We didn't go by the video store," Xander spat as he prowled through the fridge for a beer. He tossed a pint of blood to Spike, who rummaged through the cabinets for a mug.

"You own enough videos to open a bloody video store," Spike commented, sticking his favorite Alcatraz coffee mug into the microwave. He was coming down from his adrenalin high--running around fearing for your unlife was only fun for the first fifteen miles. While his meal was warming and Xander was trading his dirty work clothes for sweatpants, Spike flipped through the many tapes lying around their living room. He still hadn't found anything when the microwave dinged, so he just grabbed the next tape he touched and stuck it in.

"What's playing?" Xander inquired, heaving a ready-made sandwich from the fridge and a beer into his hands. He joined Spike on the sofa, intent upon curling up with his big bad lover and napping the first half of Saturday away. Maybe Friday hadn't been too much of a waste after all.

Spike picked up the remote controls and turned on the television and VCR. The tape flickered and spazzed for a minute, tracking noisily. Xander perked up a bit, drawing deeply of his beer. Spike drank of his blood and waited for the movie to start.

Fortunately for both men, the television, and most of the furniture in the apartment, they'd both swallowed before the first frame appeared. Xander watched, jaw hanging around the floor, as Willow and Tara appeared on the tape. Yup, that was definitely Willow. He knew it was Willow because he recognized the shock of red hair. He was assuming the other person was Tara.

He wasn't exactly looking at their faces.

"Bloody hell," Spike whispered, transfixed. He never knew Willow had it in her... but there she was, in all her witchy glory, with the blonde confection. Twisted together like a pair of pale-skinned, painted serpents. Lips, red, striking in fury. Cries, silk of hair sliding over moistness.

Xander didn't say anything. He couldn't... that was Willow. How the hell had they gotten Homemade Wiccan Lesbian Pornography™? He noticed then that he was hard. Uncomfortably hard. Oh, being erect wasn't uncomfortable, getting a woody after watching wiccans get it on wasn't bad, having a hard-on while seeing lesbians in action was no problem, and he thought pornography could sometimes be a Good Thing™. But Willow? That was wrong. Wrong. *Wrong*. Xander reached for the VCR remote controller that was lying in Spike's slack hand. He hit the first button he felt, which turned out to be fast forward.

Spike cocked his head to one side as, all of a sudden, Willow's head began to move extraordinarily fast between Tara's legs. He moaned along with Tara as the blonde came. Then Willow got up and turned the camera off. Beside him, Xander sighed. "That was too weird. How did we end up with that?"

"We took the tape out of the camera, remember?" Spike murmured. "From Red's room."

"But we took the one that might have had *us* on it," Xander countered. "When you, uh, fucked me." Spike frowned. Xander frowned. In slow motion, they turned to the television. On it, Xander and Spike were looking around Willow's dorm. Spike reached down and hit the 'Play' button. Then he threw the remote controller across the room and grabbed Xander, hauling him into his lap.

"Oh, this is so exciting," Xander muttered, squirming. His onscreen self was looking for a bottle amongst Willow's supplies.

"Watch," Spike murmured, maneuvering them around on the couch. After a minute he hand them pressed together, his front to Xander's back. He'd also managed to strip off what remained of their clothing, leaving them naked on the plush thermal blanket Xander kept on the couch.

Xander watched the screen in front of him, pushing back against Spike as the vampire's cool hands drifted over him. Spike didn't seem to be doing anything specifically, just touching here and there. Then their taped selves got down to business. "See how hard you are? How much you want me, want me fuck you, fill you up?" Spike whispered, tracing Xander's ear with his tongue.

Spike had been waiting for one precise moment. Just as his taped self thrust into the boy, he struck, wrapping his hand around Xander's cock. The young man groaned as Spike worked him, thrusting back as the blonde rubbed against him. On the television, Xander was gasping and whining. Spike felt the tape caught the boy's natural responses rather accurately. Of course, watching them on tape was doing things to the boy also. It was voyeurism of a very perverse type, watching yourself--in this case made more odd by the fact that their taped selves hadn't known they were being taped.

Spike wasn't unaffected by the viewing either; he was hard, thrusting almost frantically against Xander as he jerked the boy off. "You're gonna come soon, Xander, can't you feel it?"

Xander keened softly as he watched his videotaped self submit to Spike's thorough fucking. He was so close; feeling Spike's cock right up against his ass, that cold hand, those sinful lips, and getting to watch them on television...

Spike shouted as he came, cock spurting come over Xander's ass. He twisted his hand slightly, pulling roughly on Xander. The boy shuddered and climaxed, collapsing against Spike. On screen, Xander and Spike were cleaning up and preparing to leave. "Er, twenty," Xander whispered. He reached behind himself to hit whatever he could reach, which turned out to be Spike's ass. He hoped Spike was tired enough to sleep for a little while. Xander was about to pass out.

Spike pulled the top edge of the blanket down, covering both of them in a warm cocoon. He reached over for the television remote controller that hadn't been pitched away and turned off the box before snuggling down with Xander for a few hours' rest.