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"Really it's the specific idea too," Peter pointed out, assessing both the hot chick in leather and giving the guy a third- or fourth-over and thinking they lucked out. "So?" he said. "We said we'd discuss money when we got here."

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Willow looked disappointed. "Money talk is boring. Wanna play with toys."

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"We'll be whatever you want," Peter replied with a wink. "Money first though."

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Not that Xander wasn't leery of that idea after having lost a hundred bucks down that pale chick's top when he had to flee last night, but what the hell. These two weren't going anyplace. Ever again.

He pulled what was left of the roll of bills from his pocket. "Talk fast. She gets bored easy."

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Street eyes the wad of bills, naming a price that's about one third of the total present.

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Peter glared at Street for a split second then doubled the number immediately, slinging his arm back around the other boy's waist. "Foursomes cost extra," he said with a shrug.

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Xander started to snort, because it really was enough to buy everybody on that streetcorner; must've been all the guy's travel money or something. But shit, not his money, and again, it wasn't going anywhere tonight anyway.

He peeled off the bills and held out one stack in each hand. "Trust me, once you get a taste of how my baby plays, you'll be the ones paying."

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Willow came over to drape herself across Xander's side. "Don't give away the ending," she scolded. She looked the boys over. "Which one's mine?"

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Peter took the bills from Xander, sticking them in his jeans pocket and took a step closer to the girl. "Buyer's choice really."

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Willow stepped closer in return. "I'm hungry."

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Peter had heard some weird pickup lines in his time, but that was definitely the weirdest. "I'll do my best, gorgeous," he said as he leaned in to kiss her.

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Well, he was British, but he was also warm. Willow kissed him back and drew him nice and close to her.

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Street, meanwhile, was moving to close the distance between himself and the hot guy in leather.

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Xander helped out with that by tugging on the kid's collar, pulling him roughly up against Xander. He reached up and stroked a hand across Street's jaw. "Nice shave."

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"Felt like a change," Street murmurs, going in for a kiss.

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Xander obliged.

On the kiss.

And the change.

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As though they'd done this all their lives - and hey, for their unlives they had - Willow gamefaced at the same time as Xander, giving Peter a harder nibble than before.

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Peter's hands had been enjoying the leather and finding new and fun places to roam so the nibble didn't arouse suspicion so much as other things as he pressed against her harder.

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Street, meanwhile, may have squirmed a little at the sensation of his lip being bit, but didn't pull away.

Stupid boy.

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Mmm. Fangs. Lip-ring. Little pull. Juuuuust a little.

And a hand sliding down inside the waistband of somebody's jeans, yeah.

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Willow, of course, was never shy about putting her hands in new places, especially if those places were extra blood-rich at the moment. It made for an amusing distraction as she went for the neck.

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Distratcting as the hands were, Peter couldn't quite tune out the omgsharp teeth at his throat. He jerked back just a bit. "What the..."

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Xander looked up at the sound, and pulled away from the other boy when he saw that Willow had stopped what she was doing. "What, you wanna trade, baby?"

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Peter looked from Willow to Xander and back to Willow before pushing her off of him. "Kinky sex games, my ass," he exclaimed. "What the hell are you, people?"

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