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This story is No. 1 in the series "Blame it on that evil *bleeping* ....". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Faith and Xander rescue a Winchester. How should he repay them?

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Supernatural > Xander-Centered > Pairing: Threesome & Moresomes
Supernatural > Faith-Centered > Pairing: Threesome & Moresomes
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Chapter One

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TITLE: Blame it on that evil *bleeping* witch!
SUMMARY: Faith and Xander rescue a Winchester. How should he repay them?
Post “Chosen” for Buffy
Pre-Supernatural Season 1 for Supernatural
RATING: FR21 – Slash and Het Sex

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Xander, when asked later, would swear a lot and blame it all on the alcohol and that evil fucking witch – no offense Willow. Because there was absolutely no way in his right mind that he would’ve had a threesome with Faith and another guy, even if the guy had a mouth that was made for sucking his cock. Yep, it was definitely not his fault that he’d done what he had. Not.his.fault.

They’d been investigating a string of murders that looked to be supernatural in nature. Willow thought a witch might be responsible. She’d been right, unfortunately, because it was an angry, pissed off witch, who’d gone running in the direction of the dark side. Sure, she had nothing on Willow in her ‘I’m going to end the world’ days, but she was still a problem.

He and Faith had arrived just in time to prevent her from sacrificing her latest victim. But Xander still half-heartedly wishes they’d arrived a few minutes later because then he would’ve never met Dean Winchester. Because then he would’ve been able to continue his life with one less life-altering experience, even if it was extremely hot and mind-blowing.

A little chanting, some stinky herb burning and the use of a crystal ball had effectively left Rachel Thompson nothing but a mere mortal. Her powers – the essence of her witchiness – were trapped in the crystal ball waiting to be dissolved by Willow. Willow’s binding spell in a bottle had done its job and Rachel would never be able to touch magic again. And with one anonymously placed call to the local authorities, Rachel Thompson was arrested to stand trial for the previous murders she’d committed. Threat effectively neutralized.

Which again made Xander wish that something had gone wrong - anything - because it would have altered the course of history and he wouldn’t have done anything.

Dean hadn’t shut up since his rescue. He swore up and down that he’d had it all under control, no need for the rescue, none at all. And he’d been very vocal in his disagreement about just leaving Rachel Thompson to the local authorities instead of putting a bullet in her skull and burning the remains.

The alcohol at the bar had only made matters worse. He’d started comparing hunting stories with Faith, going shot for shot with a Slayer and not quite understanding the consequences. And Xander, in an attempt to drown out Dean’s wild adventures had quite a collection of beer bottles lined up on the table when he’d finally had enough and shut Dean Winchester up. And he would tell anyone that asked, and quite a few that didn’t, that it was the fire in Faith’s eyes not the taste of Dean lingering on his lips that caused him to kiss Dean again. Never mind the fact that Dean had stopped talking after the first kiss.

Xander’s first time with a man wasn’t nearly as bad as he’d hoped it would be. If he was honest with himself he’d admit it was one of the hottest experiences of his life. Dean’s crappy motel room was two blocks from the dive bar they’d ended up in. It was a quick walk in the cool night air that didn’t clear the lust haze in Xander’s head as he’d hoped. He watched as Dean ambled along, one arm slung around Faith’s shoulders, and those lips brushing against Faith’s ear as he whispered something that made her laugh. He had plenty of opportunities to stop, to just stop his feet from moving forward, and to go back to the hotel room that he was sharing with Faith – two double beds, thank you. But each time the idea entered his mind Dean would look over at him, undressing him with a look, and letting those lips curve into a smirk that made Xander’s dick twitch inside his suddenly too tight jeans.

Xander knew – all too well – how Faith got after a fight. He’d gotten his virginity taken in an embarrassingly short amount of time that night and kicked out immediately afterwards for his trouble. The look in Faith’s eyes as she studied the two men was eerily familiar. But it only served to increase his heart rate rather than dampen his desires.

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