Title:  Uncommon Distractions
Author:  Kay
Email:  kaygrr@hotmail.com
Feedback:  Please?  Because watching a grown girl cry is just pathetic.
Website:  ssfdu.tripod.com/kay/journal.htm (love for Sandy) Archive:  Just
let me know, eh? Fandom:  Buffy Pairing:  (Xander/Graham) + (Xander/Spike)
= Xander/Graham/Spike Rating:  PG-13 Disclaimer:  Mine?  What? *These*? 
No, they're Mutant Enemy's.  They just followed me home and wouldn't leave
until I played with them. Spoilers:  The last season of Buffy.  The
incident with Glory, and the ep "The Body".  (Look at me, trying to be
vague).  And that ugly rumor about Spike and a certain blond slayer? 
Never happened. Summery:  Graham and Riley are called back to Sunnydale
when the area destabilizes.  When they return, they discover there are new
factors in lives of the Scooby Gang, especially in Xander and Spike's.

Part 18/?

"Mrrrf."  Xander rubbed his cheek against the pillow and reluctantly
opened his eyes.  He looked around the bedroom and found it empty.  He
sighed.  No Spike, no Graham.  It must have been a dream when he thought
he'd seen them here.  Disappointed, he closed his eyes again.  He could
just go back to sleep, then, and try to get back into that dream.

Wait.  He'd done this before.  His eyes snapped back open.  He'd woken up
before and Spike and Graham had been here.  He rolled over and sat up,
wincing as he did so.  He felt battered inside and out.  His head hurt,
but he thought the throbbing was due to the Cynon's tampering than
whatever had knocked him out.  Rubbing wearily at his temple, he swung his
legs over the side of his bed.  Dream or not, Graham and Spike weren't
with him now and he had to get up and moving.  If he wasn't dead, then he
had to get back to the business of living.

First thing on the list:  downing a bottle of aspirin.

He shoved himself to his feet, hissing a little as the aches and pains
caught up with him.  Even worse was the way the feeling of rejection and
loneliness that pressed down on him, making his heart and his limbs feel
heavy.  He was so focused on the way he felt that the voice that came from
the doorway startled him completely.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"  Spike glared at him.  "Get
back in bed."

Xander was surprised enough that he overbalanced and sat down heavily on
the bed.  He could see Graham standing just behind Spike.  It was really
no dream, then.  He was confused; he still wasn't quite sure why both men
were there.  They should have had enough time to get over their fear from
his near-death and come to their senses and left.  That in mind, he glared
mutinously at both of them.  "I don't want to sleep anymore.  I'm awake
and I'm thirsty and I'm going to get up."  He realized that he was wearing
nothing more than boxer shorts and his T-shirt.  "I need to get dressed."

Spike looked ready to stand in the door all day, but Graham grasped his
shoulder and pulled him away, then reached out to close the door, leaving
Xander alone in his room.

Xander blinked.  He hadn't expected Spike to give in without a fight.  He
hurried and pulled on a pair of sweat pants, then took a moment to steady
himself.  He was feeling an urge to crawl back into bed and hide until the
two men went away, but he couldn't do that.  He had to go out there and
find out why they were so damn determined to stay in a place where they
couldn't really want to be.

He opened up the door and walked into the living room.  Graham was sitting
on the couch and Spike was leaning against a wall, obviously waiting for
him to come out.  Xander braced himself for another argument about why
they should be gone.  He never got the chance to start in on his reasons
why they should leave, though.

Spike was instantly at his side, cool fingers brushing lightly over
Xander's forehead.  "How's the head, luv?  Does it hurt much?"

"Yeah."  Xander realized he might have given them reason to stay, so he
added a quick amendment, "Not too much, though."

"Right."  Spike's direct glare told him that the vampire didn't believe
him for a moment.  "Sit down and I'll get you something to take care of
the pain."  He led Xander over to the couch and had him sit down beside
Graham.

