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:  NC-17 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 24/24

The dead silence that followed his challenge was terrifying.  Xander was
finally ready, finally secure enough in his love and the love offered to
him to insist that Spike and Graham stop treating him like he was going to
break and get on with things already.

He loved waking up in a tangle of limbs, pressed so closely to the other
men that he couldn't quite tell where he ended and his lovers began.  The
sweet kisses and gentle caresses were wonderful, and he'd never grow tired
of being cuddled on the couch, wrapped up in comfort and love, strength
and warmth, laughter and desire.  He suspected making love might be even
better though, and he'd really like to find out.

Xander understood what his lovers were doing.  They weren't going to let
anything happen before he was ready for it, weren't going to let him do
anything that he would regret or could prompt him into leaving the
relationship.  He loved them for it, loved the fact that they were willing
to wait on him and put their own desires off to the side.  The time had
come for it to stop, though.  It was making him crazy.  He loved them,
needed them, wanted them.  The crushing fear and doubt that had shaken him
so hard had finally disappeared, leaving behind only love and trust and
desire.

The silence behind him stretched, tearing at his nerves.  He stopped
walking and turned around, finding that both Spike and Graham were staring
after him.  He cleared his throat, fighting down nervousness.  "If you two
don't want to split up, you could always rent a movie and pick up a bottle
on the way home.  I can close the door to the bedroom so I won't disturb
you while I'm taking care of business, since no one seems interested in-"

He didn't have a chance to finish the sentence; Spike and Graham covered
the distance between them with gratifying speed.  Spike grabbed his left
arm and Graham wrapped his arm around Xander's waist from the other side
and together they began to hustle him back toward the apartment.

Xander couldn't help the laughter that bubbled out of him.  He was a
little surprised that his feet were allowed to touch the ground; Graham or
Spike could have just picked him up and run back to the apartment to make
faster time.  "Guys," he said, trying to rein in his amusement.  "Guys,
this isn't a race.  The apartment is going to be there no matter what time
we get back."

Spike didn't bother to reply; he just held Xander's arm more tightly and
increased his speed.

Graham shook his head.  "Xander, where are we?"

"Um, Elm Street?"

Blue eyes laughed at him.  "Think bigger."

Xander thought for a moment.  "Oh.  Sunnydale.  The Hellmouth."

"Right.  Do you really want to take it for granted that the apartment will
be there?"

Xander stopped trying to slow the others down.  "I think running would be
going too far, though."

Graham upped the pace another notch.  "I'll settle for speed walking."

Xander was worried that they'd get jumped by a group demons, but
apparently all three of them were putting off such strong vibes of
determination that all the night creatures steered clear of them.  It felt
like it took forever, but they finally reached the apartment.

Once they were inside, Xander half-expected to be propelled into the
bedroom and for everything to follow from that point.  He was surprised
and a little relieved when they stopped in the living room.

Spike moved to stand directly in front of him, getting in his space and
staring solemnly into his eyes.  "Last chance, luv.  If you're not ready
for this, tell us now."

Xander nodded.  "I'm ready.  I don't feel the Cynon's influence anymore. 
Everything I feel is coming from me.  Love."  He flushed a little. 
"Lust."

Spike's eyes darkened.  "Good."  He reached up and traced the tip of his
finger over the swell of Xander's lower lip.

Behind the vampire, Graham shifted nervously.  "I don't know," he said
quietly.  "I want this - god, both of you know how much I want this - but
what if you're wrong, Xander?  What if after we do this you get hit with a
wave of panic?  I don't want to see you go through that again."

Xander didn't try to reassure Graham with words.  He knew that Graham was
only worrying about him, trying to protect him, but he didn't need to
anymore.  Xander wanted this more than he could remember ever wanting
anything.  Still, after waiting so long, words weren't going to convince
the blue-eyed man.  Knowing that, Xander stepped in front of Graham and
reached out to cradle the back of the taller man's head in his hand,
drawing him down into a kiss.  He invaded Graham's mouth aggressively,
pushing his whole body into Graham's.  Needing Graham to understand how
much he wanted this, he ground his erection against the other man in order
to erase all lingering doubts.

