title: Granted

author: lisa roquin

fandom: BtVS/HP

Characters: Anya/Fred/George. (THREESOME)

disclaimer: all copyrighted characters and their "universes" belong to their respective authors, writers, creators, production companies, producers and long lists of people that are so very much not me. Quite simply, if you recognize it, it isn't mine. No profit made, no harm intended, just having fun.

summary: who says to be careful what you wish for?

author's note: Fic For All 2004

"I just wish..."

"Granted. Happy Yul, Anyanka" Halfrek grinned. "Have fun."

Anya's eyes widened and the world disolved around her.

~*~*~

Wizard's joke shop? There were no Wizards in the Slayer's reality. That was the next reality over.

"Oh, bloody hell, Fred what are we going to do?"

"Don't know...this....this is going to last a week."

"Excuse me?" Anya called out "Hellooo," she moved behind the counter to look into the back room.

Twins. Identical to the last adorable freckle from where she was standing. Tall and lean but well muscled. Slightly shaggy red hair falling into two sets of horrified blue eyes. Two pairs of boxer shorts tented out in front of them.

"Er. Miss--"

"Run. Now. Please."

"Run?" Anya frowned. She looked at the few drops of electric blue potion on the pair and the liberally coated robes on the floor evidently shucked off in a hurry. "Arousal Potion?" she asked hopefully.

Freckles faded into the hot blushes that crawled up from mid chest to disappear under shaggy copper hair. Blue eyes embarrassed and starting to glaze over with the potions effects.

"Wands now." Anya ordered.

The lovely boys blinked as their wands flew into her hand. Another wave of her hand had the shop locked up tight. "Where do you to live?"

"Above the shop." One swallowed.

"Mmmm, convenient. Inside stairs?"

"Yes..." the other nodded. "Oh Merlin, sorry, can't help it." He groaned as his hand slid into the front of his boxers.

She'd wished for some good orgasms. Lots of them along with unmeaningful hot and dirty sex. She'd muttered she might as well do it good and wish for twins. Halfrek had tricked her. Getting her to spill out a fantasy in terms of wishes.

She owed Hallie one. And knowing Halfrek she'd never let Anya forget it.

Anya toed off her shoes. Unzipped her jeans and shoved them down stepping out of them a little less than gracefully in her eagerness. Neither of the boys noticed.

"Oh Merlin," one swallowed. "Fred..."

Anya sauntered over to the desk. She didn't make it. One twin cut her off lifting her right off the ground, they both groaned as she wrapped her legs around him, the aggravating barrier of his boxer's and her panties did little for modesty and a lot for frustration. Calloused hands slid up inside her thin sweater, going straight for her breasts, another solid very aroused, vary male body pressed up behind her.

She didn't even complain when her sweater and matching bra and panties were torn beyond repair or worry about how much they had cost. One of the twins managed to get ahold of their wand and cast a couple spells that they looked far too young and blushingly innocent to know.

When she was finally laid onto the desk over an hour later she was a shattered wreck of oversensitized nerves. They were going to be the death of her. Hells, they were demons, innocent looking demons with wicked grins and very talented hands and tongues...

"Gods YES! MORE!" she demanded.

Death by sex overdose. There were worse ways to go. She knew, she'd caused enough worse ways to fill a dozen books.