If page shows a rating which is not appropriate for you, please leave.

HotTub-A-Rama 2

Beach Blanket Bunghole

As Spike eagerly awaited the sunset he looked over his purchases again. A good number of sex toys; dildos, plugs, beads, and harnesses, of varied colors, sizes, and shapes lay cleaned and ready to use in his new gym bag. And won’t Giles shit a brick when the credit card charges from Big Ted’s Sex Shop two towns over show up? Spike had optimistically added a bottle of chocolate flavored lube to his bounty. Despite the boy’s protests about not being gay, he certainly had watched Spike close enough.

The vampire was the first to admit doughnut boy wasn’t his favorite human, but he had his strong points. And what the hell? It turned out they had a secret kink in common. Spike clenched his body tight and relaxed again in remembrance and anticipation. He’d bought one special toy that he’d leave here in the crypt. It was pretty much the size of Xander’s healthy cock and bendable so he could replicate the nice little bend his had.  He’d masturbated with it in the early hours of the day, loving how well it stroked his prostate. Then he’d stopped, wanting to wait to share. He didn’t know if a day’s reflection would make Xander turn him away or not, but he had to find out.

Spike parked his DeSoto at a public access a half mile down from the house and easily strode across the sandy beach, his long legs eating the distance in no time. As he approached, he noticed something missing. He could not hear the sound of the hot tub’s heaters or circulating pumps. Scowling, he leapt up on the balcony. The lid was on the tub, and a green garden hose was fed into it. He peeked in to find the tub only a third full of cold water.

Damn it! No water play. Wait… This could be good. Spike looked through the sliding glass doors to find Xander sitting with his back to the windows, watching, of all things, “Monty Python and the Holy Grail.” Silly wanker had a big screen and surround sound at his disposal, and he watched that movie. With a shake of his head, Spike tapped on the glass.

He suppressed a laugh when a black cat and popcorn went flying from the boy’s lap as he leapt up at the sudden noise and spun to face Spike. His expression turned from alarmed to annoyed as the vampire waggled his fingers at him. With a shake of his head, Xander grabbed up a remote and froze Sir Bedevere in mid-leap before stomping over to the door, leaving a trail of popcorn.

He cracked the door a tiny bit, letting out a breeze of cool air. “What do you want, Spike?”

“I thought we might play. What happened to the tub?”

Xander ran a hand through his hair. “I left the lid off last night and woke up this morning to find it full of seagulls. ‘Cides, it was full of… gunk and I’d have to clean it some time.”

“Gunk?” Spike asked, arching a brow.

“Um, yeah. Chips and… and you made me spill a beer in it.” 

“Oh, right. So, do you want to play?”

“No. Spike… I… I want to watch the movie.”

“You know it by heart and why aren’t you watching something with loud noises and surround sound? Gurr!” He demonstrated, waving an arm.

“This is the special edition. It’s got loud noises, surround sound, and a restored deleted scene.”

“It does?” Spike’s interest was admittedly peeked. After all, the Pythons were British and mad brilliant. Plus, the black knight scene was a bloody classic. “Can I watch it with you? I won’t make a mess. Well, not a bigger mess than you already have.”

“I’m not inviting you in. Go away.” Xander started to close the door.

“I went shopping.” Spike held up his bag and Xander hesitated. “Want to see what I bought?”

“Where?” Xander asked quietly.

“Big Ted’s.” Xander’s eyes widened. The place was infamous.

“Oh. Well…” He started, his eyes on the bag, then made himself look away. “No, Spike. Last night was…”

“Was bloody fun. For both of us. Admit it.”

“I’m not gay, Spike and I don’t want to play with you.”

“Play with yourself, then. You can have first dibs.” Spike bit his lip, unzipped the bag, and coquettishly looked at Xander from the corners of his eyes.

The young man was holding his breath, watching as Spike’s long-fingered hand slipped into the darkness. Spike had him, and he knew it. His fingers closed on a toy and brought it out.

Xander’s eyes followed the purple object. It was some six inches long. A series of five bumps, each bigger than the last, tapered up to a base. Spike waved it about and put it back in his bag. His hand reappeared with a long, rubber wand-like toy with a handle on one end and a one inch ball on the other.

Spike watched as Xander unconsciously opened the door a little wider. He’d picked these toys because they matched ones the woman in the video had been playing with. “Any of these you want, Pet.”