It worked.  Graham's hands slid down his body, coming to rest on his hips.
 Gripping them hard, Graham began to push Xander backwards, moving with
him to continue the kiss and the contact.  Xander allowed himself to be
moved. lost in the taste of Graham, in the feeling of the other man's heat
pressed so close to him.  He stopped moving when he backed into the bed. 
Graham felt him stop and pulled away, breaking the kiss to see what had
happened.  When he realized they'd reached their goal, the soldier grinned
at Xander before placing his hands on his shoulders and giving him a
deliberate shove.

Xander toppled over, bouncing heavily on the bed.  "What the hell was
that?" he asked.

Graham didn't answer; instead, he dropped to his knees and unlaced
Xander's shoes.  He pulled them off gently and removed the socks as well.

Xander propped himself up on his elbows so he could better enjoy the
sight.  Graham looked up and caught him staring.  Holding Xander's gaze,
the soldier slowly crawled up the bed, hands and knees straddling Xander's
body.  He stopped moving once he reached Xander's waist, hands smoothly
undoing the fastenings of supine man's jeans.  Xander was so fascinated by
the sight of Graham's large hands that he jerked in complete surprise when
the bed dipped under Spike's weight as the vampire sat beside him.

"Enjoying the show, luv?"  Spike was also watching Graham's hands with
interest.

"Yeah."  Xander wasn't going to waste precious brain power looking for
words.  He had to watch Graham tug on jeans.  He extended himself as far
as a raising his hips up off the bed so the other man could tug his jeans
and boxers down his legs.  He murmured happily as his erection was freed.

"Then you'll enjoy the encore," Spike promised.  He grabbed the bottom of
Xander's shirt and pulled it up over his head.

Xander wriggled on the bed, a little embarrassed to be the only one naked.
 The frank appreciation in his lovers' eyes made the embarrassment
disappear under a wave of lust.  "Um, I could be wrong about this, but I'm
pretty sure you two need to be naked, too."

Spike widened his eyes in mock-surprise.  "I do believe you're right."  He
tossed Xander's shirt to the floor and knelt up on the bed, facing Graham.
 A wicked little smirk on his face, he pulled Graham's shirt apart,
scattering buttons across the bedspread and down to the floor.  Ignoring
Graham's small noise of protest, Spike finished pulling away the shirt and
attacked the soldier's slacks.  Graham recovered quickly from the loss of
his shirt and removed Spike's clothing with enthusiasm, although he didn't
do any damage.

Xander held himself motionless, watching as Spike pushed Graham off the
bed so he could drag his slacks down and off.  While Spike was bent over,
Graham pounced, latching onto Spike's jeans and tugging hard.  The two men
wobbled dangerously as they each struggled to strip the other.  Xander
couldn't help it; a snicker escaped him.

Two pairs of blue eyes fixed on him.  Xander clapped his hand over his
mouth but it was too late.  He'd been caught.  Spike and Graham kicked off
the remains of their clothing and straightened.  Xander tensed, wondering
what sort of revenge they'd take.

Spike took a step forward, then turned and wrapped his arms around
Graham's neck, dragging him down into a fierce kiss.  Xander stared
unabashedly at the two men, watching as they moved against each other,
hands roaming freely over bare skin as the kiss went on and on.  Xander's
hands crept down his body, curling around his erection.  Gaze never
wavering from the two men before him, he slowly slid his hands up and down
the column of flesh, leisurely pumping himself.  A small moan escaped him
as he increased the pace slightly.

Spike tore away from Graham.  "What are you doing?"