"I can take care of myself.  I'm fine.  You two can go."

"Not a chance," Graham said quietly, a warm presence by Xander's side.  "I
told you that I'm not going anywhere, Xander.  I don't want to lose you. 
I'm not making the same mistake again."  When Xander tried to object
again, Graham shook his head and hesitantly laid his hand over Xander's. 
"I don't expect you to trust me right away.  I know that I have to earn
that right back.  I will do it.  There's nothing I want more."

Xander searched Graham's blue eyes carefully, but all he saw was sincerity
and hope and love.  There was no deception, no lingering resentment, just
truth.  He felt the couch dip slightly on his other side and found Spike
looking at him with the same expression.  All his resolve to force them to
leave began to waver.  When Spike took his other hand and raised it to his
lips at the same time Graham kissed the back of his neck, Xander gave in. 
He was probably going to regret this in the future.  This was crazy and
foolish and they were all going to end up hurt in the end...but for right
now, he couldn't care.  Graham and Spike were both here and they loved him
and for the moment that was enough.  It was all he needed or wanted and he
was going to accept it for as long as it lasted.  He relaxed back against
Graham, boneless and trusting in his arms.  At the same time, he turned
his hand in Spike's grasp to cup the vampire's cheek.  "You win," he said
quietly.  "You both win."

"No, luv," Spike said gently.  "We all win."

"All of us," Graham agreed, kissing the side of Xander's neck.

Xander winced a little as his head reminded him just how badly it ached. 
He was willing to ignore it, though.  He was being held by the two people
he care about most in the world; what was a headache compared to that?

Spike apparently disagreed.  He caught sight of the wince and his hands
were instantly cradling Xander's head in a gentle grip.  "Head still
hurting, luv?"

Xander shrugged.  "More from the Cynon than anything else, I think.  I've
been hit in the head a few times before and this feels different."

"Let me take care of that for you."  Spike pulled a knife out of his boot,
flourishing the blade to catch the light from the lamp in flashing glints.
 He put the point against the delicate skin of his wrist.  "Ready?"

Xander froze.  How was Graham going to react to this?  Letting Spike drink
his blood was one thing; drinking vampire blood was something altogether
different.  Spike and Graham had come to some sort of understanding and
this could ruin it all.

Warm lips brushed his ear.  "Go ahead.  I don't want you to be hurting. 
It's all right."  Graham tightened his arms around Xander's middle.

Xander relaxed and nodded, holding Spike's gaze.  "Please," he said
simply.  He watched as Spike sliced deeply into his own flesh, dark blood
quickly welling up out of the gash.  He lifted Spike's wrist to his lips
and fastened his mouth over the cut, drinking deeply as blood rushed to
the surface.  Again, he was surprised by how easy it was to swallow. 
There was the metallic taste he knew from tasting his own blood from a
hundred different skirmishes at Buffy's side, but there was so much more. 
Power and seduction in a heavy liquid that slid smoothly down his
throat...and then Spike was tugging his wrist away.  With a final
reluctant lick, Xander released the vampire's arm.

Blue eyes dark, Spike ran his tongue over the gash.  "Give it just a few
minutes and then you'll be much better."  He leaned forward and kissed
Xander deeply.

Feeling slightly dazed, Xander responded eagerly, wanting to taste more of
Spike however he could.  He protested when Spike pulled away, but Graham
was there immediately to take the vampire's place and his protests died
away under the assault of warm lips and a tentative curious tongue.  When
he finally drew away from Graham, Xander's headache was rapidly
disappearing.

Still leaning back against Graham, Xander watched with wide eyes as Spike
once again drew near to him.  This time, the vampire didn't even attempt
to kiss him.  Instead, Spike passed him by completely in favor of kissing
Graham.  Breath coming faster, Xander watched as Spike pushed Graham
further back against the couch, watched as Graham countered with a hand
sliding up under the hem of Spike's black shirt.  It was strange to see
them together.  Strange and arousing as hell.  He watched with growing
appreciation and lust as they moved against each other, bumping against
him in the process.  Finally, the kiss came to an end and Graham and Spike
broke apart to look over at him.  "Wow," he said.  "Um, when did this
happen?"

