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Fic: Collision (BtVS/AtS)
Title: Collision
Rating: Super Adult Like Woah
Pairing: Connor/Dawn with a bit of Dawn/Xander
Timeline/Spoilers: post both series so everything is fair game
AN: Many thanks to sweptawaybayou for the beta and to argleblather for the read through and for listening to me angst. Eons ago kita0610 posed the question 'if you had a sockpuppet what would you write?' If you remember that you might remember the person (ros_fod?) who answered 'fred or dawn devirginizing connor with a strap-on' The idea stuck in my brain and now I have written it.
Summary: Collision: Physics. A brief dynamic event consisting of the close approach of two or more particles, such as atoms, resulting in an abrupt change of momentum or exchange of energy.



Five months after the LA disaster, the state of California got their act together enough to hold a memorial service on the partially cleared “Ground Zero 2”.

Connor took time off school to be there.

He noticed her just before the first of the speeches began. She was standing a few feet away from him and she seemed completely alone even in the massive crowd. He kept watching her all through the governor's rambling about freedom and justice and the way that the state and the nation had banded together. She was rail thin and dressed all in black. She was shivering in the slight breeze despite shawl she was clutching around her shoulders. She was wearing dark glasses and her face was partly obscured by her hair.

She was beautiful.

He would have felt guilty for checking someone out at what amounted to a giant funeral, but given that he knew that it hadn't actually been terrorists who destroyed an entire city he thought he could be forgiven for tuning out the patriotic bullshit.

He started paying attention to the ceremony when family members of the dead started speaking but he couldn't help but sneak glances at the girl every so often.

He noticed the way she choked a little when a man wearing an eye patch got up to speak. And he noticed her slowly folding in on herself as the man went on about all the bravest and most beautiful people he knew dying in the city and how the world could never understand the enormity of the loss.

Her shoulders were shaking by the end of the man's speech, but her cheeks were dry.

The ceremony ended with the governor talking about rebuilding, about the costs and the sacrifices so many people were making to ensure that the city would again thrive. When he started to expound the virtues of the generous law firm Wolfram and Hart Connor felt bile rise in his throat. He forgot the girl as he turned and shoved his way out of the crowd.

--

That night he was in the hotel bar with a fake ID when the girl in black slid into the seat beside his.

She ordered a double shot of Jack Daniel's and drank half of it down immediately. “You were at the ceremony today,” she said without turning to face him.

“Yeah.”

“Did you know anyone who died?”

He swallowed a sip of his beer before nodding. “My father. Sort of.”

“How do you sort of die?”

“He was my sort of father.”

The girl's mouth twisted, smile-like. “Yeah I know how that is.”

“You lost family.”

“I lost everything.” She finished her drink and stared into the mirror behind the bar for awhile. “Come upstairs with me?”

He finished his beer and nodded. She kissed him hard on the mouth and then stood, tugging him along after her.

--

Her room, which was actually a suite, was messy and given the amount of men's clothing crumpled in balls around the room, it wasn't her room alone. But there were two beds in the bedroom so Connor figured he probably wasn't assisting in any cheating.

She closed the door to the bedroom and pushed him down on the bed.

Connor had never done this sort of thing before. He'd had sex, once. But it barely counted, it was part of a memory set that barely felt real, soft lights, the woman Angel loved, apocalypse...

This girl was hot and sweaty and real and she didn't know his father and she wanted him and her hands pushing his clothing off felt damn good.

When she was naked against him with her hand wrapped around his cock he broke their kiss to ask if she had a condom.

“Yes, but we're not going to use it now.”

She opened a drawer beside the bed and came out with a rubber glove, a pair of scissors and some lube. She made a few quick cuts and he was starting to get his thoughts collected enough to ask what she was doing but then she kissed him again.

And then she was turning him over onto his stomach and kissing down his spine and he wanted to ask his questions but her lips and her tongue and the soft brush of her hair against his skin was so incredibly distracting.