Xander froze for a moment, then resumed his leisurely strokes.  "I told
you that if no one wanted to have sex with me, I'd jerk off."  To add to
the provocation, he arched his back and moved his hands a little faster, a
little rougher.

He blinked and then Spike was there, pinning his hands down to the bed on
either side of his head.  "No, no, no, luv.  That's not what going to
happen."

"So we're going to have sex?"  Finally.

"No."  Graham's hands ceased in their exploration of Xander's legs.

"No?"

"What?"  Spike and Xander's questions overlapped.

Color rose faintly on Graham's cheeks.  "We're going to make love," he
said firmly.

Xander sat up and cupped Graham's face in his hands, kissing him firmly. 
"Thank you."

Graham smiled at him, then pushed him back down onto the bed.  Spike was
immediately there, demanding a kiss.  Xander gave in, arching into the
feeling of cool hands moving over his arms, warm hands sliding up his
inner thighs.  Xander tried to respond, wanting to stroke his hands over
Spike's perfect skin, wanting to taste every part of Graham, but neither
man gave him a chance.

"Let us, Xander," Spike whispered, nipping at Xander's ear.  "Please,
luv."

Xander gave in, giving himself over to whatever his lovers wanted.  He
parted his legs to give Graham better access to his erection, moaning into
Spike's mouth when Graham took him up on his invitation.  Wet warm
surrounded him and he arched upwards, wanting more of Graham's mouth.  He
was held mostly still by Spike's weight over his chest.  He couldn't touch
Graham so he concentrated on Spike, on the voracious mouth that covered
his. 
  He licked at the teeth that occasionally clashed with his own.  Spike
nearly mewled into his mouth when he did that, so Xander kept it up.  He
felt Spike's face change against his, felt fangs lengthen and grow.  He
curled his tongue around one of them, cautiously testing its edge.

Spike whimpered.

Xander increased his efforts, lapping and sucking at first one fang and
then the other, rubbing Spike's back as he arched into the feeling of
Spike's fingers on his nipples, Graham's mouth around his flesh.  Then
Graham's mouth was gone and Xander shouted his protest.  He'd been close,
so close to finding release.

Spike petted and shushed him.  "We'll take care of you," he promised,
shifting back to his human guise.  His words caught in his throat as he
spoke.  "Soon, Xan."

Xander twisted a little, wanting to see what Graham was doing.  He watched
as Graham curled one hand around Spike's hip, using the other to slide
lubricated fingers into the vampire, stretching and preparing him.

Spike shifted, turning to kiss Graham.  "Thank you, pet."

Graham smiled and moved so he was lying beside Xander.  He kissed Xander
and the dark-eyed man could catch faint tastes of himself.  Xander
returned the kiss with enthusiasm, until his erection was slowly encased
in cool tightness.  He gasped, moving away from Graham and staring up at
Spike as the vampire slowly lowered himself onto his hardness.  Hands
fisting the bed covers with the effort of holding himself still, Xander
watched as Spike carefully moved so he took in all of Xander.

Spike raised an eyebrow.  "Waiting for a written invitation, are you?"  He
raised himself up then dropped back down.

Xander didn't need any more provocation.  He thrust upwards, panting at
the feel of tightness and friction and Spike, the closeness he was finally
feeling enough to make him dizzy.  Graham reached out with his
still-lubricated hand and loosely fisted Spike's erection, pumping him in
time with Xander's thrusts.  Xander joined his hand to Graham's, lacing
their fingers around the hard flesh.  Together they stroked Spike to
orgasm, which triggered Xander's own.  With a final thrust upwards he
came, a sigh shuddering out of him as he relaxed back onto the bed.

Spike leaned down to kiss him leisurely, swallowing Xander's whimper of
disappointment as he slipped from Spike's body.  Graham's fingers remained
tangled with his own, stroking a little in a calming gesture.  Xander
turned to face him and saw that the blue-eyed man still hadn't come.  He
wriggled underneath Spike, wanting to rectify that.  "Spike..."

