This takes place in an AU season 6. Joyce didn't die in season 5. She ended up in a coma and was taken to an LA hosptial so she wouldn't be used for bait by Glory. Buffy's getting better after her resurrection. Willow, Tara and Giles have come to an agreement. Willow will slow down her magic provided Giles will teach them and not rattle on about how dangerous something is. Willow wants to learn how to do magic. She already knows how to not use it. Faith got out of prison and came to town.
Xander flipped through the new magic book Anya had acquired in her latest shipment of books and reflected on how odd the last twenty-six hours had been for him. It had started last night. Buffy had wanted to spend some time with her mom and Dawn. Giles was giving Willow and Tara a magic lesson. Anya had stock to look through. So he and Faith ended up doing the patrol together. Anya had been against it until she had been reminded of the last time they had been in bed together.
"She tried to strangle me, Ahn."
"Oh. Well, it's okay then. You may have a lot of kinks but suffocation isn't one of them."
He scowled at the memory and turned the page.
Then he and Faith had headed out on patrol. He had gone to great efforts to make her feel at ease. But a demon had popped up while she was laughing and pointed a weapon at her. He tackled her and took the shot it fired.
It had taken a while to realize why he hadn't told her that the weapon was a ferula gemina. The device that had split him into suave and dorky. He could see his other half lying in the garbage in the nearbye alley. But he didn't go to him.
In fact he hadn't gone to get him until he realized that if his other half died so would he. His other half was surrently locked in the wolf cage they'd used to contain Oz.
Before that he had accompanied Faith back to her new apartment. She hadn't tried to jump him. That had pissed him off, and he'd gone of muttering. He'd pictured her down on the bed, his hands around her thraot this time. To his surprise that got him hard, and he felt no shame about it.
He'd gone home and fucked Anya senseless, all the time the fantasies that only showed up in dreams and left him feeling guilty bubbling up. Joyce spanking Buffy at hsi request for not treating him better. Cumming on Willow and Tara's faces and making the lesbian witches lick each other clean. Taking advantage of the love spell in junior year and fucking every woman who looked at him.
He'd been at work, ordering some of the new guys around making them do something that should've been his job, when he realized what was happening. 'A bad guy wouldn't want to split Faith into strong and weak. But if he split her into good and evil?' So that was it. He was evil Xander. He was thrown when he realized he wanted to stake Spike. But of course he was a human evil. Not a demonic evil. And Spike was doing good as long as he had the chip. So yeah it would be pretty bad to stake him.
Xander flipped another page in the book. He remembered Jonathan's Superstar spell. "Librus Incindere." Those two words had ignited a magic book, that Xander had quickly slammed shut. He'd never had the nerve to intentionally try a spell though. His conscience had kept him in check, remembering the disastrous love spell. He didn't have to worry about that.
ANd right now he was thinking about the gorgeous, powerful egotistical women in his life. This book and the others like it in the Magic Box could make all of them his bitches. And the best part was he had a gorgeous fiancee sleeping in the other room who was willing to try anything once in the name of better orgasms. He could experiment on her to make sure this worked.
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