“I… I can’t invite you in.” Xander clung to anything he could to push away his desire for a turn with the toys.

“We can play out here. No one can see.”

“Um… no. Spike. It…” Spike traded the wand for an emerald green dildo with a corkscrew shape to it. “It’s weird. It’s not right. You’re a vampire. Evil. I’m… I’m a straight, normal guy.”

“One who shares my toy kink and has the opportunity to have some more non-committed, kinky fun with a vampire who can’t hurt you, who has brought a whole bag of toys that you get first pick of.”

Xander bit his lip and eyed a long, pink, club-like toy with little raised rings along its length. “But… it’s wrong.”

Spike shrugged, tucked the toy away and zipped up the bag. “Oh, well, enjoy your movie. I’m going back to my crypt to try out some of these babies along with the chocolate lube.” He turned away and mentally counted to three as he stepped toward the railing.

“Wait… wait.” Spike turned back. Xander bit his lip and couldn’t meet Spike’s eyes.  “I still can’t ask you in. But… the lower porch has some nice reclining sunbathing chairs.”

Spike looked over his shoulder. “Bring the beer and the towels. I’ll get the chairs ready.”

Spike quickly jumped down off the balcony and climbed the few steps to the back porch. He lowered  the bamboo blinds and pushed aside the wrought iron table. He opened up the wooden deck chairs and laid them flat. When Xander opened the sliding glass door and stepped out, Spike waved at the table.

“Spread a towel out there, mate, and I’ll set up the buffet.”

Xander twisted a towel in his hands as he watched Spike lay out his purchases. It looked like every toy from his favorite video was there. “How… how did you afford this, Spike? Sex toys aren’t cheap.”

“I have my sources,” Spike answered vaguely. “I cleaned all of these, so they’re ready to go.” He set out a large tube of KY jelly, the chocolate lube, and a box of condoms.

“Condoms? Spike, I told you I’m not gay.”

“I’m letting you take first pick. I got these in case you change your mind about anything. See, there was this old queen there who told me what all to buy.”

Xander looked horrified. “You told a stranger about us?”

“Calm down, Harris, he doesn’t know who I am or who I was going to bugger.” Spike didn’t tell Xander that the man watched Spike wank off behind the building for payment of his services. Actually, he’d wanted more, but the thought turned Spike’s stomach.

“You’re not going to bugger me!” Xander declared.

“Then where’s your panic? Come on! Pick out something and let’s play!”

Xander hesitated, then picked out a couple he knew he had to try.

“Go on, take more.” Spike urged. “You don’t have to use them all today. I know you can’t afford such pretties.”

“Says who?” Xander shot back.

Spike crossed his arms and said matter-of-factly, “Says the one who’s crashed at your flat enough to see everything on the shelf is generic store brands. Go on.”

Xander blushed and looked away. It was true that with car payments and rent, he did still have to cut corners. But one day he wouldn’t have to. He looked at the brightly colored toys and couldn’t ignore how very hard the sight made him. “Thanks, Spike,” Xander mumbled and picked out a couple more, moving his choices to one side of the towel. When he turned back to his companion, he found Spike naked and working a healthy erection.

“Is there a big mirror or two in the house, mate?”

“Um… I think so, why?”

“Because if you bring one out here, I can watch you in the reflection while you watch me directly.”

“But you don’t reflect!” Xander blurted.

“Well, duh. You put a mirror behind you and I can look in the other and see your ass while you watch mine,” Spike spelled out.

“Oh… Yeah. Hold on.”

Spike spread out towels on the rough deck chairs as Xander went back in the house. Shortly, he came out with a standing mirror. “There’s a good sized wall mirror in the spare room. Give me a minute. Be careful with these, Spike. My boss is trusting me to not trash the place. I can’t think of any good way to explain having broken a mirror outside.” 

Soon they had propped a second mirror on a chair where it partly reflected the standing one.

“You figured that out awfully quick,” Xander said, skinning off his t-shirt.

Spike shrugged. “Vampires have to be very aware of reflective surfaces. They can give us away, and they provide excellent spying advantages.”

Spike had his first toy lubed up and slipped in before Xander could get his pants all the way off. “Come on, Harris!”

“Um, Spike. This isn’t a competition, and… canIjustwatchyou and nottalk?”