The vampire raised his head.  "Hm?"  He caught the direction of Xander's
gaze.  "Can't have that, can we, pet?" he asked, leering at Graham.  He
stretched, then easily slid over so he was on top of Graham.  Xander
summoned up enough energy to roll over to his side, giving them a little
more room and himself a better view.

Spike straddled Graham's legs, looking over the muscled body with obvious
appreciation.  "So very edible," he murmured, tongue sweeping across his
lower lip.  "Where to begin?"

Graham thrust upwards.  "How about with dessert?"

Leaning down, Spike shifted his aim at the very last moment so his lips
trailed over the edges of Graham's pelvis, snarling a little as he gently
scored the delicate skin with his teeth.  Ignoring Graham's muttered
curses, he worked his way upwards, licking a path to the blue-eyed man's
nipples.

Xander leaned in closer, not wanting to miss any of it.  Graham was 
muttering threats the entire times as Spike worked the puckered nubs with
lips, teeth, and fingers, but his hands were buried in the vampire's hair,
encouraging him to continue.  Spike slowly retraced his path downward,
this time obeying Graham's pleas and swirling his tongue over the head of
his erection.  Using one hand to control Graham's frantic thrusts, Spike
used the other to stroke the panting man's stomach, balls, and inner
thighs, teasing him as he slowly took in more and more of the hard flesh. 
Not able to just watch any longer, Xander moved closer and licked away the
sweat on Graham's collar bone, then kissed his way over to one inviting
nipple.  He lapped at it gently, then scraped his teeth across it. 
Graham's breath caught and he came, one hand splayed over Xander's back to
press him close.

A glance down the length of Graham's body revealed Spike looking almost
insufferably smug.  Xander decided a little sulking was in order, just to
see if he could get that look off his face.  "Selfish," he accused.  "I
wanted Graham to fuck me."

Laughter rumbled up inside of Graham's chest, pleasant vibrations that
made Xander cuddle even closer.  "I think we could do something about
that," Graham mused.  His voice became serious.  "I want to make love to
you."

Xander turned his head so he could face the other man.  "Make love," he
agreed again.  So long has he didn't tell anyone about, he supposed it
wasn't too unmanly that he melted every time Graham insisted on calling it
making love.  He pulled himself up the blue-eyed man so he could kiss him,
telling him in actions how he appreciated that insistence.  Graham pulled
him closer, sweat easing the friction between them so their chests slid in
wonderfully slippery ways against each other.  Just as he was beginning to
wonder where Spike was, Xander felt slippery fingers gently brush over the
entrance to his body.

He jumped a little, and Spike was instantly there, murmuring reassurances
in his ear.  "It's all right, love.  I'm not going to hurt you.  I could
never hurt you."

Xander relaxed, tilting his head to give Graham's nipping teeth better
access to his throat.  "I'm good.  You surprised me, that's all."

"You sure, luv?"

"If you stop I'm going to have to hurt you," Xander said.  "That might
ruin the mood."

Spike pressed a wet kiss to the nape of his neck and then the fingers were
back, probing gently.  Xander concentrated on kissing Graham, on the feel
of hot flesh against his own.  It had been a while since he'd done this
and it took a little while for him to get accustomed to the feeling of
being stretched.  Spike took his time and Xander was soon rocking in time
with the movements of Spike's hand.  The fingers disappeared and after a
pause, Spike moved to grasp Xander's hips, shifting his position.  "Luv?"
the vampire asked.