Graham's expression was a little shy.  "Just a little while ago, actually.
 We both admitted to a few facts we'd been denying."

"Like wanting to shag each other," Spike added.

"Yeah," Graham agreed.

"You're sure?" Xander asked.  This was amazing.  He hadn't imagined...all
right, maybe in a few fantasies he wouldn't have admitted to previously he
had imagined, but he'd never really believed that Spike and Graham could
ever do anything except quietly loathe each other.

Spike leered at Graham. "Oh, I'm very sure."

Xander kissed Spike hard, then did the same to Graham.  Spike sat back up,
giving Graham and Xander both a little more room.  Xander settled more
fully against Graham's chest.  "So what happens now?"

Graham sighed and wrapped his arms around Xander once more.  "I'm going to
quit the Initiative, for starters."

"What?"  Xander tried to turn around, but Graham held him fast.

"It's time.  I was only staying in because I had nowhere better to be and
I was good at my job.  I've found someplace that I'd rather be."  He
nuzzled at Xander's ear.  "It's not a hard choice to make.  You're here. 
Spike's here.  This is where I'm going to be.  Besides, I want to stay and
help make sure that Sunnydale doesn't go up in flames.  I want to stay
here and discover everything about both of you and what we can have
together."

Xander pinched his own arm.  "Ow!"

"Why the hell would you do that?" Spike asked, catching Xander's hands and
holding them between his own.

"Just checking.  I had to make sure that I wasn't dreaming."

"Does this feel like a dream?" Graham asked, slipping his hands under
Xander's shirt and smoothing them up over his stomach.

Xander shivered deliciously.  "I'm not sure..."  He let his voice trail
off plaintively.

Spike didn't disappoint him.  The blond man moved in on Xander with a look
of animal pleasure and anticipation.  He knelt up on the couch to loom
over Xander.  "Does this feel like a dream?" he asked, then leaned down
and claimed Xander's lips.

Xander arched up into the caress, writhing against Graham as warm hands
slowly wandered up his chest.  Xander reached out to pull Spike down to
rest against him, craving more contact.  He grasped the hem of Spike's
shirt and pulled upwards, impatient to see and feel more skin.  Spike
cooperated and allowed him to tear the shirt away.  Graham took that as
encouragement and worked Xander's shirt off as well.  Thoroughly pleased
by this, Xander dropped his hands to the fastening of Spike's jeans.  He'd
dreamed of Spike and Graham, fantasized about being free to touch and
explore and love them for so long that he was impatient to finally begin. 
Nothing was enough:  not Spike's lips at his throat, not Graham's tongue
in his ear.  He had to have more.

When Spike's hands interfered with his purpose, Xander growled
impatiently.  Spike wasn't fazed by it; he just held Xander's hands
tighter.  "Xan, wait, luv."

"I can wait later," Xander said.  "Right now there are things I'd really
rather be doing."

"Xander, slow down."

Xander froze.  "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Graham said reassuringly.

"Good."  Now that was settled, Xander returned to important matters, like
getting Spike out of his jeans.  Then he could move on to the equally
important task of getting Graham out of his clothes, too.

"Xander!"  Spike grabbed his hands once more.

"What?"

Spike laughed.  "You're making it very difficult to take this slow."

"Who the hell wants to take things slow?"  Xander was beginning to get
confused.

Graham shifted behind him.  "Xander, I...we don't want to push you into
anything.  I mean, being with a guy, much less two guys, is different than
being with a woman.  I understand that you might need some time to get
used to things, and we'll give you as much time as you need.  You don't
have to prove anything to us."  Spike nodded throughout the speech,
throwing his support in with Graham.