Spike’s brow knit until he could run through the babble and translate. “Oh, sure, mate.” He wickedly tongued his teeth. “I thought I’d see how many times I could come tonight. After all, I got plenty of stimulation.”

Xander did his best to ignore the leer Spike cast at him. “Okay. I… I’ll go at my own pace.”

“Sing out if you have any special requests.” Spike turned around and knelt on the chair seat before him. In the window, he watched Xander finally look directly at him. Spike reached back with one hand and pulled loose the plug he’d chosen, then slid it home again. He heard Xander’s breath quicken as he pulled at his cock.

Xander’s cock was nicely thick and straight. Spike wanted nothing more than to feel it’s hot length inside him, but dare not say a word about it. He watched Xander lube up a short plug and put his foot up on a chair. He closed his eyes, and Spike looked over his shoulder to watch directly.

Such an expression of bliss bloomed on Xander’s face, that Spike spent with a choked curse.

Xander opened his eyes to meet Spike’s lidded gaze as he wrung a few more drops from his cock. “That’s one,” Spike said.

Xander frowned. “After one toy? I can last for an hour or more. If I’m careful.”

“After one toy and…” he started to admit it was Xander himself that pushed him over the edge, but changed his mind. “And thinking about it all day. Plus, I’ve got wicked recovery time.”

“Oh.” Xander shut his eyes, seeking some privacy.

Spike removed the smallish plug and fingered some of the more exotic shapes. In his youth, his wildest imagination could never have summoned this smorgasbord of colors and shapes. The packages had promised to stimulate and reach all kinds of areas. To tease himself, he picked up the largest toy he’d brought. It was a massive black phallus with balls attached, fully three inches around and eight inches long. It exactly matched the one the girl in Xander’s video used.

At Xander’s indrawn breath, Spike glanced over at him. “You… can you take that?” Xander asked.

“I was turned with a virgin ass, but yes. I think after a bit of play, I could. Would you like to see that?”

“Christ!” Xander cursed, his hand sped up on his cock, and he came hard, shooting drops across the porch.

“I take that as a yes,” Spike said calmly.

 Xander closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. “Damn it. I said no talking.”

“But you asked me a question.”

Xander wiped his sticky hand on a towel. “Fuck.”

“Look at it this way. Now your edge is gone, you can last longer, yeah? You can watch me and, if you want, even talk to me.”

Xander sighed, biting his lip. “I don’t know…”

“Come on. You shot two times last night.”

“And once today.” Xander mumbled.

“Yeah?”

“I admit it. Last night… I was looking forward to tonight.”

Spike chuckled. "Me, too. Now, get a beer, sit back, and I'll give you the Spike show."

After a few minutes, Xander was wishing for more of a soundtrack than the sound of the ocean. After a few more minutes, he realized he didn’t need a porn movie soundtrack, Spike’s moans, curses, and sighs made much hotter accompaniment to his actions than some cheesy synthesizer music. The mouthy vampire proved to be as vocal at sex as at life.

Spike chose a long toy with a one inch ball on the end and a handle on the other. It wasn’t very big around, but it would go deeper than Xander had tried. Xander found himself leaning forward, watching intently as Spike fed inch after inch into himself. He paused after some six inches and a shudder of pleasure went through him.

“What’s that like?” Xander asked.

“What?”

“Having something that deep. I’ve seen pictures, I know there’s… another barrier…”

“It’s brilliant. It’s like being broken into all over again, but inside.” Spike pushed again and the full length slipped in until the handle pressed against his opening.

Xander made himself keep his hands off his cock which was hardening again at the show.

Spike slowly slid the long toy in and out. At one point he let go of it and let the length slither out to dangle by the ball from his anus.

“What if…” Xander started.

“What if, what, mate?” Spike asked as he slid the length back in.

“What if you let it dangle? Maybe… swung it a bit?”

“Like a tail?”

“Kind of. Looks like it would… feel good moving against the opening…” One of Xander’s hands drifted to the plug he had in and wiggled it in a circle.

“Like this?” Spike let the toy slide out to it’s full black length and thrust his hips a bit. “Oh. Bloody hell, yeah!” Soon he was clenching the toy and swinging his hips wildly as he thrust in and out of his fist. The black toy swung between his legs like a demented tail. He came with a curse and let the toy drop.