"Please," Xander said, smiling as Graham held him even tighter.  He gasped
a little as Spike slowly entered him, moving forward in a single slow
glide.  It didn't hurt, exactly; the initial burn was something he'd
missed once he and Alan had parted ways.  Spike held himself motionless,
cool hands moving in soothing patterns over Xander's back.  Not wanting to
set off the chip, Xander gave himself plenty of time to get used to the
sensation of being filled, then thrust back against Spike.  The blond man
responded with another slow thrust, and then again.  As Xander regained
his confidence, the languid thrusting became a maddening tease.  He tried
to push back harder in order to encourage Spike to speed things up, but
the vampire didn't take the hint.  Frustrated, Xander began to rub his
erection against Graham's seeking friction and release that way.  Just as
he found a rhythm that was working, Spike pulled him backwards, thrusting
deep within him and pulling Xander to kneel up over Graham.  Xander tried
to drop his hands down to bring himself relief, but Graham caught his
wrists.  Xander hissed his frustration.

All wide-eyed and innocent, Graham stared up at him.  "I thought you
wanted me to make love to you?"

"After," Xander agreed.  "After I come."  He thrust back harder against
Spike, but couldn't quite get enough stimulation to send himself over the
edge.  "Please."

"Wait your turn, luv," Spike purred into his ear, worrying at the lobe
with his teeth.  He began to thrust faster and harder, rubbing over
Xander's prostate but denying him the little extra touch that was needed
for the dark-eyed man to come.

"Evil," Xander gasped out.

"Yes," Spike agreed.  After a few nearly violent thrusts the vampire
buried his face in Xander's neck, sucking hard at the skin as he came.

Wincing a little as Spike pulled out, Xander glared down at Graham. 
"Thanks."

"You're welcome."  Graham beamed up at him before launching himself
upwards, knocking Xander over so their positions were switched:  Xander
was pinned to the mattress as Graham stared down at him with laughing
eyes.

Xander watched as Spike slicked lube over Graham's hardness, pale fingers
teasing even as they prepared.  "That's mine," he growled.

Spike laughed at him, then kissed Graham thoroughly before lying down
close beside Xander, gaze avid as he watched both men.  Xander flushed a
little under the scrutiny, then wrapped his legs around Graham's waist,
gasping a little as the other man carefully entered him.  Like Spike,
Graham refused to move until Xander nodded and pushed back against him,
giving him permission.  Graham set a steady rhythm of thrusts,
straightforward and without teasing, staring down into Xander's eyes,
watching him carefully the entire time.  When a cool hand curled around
his erection, Xander cried out and thrust raggedly between Spike's hand
around him and Graham's hardness within him, chasing completion.  A few
more moments and he came wailing, feeling Graham shudder above him and
come as well.

Panting hard, Xander shared weary kisses with Graham, slow and sweet.  He
looked for Spike and felt a moment's panic when he couldn't find the
vampire.  Before he could get upset, Spike returned to his view, damp
washcloths in hand.  Xander allowed his lovers to gently clean his skin: 
if they wanted to coddle him, who was he to complain?  Graham tugged the
bedcover off the bed and shoved it to the floor, leaving them with clean
sheets.

Xander settled down between his lovers, shivering when Spike's lips
ghosted over the bruise on his neck.  "You didn't bite," he said quietly.

"No," Spike said.  "Time's not right."

Xander nodded.  He knew that not everything was settled.  Making love
wasn't an end; it was a beginning.  Xander realized that not with dread,
but with happiness and anticipation.  He could hardly wait to find out
what would happen next for them.  There was no way he could know the
future, but he didn't need to.  So long as he trusted Graham and Spike,
that was all the assurance he needed.  "I love you," he said quietly,
kissing Graham and then Spike, near chaste kisses that were barely more
than the lightest brushes of lips.

"Love you, Xan," Spike said, expression solemn.

"Love you," Graham agreed, nodding seriously.

Xander watched as Graham and Spike leaned over top him to share a brief
kiss and a smile.  The words might not be there for them yet, but they
would be.  The feelings already were.

He closed his eyes, concentrating on the feeling of being so close to the
two people he loved most.  It was a helluva beginning, and he was going to
believe that it would only get better.  He was going to trust in his
lovers and trust in himself.  He had finally found it:  the place where he
belonged.

*****