Xander blinked.  It took a few seconds for the reason behind their 
hesitation to sink in.  When he finally realized what they though, he
began to laugh.  He pushed himself up and off of Graham, forcing Spike to
move over.  He slid off the couch, turning as he did, so that he was
kneeling on the floor, facing the two men on the couch.  He managed to get
his laughter under control as he stared up at their obvious confusion. 
"Guys, I'm touched that you'd worry about me like that, but you don't have
to.  I'm not a blushing virgin here."

"Anyone who was every anywhere near Anya knows that, Xan," Spike said. 
"But-"

"Not inexperienced with women," Xander agreed patiently.  "And not with
men, either."  He watched the surprise bloom on their faces, feeling
fairly satisfied.  He'd never told anyone about the man he'd met while
working in Oxnard.  The green-eyed man had been watching Xander shake his
little tush on the catwalk of the Fabulous Ladies' Nightclub.  He'd caught
Xander's eye and they'd spoken on one of his breaks.  He'd been calling
himself Alex, and he was pretty sure 'Alan's' name wasn't his usual
either.  That hadn't detracted at all from the charm of Alan's sense of
humor or Irish accent.  They'd been friends, nothing more, but that meant
their explorations in bed had been filled with laughter and gentleness and
fun.  Xander had learned a lot and enjoyed every moment of it.  He had
left Oxnard after he had enough money to fix his car, and Alan had to
return to Los Angeles - something about working for the power company, or
something.  Xander hadn't seen him again, but he still thought of him
fondly and hoped he was well.

The brown-eyed man shook himself loose from his memories and focused back
on the two men on the couch.  He frowned.  They both looked confused, and
Spike was beginning to look pissed.  "What?"

"Who was it?" Spike demanded.

Xander got ready to make a joke about Spike's possessiveness, but then he
watched as Graham's lip curled up in a snarl.  "Guys?  What is this?"

"None of your friends ever mentioned you being with a guy before," Spike
said, ignoring the question.

"Because I never told them."  He hadn't wanted to share that with the rest
of the Scoobies.  He'd kept the truth about his job at the club and Alan
to himself.  It wasn't something he was ready to share.  He'd wanted to
protect it by keeping it private.

"So who was it?"  Graham was definitely snarling.

Xander decided that he was going to keep Alan's name to himself.  He had
no idea how to find the Irishman, but he wasn't going to give either Spike
or Graham the chance to go looking for him.  "No one you know.  I haven't
seen him in over a year, and I don't think I ever will again."  He held up
a hand to stop the questions he could read in both pairs of blue eyes. 
"He was a friend.  We had a lot of fun and I learned a lot and it's over
now."  The fire didn't go out of either man's eyes and Xander decided that
he was never going to mention Alan again.  He licked his lips, trying to
think of a way to distract them.

Spike growled and hauled Xander up onto the couch, roughly teasing
Xander's lips apart with his own in a bruising kiss.  Just as Xander was
getting dizzy from lack of oxygen, Spike pushed him away - straight into
Graham's waiting arms.  Xander gasped a bit and then wrapped his arms
around Graham's neck, sinking his hands into the other man's hair as he
kissed him.  He felt Spike's hands tugging at his sweats and wriggled
happily.

At first the sound he was hearing didn't make any sense to him.  It took
him a few moments to figure out that the high-pitched tone was his
doorbell.  He wrenched his face to the side, breaking the kiss with
Graham.  "Shit."

"Maybe if we ignore them they'll go away," Graham suggested.

"Xander?  Are you in there?"  Willow's voice was muffled as she called
through the door.

"Shit," Spike said.  "Maybe we can stay quiet enough to make her think
we're not here?"

"No good," Xander groaned, pushing himself up and off of Graham.  "She's
got a key."  He grabbed his shirt from the floor and pulled it back on,
then tried to smooth his hair back down.  "Get yourselves together," he
said, heading for the door, even as he heard Willow's key slide home in
the lock.