Spike turned and fell onto the chair. “Two for me,” he said with a grin at Xander who was now lightly running his fingers over his erection. “That was a good call. You’ll have to try it sometime”

“Yeah.” Xander bit his lip. That had been hotter than he’d expected. It was like the TV had come to life and he could direct the action. Anything he wanted to see tried that he’d never found on a porn video, Spike would do. The thought was almost too much and he made himself stop stroking his eager cock.

“Sorry, you said no talking.” Spike grinned wickedly and popped open a beer. This was fun. He could play the boy without him realizing he was being played. He quickly drained it and perused the toy selection again.

He held up several before he heard Xander’s breath catch. It was a longish orange one with a series of eight progressively larger bumps on it. The largest one was maybe two inches around.

Spike slicked it up and settled on the chair facing Xander with one leg thrown over a chair arm. He reached his right hand under his raised leg and lightly stroked his hole. Realizing he got less guarded reactions from Xander when the boy thought he wasn’t being watched, Spike closed his eyes almost all the way and watched him through his lashes.

Xander sat still with his legs spread, his impressive cock throbbed against his stomach. Spike imagined it was Xander entering him instead of a bit of  firm plastic. He fed the toy in slowly, holding it by its base and letting Xander see as his hungry hole pulled in each larger bump. Before he pressed the final one in, Xander made a little noise.

“Yeah, you want to see something?” Spike asked when Xander went quiet. “It’s all request night on the Spike show.”

“Oh… well…” Xander squirmed, and Spike just held the toy where it was and stroked his cock. “What if... Why don’t you see what it’s like if you pull it almost all the way out then quickly push it in even the last, biggest bump?” he asked in a rush, sweetly blushing just a fraction.

Spike smiled. “Why, Xander, you get the best ideas.”

“Well, I do know the wide world of modern sex toys better than you do.”

Spike slowly pulled the toy out and teased them both by working just the tip in and out. “God. This is going to feel good. That last bit is bigger than any I’ve had today.” Spike listened to Xander’s heart pound as he wiggled his own plug. “Ready?” he breathed.

Spike shoved the progressively larger bumps in, forcing the last one through and the length deeper at once. He cursed and came again as he pressed the base of the toy as tight against himself as he could, as if he wanted to swallow the whole thing.

Xander panted and gripped the chair arm. Spike’s body was a sculpted arch when he came, his lean muscles all tight. Xander could see how his ass clinched tight and then loosened around the toy, spasming as he came.  Xander wanted to feel that toy, hell, he wanted to be that toy.

Xander snapped his eyes shut. No. We’ve been over this, he told himself. I’m not gay. At a soft sound from Spike, Xander dared open his eyes.

Spike worked the orange toy slowly in and out, his cock was already half hard, or maybe it had never softened.

Having gotten Xander’s attention, Spike very slowly drew out the toy and slammed it in again. This time he was rewarded by seeing Xander’s cock twitch as if the boy might come from visual stimulation alone. What was he thinking about? If only Spike could thrall him and find out.

Xander lay back in his chair showing a restraint that surprised and impressed Spike. He stroked his cock so lightly it even teased Spike, because he wanted Xander’s hot, red, and very hard cock inside him more than ever. Spike removed the bumpy toy and lay it aside.

“You want a beer?” he asked Xander.

Xander shook his head and closed his eyes. Spike popped a beer and surreptitiously watched Xander in a mirror as he pretended to look out at the ocean.

After a few minutes, Xander opened his eyes and sighed. Spike sat on the chair before him, twisted around and looking between the blinds out at the ocean. The muscles in his back stood out and lead Xander’s eye down to Spike’s ass.

While watching his odd bedfellow play with himself, Xander had almost come from the sight alone. He had noticed Spike’s lean body and strong moves in the past, but he’d never thought about him sexually before last night. Well, no more than a fleeting sexy thought that Spike had the power to cause in anyone. Now, barely twenty-four hours later, he was wanting to fuck him. He couldn’t deny it any longer. He wanted to feel that muscular ring squeeze his cock. He didn’t want to fuck a guy, cause, all abut the boobies, but he wanted to fuck someone in the ass, and here was Spike all spread out before him.

