Yes

Xander knew deep down that he had to say something when Buffy took off her blouse. But right then he was too busy admiring the view. It was almost like one of those dreams he had had not long after he and Buffy had first met. A dream he tried not to think about every time he saw her in the school hallway.

Anyway, Xander had long reconciled himself to the fact that he would be never be little more than a friend to Buffy. So he should be enjoying this. But somehow this didn't seem right. He did not know the reason why Buffy was acting this way but he sensed that whatever it was was not something he should be taking advantage of.

"What happened?" Xander asked as Buffy dropped her skirt in front of him. "You get hypnotized by a vampire? Cursed by a demon? What?"

Buffy just smiled and started unhooking her bra. "Why not accuse me of being a victim of a spell cast by my fairy godmother?"

"I'm serious," said Xander, trying to ignore the pale-white tits that were being thrust in his direction.

"So am I," said Buffy as she stripped off her red panties. "I'll show you how serious."

And with that, Buffy sank to her knees and started pulling down the zipper on Xander's jeans.

"Oh, no, you don't," he said, shoving away her hands.

"What's the matter?" asked Buffy. "Are you gay?"

"Of course not," said Xander.

"I think you are."

"Buffy, you know better."

"Do I? Prove it?"

"Sorry, but I'm not going to let you go down on me just to prove I'm straight," said Xander, trying very hard to resist the temptation to change his mind.

"Am I that unattractive to you?" asked Buffy.

"Buffy, you know that's not true. But there's something wrong with you. You're not in your right mind. I really should not be accepting a dance from you right now, let alone accepting a blow job."

Buffy just smiled. "I told you before, Xander. My name is not Buffy. It's Anne. Yet you keep calling me by a name that you must know is not mine. And yet you say that I am the one who is not in her right mind."

"Buf -- er Anne, you're my friend. Friends do not take advantage of friends."

"And yet you let me dance naked in front of you."

"Bu -- er -- Anne!"

"You want me, don't you, Xander? You wanted me since the first day you saw me. And now you're here. And I'm here. And all you have to do is lean back and enjoy the experience."

"Yes, Anne. I do want you. I want you more than I've ever wanted anyone else. But this isn't right. There's something wrong here. I can feel it."

Buffy smiled. "I can feel something too. And that something I feel tells me that you do want me. And you're certainly not gay."

And with that, Buffy leaned forward and kissed Xander on the lips. And started to insert her tongue between his lips.

Xander felt so tired of resisting. What the hell, he thought. I can't fight it anyway. And it's not like anyone is going to run over here and stop it.

Then he heard a voice with an odd British accent say, "How sentimental. The two lovebirds finally found each other. Isn't that sweet?"

"It certainly is, luv," said another British voice.

Xander looked up to see Drusilla and Spike staring down at him and Buffy. Oh, shit, he thought.

Buffy, on the other hand, just glanced their way and giggled. ""Ooo, a four-way!" she said. "Kinky."