Title:  Uncommon Distractions
Author:  Kay
Email:  kaygrr@hotmail.com
Feedback:  Please?  Because watching a grown girl cry is just pathetic.
Website:  ssfdu.tripod.com/kay/journal.htm (love for Sandy) Archive:  Just
let me know, eh? Fandom:  Buffy Pairing:  (Xander/Graham) + (Xander/Spike)
= Xander/Graham/Spike Rating:  PG-13 Disclaimer:  Mine?  What? *These*? 
No, they're Mutant Enemy's.  They just followed me home and wouldn't leave
until I played with them. Spoilers:  The last season of Buffy.  The
incident with Glory, and the ep "The Body".  (Look at me, trying to be
vague).  And that ugly rumor about Spike and a certain blond slayer? 
Never happened. Summery:  Graham and Riley are called back to Sunnydale
when the area destabilizes.  When they return, they discover there are new
factors in lives of the Scooby Gang, especially in Xander and Spike's.

Part 18/?

"Mrrrf."  Xander rubbed his cheek against the pillow and reluctantly
opened his eyes.  He looked around the bedroom and found it empty.  He
sighed.  No Spike, no Graham.  It must have been a dream when he thought
he'd seen them here.  Disappointed, he closed his eyes again.  He could
just go back to sleep, then, and try to get back into that dream.

Wait.  He'd done this before.  His eyes snapped back open.  He'd woken up
before and Spike and Graham had been here.  He rolled over and sat up,
wincing as he did so.  He felt battered inside and out.  His head hurt,
but he thought the throbbing was due to the Cynon's tampering than
whatever had knocked him out.  Rubbing wearily at his temple, he swung his
legs over the side of his bed.  Dream or not, Graham and Spike weren't
with him now and he had to get up and moving.  If he wasn't dead, then he
had to get back to the business of living.

First thing on the list:  downing a bottle of aspirin.

He shoved himself to his feet, hissing a little as the aches and pains
caught up with him.  Even worse was the way the feeling of rejection and
loneliness that pressed down on him, making his heart and his limbs feel
heavy.  He was so focused on the way he felt that the voice that came from
the doorway startled him completely.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"  Spike glared at him.  "Get
back in bed."

Xander was surprised enough that he overbalanced and sat down heavily on
the bed.  He could see Graham standing just behind Spike.  It was really
no dream, then.  He was confused; he still wasn't quite sure why both men
were there.  They should have had enough time to get over their fear from
his near-death and come to their senses and left.  That in mind, he glared
mutinously at both of them.  "I don't want to sleep anymore.  I'm awake
and I'm thirsty and I'm going to get up."  He realized that he was wearing
nothing more than boxer shorts and his T-shirt.  "I need to get dressed."

Spike looked ready to stand in the door all day, but Graham grasped his
shoulder and pulled him away, then reached out to close the door, leaving
Xander alone in his room.

Xander blinked.  He hadn't expected Spike to give in without a fight.  He
hurried and pulled on a pair of sweat pants, then took a moment to steady
himself.  He was feeling an urge to crawl back into bed and hide until the
two men went away, but he couldn't do that.  He had to go out there and
find out why they were so damn determined to stay in a place where they
couldn't really want to be.

He opened up the door and walked into the living room.  Graham was sitting
on the couch and Spike was leaning against a wall, obviously waiting for
him to come out.  Xander braced himself for another argument about why
they should be gone.  He never got the chance to start in on his reasons
why they should leave, though.

Spike was instantly at his side, cool fingers brushing lightly over
Xander's forehead.  "How's the head, luv?  Does it hurt much?"

"Yeah."  Xander realized he might have given them reason to stay, so he
added a quick amendment, "Not too much, though."

"Right."  Spike's direct glare told him that the vampire didn't believe
him for a moment.  "Sit down and I'll get you something to take care of
the pain."  He led Xander over to the couch and had him sit down beside
Graham.