He tensed when her lips brushed the swell of his ass and he eeped when her fingers parted his cheeks. She laughed a little. “Relax. You'll like it.” And then she was spreading the uncomfortably cold lube against his skin and laying the now flat glove against him and then her tongue was between his cheeks and against his asshole and it was beyond bizarre but weirdly good and she seemed to be loving it making little happy noises against him. She stroked his cock in time with the flicks of her tongue and his general sense of what the fuck was being replaced with arousal. Especially when she stroked her finger over the skin behind his balls.

And when she moved away he made a noise of protest but relaxed when he heard the drawer opening again. He lay there for a few minutes listening to her fumble with whatever she was getting, wondering what exactly this girl had in store for him now.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

Connor turned to look at her and she was kneeling on the bed wearing a strap-on. The plastic cock rising from rounded girl hips was a shock but he was still incredibly turned on.

She kissed him and then rolled him to his stomach once more and helped him get onto his hands and knees. She lay kisses on his back, while her fingers, now slick with lube, teased his asshole. She worked in one, then two, then three fingers crooking and twisting them inside him.

It felt strange, and a little exciting, but mostly just strange, until she hit a spot that made him whimper. Then she was hitting it again and again and he was pushing back against her and moaning and she laughed against his back and said “I think you're ready.”

He tried to control his breathing while she pushed inside. It burned and it was cooler than her fingers had been and too smooth and too big. When she was all the way in he felt her hips against his and she lay a kiss on the back of his neck and her hair fell over his shoulders.

“I'm going to fuck you now.”

And then she was moving and it hurt and it felt weird but also good and then she was hitting that spot inside him and it was more good than weird and the pain was fading and then it was just good and good and good and good and he was working himself back against her cock and begging.

“God, more! Harder.”

She was snapping her hips against his faster and harder than a girl her size should have been capable of and she was curled over his back, the points of her nipples sliding along his sweat slick skin as she pushed against him harder and harder.

She was making high pitched noises and panting and her arms were trembling and he wasn't sure how to tell when a girl was about to come, but he'd have put money on her finishing soon so he put his weight on one hand and used the other to tug on his cock until he shot across the hotel bedspread while still moving his hips against hers.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” She panted against him, sounding closer and closer, and she kept moving and moving until suddenly she pushed him forward off of her cock and she started to wriggle out of the harness.

“It's not enough.” And she was out of the harness and grabbing his hair and then he was face first between her legs and she was wet and red and pushing up against his mouth. “Come on! Fingers, tongue, something!”

At first his nose was squashed and he couldn't quite breathe and didn't know what the hell to do but then he remembered the few times his ex-girlfriend coaxed him through this and he put his tongue to her cunt and started to lick and suck at her. He slid two fingers inside and then three and sucked on her clit for all he was worth.

“More fingers.” Her feet were flat on the bed and she kept pushing her hips up to meet his mouth and hands and her fingers were twisted in his hair and her whole body was trembling.

He slid in a fourth finger and, at her urging, his thumb and then he was suddenly fisting this girl whose name he didn't know and she was moaning and shuddering and coming and crying and he slid his hand out and crawled up her body. He kissed the tear tracks on her cheeks and gathered her to him and held her.

--

He woke the next morning feeling sore and vulnerable and very alone. He heard voices from the outer room of the suite.

“What the fuck were you doing Dawn? Do you even know anything about him?”

“So what if I don't? It's not like you were around last night. I went down to the bar to find you, it's not my fault you weren't there.”

“I was taking a goddamn walk! Aren't I allowed to grieve?!”

“Aren't I?”

There was an exhale that sounded suspiciously close to a sob and their voices fell to murmurs. Connor put on his clothes and put his hand on the door handle bracing for an awkward scene. He heard Dawn say, “I'm sorry Xander, let me make it better?” as he pushed the door open.

They were on the pull-out couch, where the man, Xander, had evidently slept. He was stretched out with his good eye closed and Dawn had her mouth on his cock. Her hair was falling in her face and getting her mouth and her lips were stretched obscenely tight as she bobbed up and down. Connor was hard in his pants at the sight.

They locked eyes briefly as he stood in the doorway and she motioned him to go through and he walked quickly into the hallway and then into the elevator where he sagged against the wall and breathed hard willing his erection to go down.