Xander raised his leg and took hold of the plug. He had all these new toys, and he’d only tried one. He pulled it out with a gasp and put it aside. There was a pretty blue one he’d been thinking about. It was five inches long and only an inch an a half around. It had bumps that got wider to the middle, then smaller again.

He fingered his empty hole for a minute, allowing himself to study Spike. He slicked the toy and put it in place with one hand. With the other, the lightly teased his cock. He wanted an orgasm more than he ever had, but he savored the ache, the desire even more.  He was almost dizzy with it. Anya had taught him these skills from a book. He didn’t have a demon’s recuperative powers, but he bet he could match Sting in a Tantric sex competition. Thank you, Anya!

Slowly he pressed in the new plug, as he watched Spike. the vampire was doing nothing but take slow swallows of his beer, but there was a lazy, almost feline grace to him, even at rest.

Xander followed the lean lines of his back and the firm globes of his ass. He pushed in another bump, then the widest point was pressing against his entrance. Spike turned in the chair, setting the empty bottle aside, and started steadily stroking his much-abused cock. Xander wondered again how many times a vampire could come in a night.

“That’s a wide one, yeah? About like what you took last night.” Spike observed, apparently forgetting the no talking rule.

Xander nodded.

“Bloody hell, that’s hot. I need something more myself.” Spike picked up a long toy that was much the same length as the one with a knob on it. It had a handle, but the dong on this one was an inch and a half around, straight, and ringed every inch or so with a ridge.

Spike slicked the long toy and didn’t hesitate to shove it right in several inches. “It’s at the second sweet spot,” Spike narrated. “Feels so good.” He tongued his upper lip wickedly. “Go on, shove yours in as I do.”

Xander realized he was panting to control himself and could only nod in answer. He made himself relax and gave the last bit of pressure needed to make the wide ring slip inside. Xander shivered as his body reacted in the delicious little shocky  way it will to having something thrust where it was not meant to go.

This, combined with the sight of Spike swallowing another three inches after a moment’s resistance and coming yet again, was almost too much.

Spike allowed his body to force out the object it had just taken in. The boy still hadn’t come and the desire to have him balls deep instead of some piece of silicon was about to drive him mad. Bugger it. If he didn’t try tippling the scales to get some kind of touch, he never would.

He watched Xander push the toy all the way in so the base closed tightly around the narrower neck. Damn the boy. Why didn’t he come?

He watched Xander do more of his even breathing and decided to push for what he wanted. He made a show of being indecisive about what toy to next try before leaning with both shaky arms on the back of his chair.

“Xander… put… put the next one in me?” Spike was panting and sweat dripped from his body. He

“What?”

“I…” Spike closed his eyes and turned away from the mirror. “Damn it. Just… just be my doorknob, Harris. Like I was for you last night.”

Xander hesitated. Spike wanted him to touch him. It was almost too much. He knew that if he laid a hand on that smooth white ass he’d loose it. Spike let out a hitching sigh that screamed of need, and Xander gave in. He knew that need. The desire so strong for someone, anyone to touch you with desire you’d even contemplate soliciting an enemy.

Xander stood up and moved behind Spike. In the mirror he could see his own naked body; his sex standing hard and painfully full against his belly. His nuts were drawn and ready as they had been for almost an hour.

He looked down at Spike’s leanly muscled back that rippled as the vampire drew in gasps of unneeded air.  His ass was covered with streaks of lube and faint scratches made by Spike’s own nails as he’d spread himself. Spike’s hole was an angry red from the sometimes brutal assault it had been subjected to. Xander had watched as Spike’s last orgasm had forced out the impossibly long phallus he’d fed deep into himself.

“Which one, Spike?” Xander asked.

“Doesn’t matter, really.” Xander watched Spike’s empty hole twitch. “Please.”

Without looking at the toys, Xander reached to the table where the clean ones lay. He studied the blue ridged thing he picked up and it suddenly seemed wrong. He looked up and met Spike’s eyes as he held the dead thing across his palm. It wasn’t what Spike wanted. It wasn’t what Xander wanted.

Wordlessly, without breaking eye contact, Xander put the toy back and picked up the lube instead. He squeezed some on his palm and lightly coated his throbbing cock. Spike’s expression of need turned to a grateful grin as he turned away and thrust his ass up higher.