"I can take care of myself.  I'm fine.  You two can go."

"Not a chance," Graham said quietly, a warm presence by Xander's side.  "I
told you that I'm not going anywhere, Xander.  I don't want to lose you. 
I'm not making the same mistake again."  When Xander tried to object
again, Graham shook his head and hesitantly laid his hand over Xander's. 
"I don't expect you to trust me right away.  I know that I have to earn
that right back.  I will do it.  There's nothing I want more."

Xander searched Graham's blue eyes carefully, but all he saw was sincerity
and hope and love.  There was no deception, no lingering resentment, just
truth.  He felt the couch dip slightly on his other side and found Spike
looking at him with the same expression.  All his resolve to force them to
leave began to waver.  When Spike took his other hand and raised it to his
lips at the same time Graham kissed the back of his neck, Xander gave in. 
He was probably going to regret this in the future.  This was crazy and
foolish and they were all going to end up hurt in the end...but for right
now, he couldn't care.  Graham and Spike were both here and they loved him
and for the moment that was enough.  It was all he needed or wanted and he
was going to accept it for as long as it lasted.  He relaxed back against
Graham, boneless and trusting in his arms.  At the same time, he turned
his hand in Spike's grasp to cup the vampire's cheek.  "You win," he said
quietly.  "You both win."

"No, luv," Spike said gently.  "We all win."

"All of us," Graham agreed, kissing the side of Xander's neck.

Xander winced a little as his head reminded him just how badly it ached. 
He was willing to ignore it, though.  He was being held by the two people
he care about most in the world; what was a headache compared to that?

Spike apparently disagreed.  He caught sight of the wince and his hands
were instantly cradling Xander's head in a gentle grip.  "Head still
hurting, luv?"

Xander shrugged.  "More from the Cynon than anything else, I think.  I've
been hit in the head a few times before and this feels different."

"Let me take care of that for you."  Spike pulled a knife out of his boot,
flourishing the blade to catch the light from the lamp in flashing glints.
 He put the point against the delicate skin of his wrist.  "Ready?"

Xander froze.  How was Graham going to react to this?  Letting Spike drink
his blood was one thing; drinking vampire blood was something altogether
different.  Spike and Graham had come to some sort of understanding and
this could ruin it all.

Warm lips brushed his ear.  "Go ahead.  I don't want you to be hurting. 
It's all right."  Graham tightened his arms around Xander's middle.

Xander relaxed and nodded, holding Spike's gaze.  "Please," he said
simply.  He watched as Spike sliced deeply into his own flesh, dark blood
quickly welling up out of the gash.  He lifted Spike's wrist to his lips
and fastened his mouth over the cut, drinking deeply as blood rushed to
the surface.  Again, he was surprised by how easy it was to swallow. 
There was the metallic taste he knew from tasting his own blood from a
hundred different skirmishes at Buffy's side, but there was so much more. 
Power and seduction in a heavy liquid that slid smoothly down his
throat...and then Spike was tugging his wrist away.  With a final
reluctant lick, Xander released the vampire's arm.

Blue eyes dark, Spike ran his tongue over the gash.  "Give it just a few
minutes and then you'll be much better."  He leaned forward and kissed
Xander deeply.

Feeling slightly dazed, Xander responded eagerly, wanting to taste more of
Spike however he could.  He protested when Spike pulled away, but Graham
was there immediately to take the vampire's place and his protests died
away under the assault of warm lips and a tentative curious tongue.  When
he finally drew away from Graham, Xander's headache was rapidly
disappearing.

Still leaning back against Graham, Xander watched with wide eyes as Spike
once again drew near to him.  This time, the vampire didn't even attempt
to kiss him.  Instead, Spike passed him by completely in favor of kissing
Graham.  Breath coming faster, Xander watched as Spike pushed Graham
further back against the couch, watched as Graham countered with a hand
sliding up under the hem of Spike's black shirt.  It was strange to see
them together.  Strange and arousing as hell.  He watched with growing
appreciation and lust as they moved against each other, bumping against
him in the process.  Finally, the kiss came to an end and Graham and Spike
broke apart to look over at him.  "Wow," he said.  "Um, when did this
happen?"

Graham's expression was a little shy.  "Just a little while ago, actually.
 We both admitted to a few facts we'd been denying."

"Like wanting to shag each other," Spike added.

"Yeah," Graham agreed.

"You're sure?" Xander asked.  This was amazing.  He hadn't imagined...all
right, maybe in a few fantasies he wouldn't have admitted to previously he
had imagined, but he'd never really believed that Spike and Graham could
ever do anything except quietly loathe each other.

Spike leered at Graham. "Oh, I'm very sure."

Xander kissed Spike hard, then did the same to Graham.  Spike sat back up,
giving Graham and Xander both a little more room.  Xander settled more
fully against Graham's chest.  "So what happens now?"

Graham sighed and wrapped his arms around Xander once more.  "I'm going to
quit the Initiative, for starters."

"What?"  Xander tried to turn around, but Graham held him fast.

"It's time.  I was only staying in because I had nowhere better to be and
I was good at my job.  I've found someplace that I'd rather be."  He
nuzzled at Xander's ear.  "It's not a hard choice to make.  You're here. 
Spike's here.  This is where I'm going to be.  Besides, I want to stay and
help make sure that Sunnydale doesn't go up in flames.  I want to stay
here and discover everything about both of you and what we can have
together."

Xander pinched his own arm.  "Ow!"

"Why the hell would you do that?" Spike asked, catching Xander's hands and
holding them between his own.

"Just checking.  I had to make sure that I wasn't dreaming."

"Does this feel like a dream?" Graham asked, slipping his hands under
Xander's shirt and smoothing them up over his stomach.

Xander shivered deliciously.  "I'm not sure..."  He let his voice trail
off plaintively.

Spike didn't disappoint him.  The blond man moved in on Xander with a look
of animal pleasure and anticipation.  He knelt up on the couch to loom
over Xander.  "Does this feel like a dream?" he asked, then leaned down
and claimed Xander's lips.

Xander arched up into the caress, writhing against Graham as warm hands
slowly wandered up his chest.  Xander reached out to pull Spike down to
rest against him, craving more contact.  He grasped the hem of Spike's
shirt and pulled upwards, impatient to see and feel more skin.  Spike
cooperated and allowed him to tear the shirt away.  Graham took that as
encouragement and worked Xander's shirt off as well.  Thoroughly pleased
by this, Xander dropped his hands to the fastening of Spike's jeans.  He'd
dreamed of Spike and Graham, fantasized about being free to touch and
explore and love them for so long that he was impatient to finally begin. 
Nothing was enough:  not Spike's lips at his throat, not Graham's tongue
in his ear.  He had to have more.

When Spike's hands interfered with his purpose, Xander growled
impatiently.  Spike wasn't fazed by it; he just held Xander's hands
tighter.  "Xan, wait, luv."

"I can wait later," Xander said.  "Right now there are things I'd really
rather be doing."

"Xander, slow down."

Xander froze.  "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Graham said reassuringly.

"Good."  Now that was settled, Xander returned to important matters, like
getting Spike out of his jeans.  Then he could move on to the equally
important task of getting Graham out of his clothes, too.

"Xander!"  Spike grabbed his hands once more.

"What?"

Spike laughed.  "You're making it very difficult to take this slow."

"Who the hell wants to take things slow?"  Xander was beginning to get
confused.

Graham shifted behind him.  "Xander, I...we don't want to push you into
anything.  I mean, being with a guy, much less two guys, is different than
being with a woman.  I understand that you might need some time to get
used to things, and we'll give you as much time as you need.  You don't
have to prove anything to us."  Spike nodded throughout the speech,
throwing his support in with Graham.