Before he could talk himself out of it, Xander put his hand on the side of Spike’s hip and slid his palm along the smooth skin until he cupped Spike’s sharp hipbone in his large fingers. He lined his cock up with Spike’s open hole and pushed just the tip in before moving his other hand to the matching hip. After a few calming breaths, and a whimper from Spike, he pushed in. Xander knew his cock was a bit above average in size. Anya had measured him to his protests and shown him a chart on the internet. If he hadn’t just seen some of the things Spike fit into his body, he would have worried about hurting him.

He couldn’t take his eyes away from the sight of his dark cock sinking into the cleft of Spike’s pale ass. He’d fantasized about fucking someone in the ass once in a while, but always a woman. Even at this angle, there was nothing womanly about Spike for all his slight build. Under his hands, Spike’s hips were firm, and his thighs were corded muscle against his own. The cool envelope soon engulfed his hard cock and he pressed deep into Spike’s willing body. He pulled Spike to him and rocked as deep as he could, savoring the tight, cool channel around his needy cock and regaining some control.

“Come on, mate,” Spike gasped. “Quit teasing a bloke.”

“Patience, Spike,” Xander gritted. “Once I move, it’s not going to last long.”

“That good, am I?”

“I’ve been hard almost an hour. Now shut up.” Xander breathed deep and found his shaky center.

“Xander?” Spike ventured.

“What?” Xander sighed, doing his best to keep his peace.

“When you do go, don’t hold back.” Spike watched Xander in the mirror as his words gave the desired result. He didn’t want some soft love making, damn it, he wanted to be buggered right proper.

With a snarl, Xander bettered his grip on Spike’s hips and pushed him off his cock, Spike whimpered and Xander drew him back, slamming hard into the unresisting flesh.

“Yeah! Give it me!” Spike cried, rejoicing in the heat that filled him. Xander’s healthy cock stretched him deliciously.

Xander had resisted orgasm almost too long and he was to the point of needing over stimulation to come. It was clear he wouldn’t hurt Spike, so he did let go. His fingers dug in as he manhandled Spike’s body back and forth. The sounds of flesh slapping on flesh and grunts from both men filled the porch. He opened his eyes and watched Spike’s ass take the pounding he gave it.

Spike groaned and grabbed his bouncing cock. Xander automatically looked into the mirror, wanting to see Spike’s face as he came. Instead, he saw his cock being squeezed by nothing as non reflecting Spike’s channel worked around him.

“Fuck!” Xander grunted as his body took over and dictated the uneven rhythm of his strokes. 

Soon, Xander stumbled backwards and collapsed onto a chair. Spike turned around and settled on the opposite one. “That was bloody brilliant, mate,” Spike said to the man who leaned back with one hand over his eyes.

“Shut up, Spike.”

“I was just saying…”

“Please.”

Spike snagged his jeans and soon had a cigarette lit. After it was half burned, he ventured again. “Regrets, mate?”

“Spike, do me a favor and go away. I’m having to deal with some stuff right now.” He sounded more tired than anything.

Spike sucked down the last of his smoke and flicked it out into the sand beyond the blinds. Efficiently, he dressed and gathered his toys into the satchel. He paused at the stairs and again studied Xander. He was hurt at the rejection, but hell, it wasn’t right to expect this one’s coming out party to be all taffeta and pink frosting. And if he’d been used, well, it wasn’t the first time and probably wouldn’t be the last. May as well try for a little more fun.

“Hey, what about tomorrow night? You got the place one more night, yeah?”

Xander sighed and dropped his hand, but kept his eyes closed. “I don’t know, Spike.”

“Oh. Okay. Later, then.”

Xander opened his eyes in time to see Spike’s bowed head disappear down the steps. He’d just fucked a man. A man vampire. He had just fucked a man vampire who he hated most of the time and he’d nearly passed out from the pleasure of it. Yeah. He had some things to think about.

Fan writers and artists are only paid in praise. If you enjoyed this, or even hated it,  Please Send Feedback.

Live Journal Icons     Handy Episode Guide

Contact: fanbot@fanbot.net

Made for fun, not for profit. All creative work copyright Alice P.

Legal Notice: "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and "Angel" TM and copyright Fox and its related entities. All rights reserved. Any reproduction, duplication or distribution of these materials in any form is expressly prohibited.

Disclaimer: This web site, its operators and any content on this site relating to "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and "Angel" are not authorized by Fox.