Xander blinked.  It took a few seconds for the reason behind their 
hesitation to sink in.  When he finally realized what they though, he
began to laugh.  He pushed himself up and off of Graham, forcing Spike to
move over.  He slid off the couch, turning as he did, so that he was
kneeling on the floor, facing the two men on the couch.  He managed to get
his laughter under control as he stared up at their obvious confusion. 
"Guys, I'm touched that you'd worry about me like that, but you don't have
to.  I'm not a blushing virgin here."

"Anyone who was every anywhere near Anya knows that, Xan," Spike said. 
"But-"

"Not inexperienced with women," Xander agreed patiently.  "And not with
men, either."  He watched the surprise bloom on their faces, feeling
fairly satisfied.  He'd never told anyone about the man he'd met while
working in Oxnard.  The green-eyed man had been watching Xander shake his
little tush on the catwalk of the Fabulous Ladies' Nightclub.  He'd caught
Xander's eye and they'd spoken on one of his breaks.  He'd been calling
himself Alex, and he was pretty sure 'Alan's' name wasn't his usual
either.  That hadn't detracted at all from the charm of Alan's sense of
humor or Irish accent.  They'd been friends, nothing more, but that meant
their explorations in bed had been filled with laughter and gentleness and
fun.  Xander had learned a lot and enjoyed every moment of it.  He had
left Oxnard after he had enough money to fix his car, and Alan had to
return to Los Angeles - something about working for the power company, or
something.  Xander hadn't seen him again, but he still thought of him
fondly and hoped he was well.

The brown-eyed man shook himself loose from his memories and focused back
on the two men on the couch.  He frowned.  They both looked confused, and
Spike was beginning to look pissed.  "What?"

"Who was it?" Spike demanded.

Xander got ready to make a joke about Spike's possessiveness, but then he
watched as Graham's lip curled up in a snarl.  "Guys?  What is this?"

"None of your friends ever mentioned you being with a guy before," Spike
said, ignoring the question.

"Because I never told them."  He hadn't wanted to share that with the rest
of the Scoobies.  He'd kept the truth about his job at the club and Alan
to himself.  It wasn't something he was ready to share.  He'd wanted to
protect it by keeping it private.

"So who was it?"  Graham was definitely snarling.

Xander decided that he was going to keep Alan's name to himself.  He had
no idea how to find the Irishman, but he wasn't going to give either Spike
or Graham the chance to go looking for him.  "No one you know.  I haven't
seen him in over a year, and I don't think I ever will again."  He held up
a hand to stop the questions he could read in both pairs of blue eyes. 
"He was a friend.  We had a lot of fun and I learned a lot and it's over
now."  The fire didn't go out of either man's eyes and Xander decided that
he was never going to mention Alan again.  He licked his lips, trying to
think of a way to distract them.

Spike growled and hauled Xander up onto the couch, roughly teasing
Xander's lips apart with his own in a bruising kiss.  Just as Xander was
getting dizzy from lack of oxygen, Spike pushed him away - straight into
Graham's waiting arms.  Xander gasped a bit and then wrapped his arms
around Graham's neck, sinking his hands into the other man's hair as he
kissed him.  He felt Spike's hands tugging at his sweats and wriggled
happily.

At first the sound he was hearing didn't make any sense to him.  It took
him a few moments to figure out that the high-pitched tone was his
doorbell.  He wrenched his face to the side, breaking the kiss with
Graham.  "Shit."

"Maybe if we ignore them they'll go away," Graham suggested.

"Xander?  Are you in there?"  Willow's voice was muffled as she called
through the door.

"Shit," Spike said.  "Maybe we can stay quiet enough to make her think
we're not here?"

"No good," Xander groaned, pushing himself up and off of Graham.  "She's
got a key."  He grabbed his shirt from the floor and pulled it back on,
then tried to smooth his hair back down.  "Get yourselves together," he
said, heading for the door, even as he heard Willow's key slide home in
the lock.

*****