Parts 16-Epilogue
Part 16: Closet
All it took was a phone call, and what had looked to be a boring evening
watching TV alone had suddenly become . . . much more interesting. A smile
had instantly spread over Xander's face as he heard the voice that responded
to his 'hello.' Well, not so much the voice, or the words either, but the
tone of voice: low, deep and full of promise. There was no way Xander was
going to tell him no, and it didn't bother Xander at all that he seemed to
know that.
He opened the door for him and found himself being pushed towards the
bedroom, as Graham kicked the door shut behind him. There was a hungry
smirk on the marine's face, which turned into a hungry smile as Xander
peeled off his T-shirt, and slid out of his khakis and threw himself
backwards onto the bed.
He watched as Graham slowly got undressed. Xander was being teased, and he
knew it. And he liked it. A lot. His eyes never left Graham as the man
pulled off his sweater, then slowly pulled his T-shirt up, stopping to palm
his stomach, looking to see if he was getting the reaction from Xander.
He was. Xander was breathing a bit more heavily, and his cock was starting
to inch upwards.
Graham's stone face barely broke, just a slight upward turn of his lips, but
his eyes betrayed him as his pupils dilated. Graham pulled the shirt off
and tossed it on the floor. He kicked his shoes off, and yanked his jeans
and boxers down and off. He bent over and yanked one sock off then the
other, and crawled onto the bed, gently pushing Xander's legs apart as he
settled on his stomach between them.
Xander lay back in his bed, head propped up on a pillow, his hands smoothing
the hard tensed muscles of Graham's shoulders and arms as the man's head
rose and fell, taking his cock all the way down his throat, watching it
disappear into the man's talented mouth. A low deep moan forced its way out
of Xander's throat as he gripped Graham's shoulders. When he made himself
relax a bit, he opened his eyes and ran his hands gently through the
marine's short hair.
Xander thought that this was pretty close to heaven. No power on earth
could make him want this to stop.
The door bell rang.
"Shit! Anya!" Xander panicked. He bolted out of bed, leaving a very
frustrated Graham.
"Uh, sorry! *Shit!* Hide! OK?" Xander managed a pleading smile on the
last word.
Graham grinned at him and grabbed his clothes and looked around and headed
for the closet.
Xander pulled on jeans and a T-shirt and loped over to the door and,
brushing his hair back with his fingers, took a deep breath and opened the
door.
Riley grinned at him, put a hand behind Xander's neck, and pulled him in for
a kiss even as he stepped in and shut the door behind him. He turned both
of them around and pushed Xander against the closed door, his hands slowly
running up and down Xander's upper arms as he leaned in and kissed him.
Riley pulled back after a brief kiss, and just smiled, which was enough to
make Xander shiver.
Riley reached down and pulled Xander's T-shirt off of him, and before Xander
could say anything, Riley's lips were on his nipples, his tongue darting
over them, teasing, sending Xander into a series of soft moans.
Riley's right hand went down to Xander's crotch. He looked up at him with
an evil grin. "Man, you ARE glad to see me!" Riley was so eager that all
his usual poise left him as he fumbled, unzipping the jeans as he sank to
his knees, pulling Xander's hard-on out.
Riley didn't hesitate, taking Xander all the way in his mouth. Riley was
eager, more energetic, but less technically proficient than Graham. Xander
took hold of Riley's head and calmed down his strokes a bit. "Easy, tiger!"
he kidded him. Riley let him set the pace. "Yeah, yeah, there you go,
Ri. Nice. Just like that. Good. Oh yeah!"
Riley had pulled out his own cock, and was using his right hand on it as his
mouth went after Xander's.
Xander was already well primed. It didn't take him long to finish,
especially under Riley's eager ministrations. "Ri . . . Ri. . . Ri . . .
*Ri*" Riley finally pulled back off of Xander, and milked the cock as
Xander came, splattering Riley's T-shirt.
A minute later, Riley came himself, his head pressed against Xander's chest
as he knelt at his feet. He looked down and saw he had made rather a mess
of his own trousers. He grinned sheepishly.
He looked up at Xander. "Hey, Xander."
"Hey, Riley."
They stared at each other, silly contented looks on their faces.
Xander heard footsteps in the hallway through the door he was leaning
against. Then the doorbell rang. Xander's face went white. "Anya," he
mouthed to Riley, who looked down at his come-soaked T-shirt and pants.
There'd be no shrugging that evidence off. Riley grabbed Xander's T-shirt
off the floor and shoved it in Xander's hands. Xander quickly pulled it on,
and zipped up. Riley headed for the bathroom.
Xander shook his head violently. Anya usually wanted to 'freshen up' soon
after she arrived. It had taken Xander a while to get Anya to use that
expression, rather than the overly descriptive phrase she had used at the
beginning of their relationship.
"Under the bed!" Xander whispered. Riley nodded and practically dove into
the bedroom.
Xander opened the door. "Hey Anya!"
"Hey, Xander." She leaned up and kissed him, running a hand over his pecs.
Have you been exercising? You're all sweaty."
"Uh, no. Just haven't showered after work yet."
She nodded. "I've got to work tonight. Giles has some training thing to do
with Buffy." Anya looked a bit cross. "Giles needs to pay more attention
to the shop rather than the slayer if he wants to make more money."
"Uh, OK. We'll go out for dinner tomorrow then?"
"Yeah, that'd be great!" She kissed him briefly. "I just want the sweater
I left here the other day. The magic shop gets drafty."
"Uh sure, I'll get it for you. You remember where you left it?"
"Where YOU left it, you mean." Anya grinned slyly. "I think you threw it
under the bed."
Xander blanched. Before he could stop her, Anya had darted into the bedroom
and was on her hands and knees beside the bed.
Xander stopped breathing. He rushed to the bedroom door, eyes wide. Anya
stood up, sweater in hand.
"Here it is," Anya said brightly. She tied it around her neck and gave
Xander another hug. He walked her to the door. She leaned up and gave him
another kiss.
"See you tomorrow after work?"
"I'll be waiting." Xander grinned. She walked down the hall. He closed
the door and leaned against it and heaved a sigh of relief. Then his eyes
went wide. He rushed into the bedroom.
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Riley had been lying under the bed, listening carefully to the conversation.
He was in full stealth mode. As soon as he heard Anya mention the
sweater, the very one he was resting his head on, he moved. He scrambled
noiselessly from under the bed, and headed for the one safe place.
Like a jungle cat, he quietly crept across the bedroom on hands and knees,
reached up and opened the closet door, and swung himself inside, pulling it
shut silently behind him. He sat down, and was suddenly very aware of a
warm naked hard body pressing against him.
"Hey, Riley." Graham whispered.
Riley would have yelped if a hand had not covered his mouth.
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Xander opened the door to the closet. Riley and Graham broke their kiss
and looked up at him. They looked at each other and grinned.
Graham reached up and pulled him down. Riley pulled off his T-shirt, as
Graham undid his jeans. Both leaned over to go for his cock, and they
bumped heads sharply. They started chuckling.
"Bed." Graham suggested. Riley nodded. The two stood up, pulling Xander
up with them. They each took an arm and dragged him to the bed, and shoved
him face up onto the bed.
Graham jumped across, kissed Xander briefly before moving down and taking
Xander's cock in his mouth. Riley stripped off his clothes in record time,
and joined his buddy.
Riley pressed his face to Graham's and then took hold of the base of
Xander's cock, and whipped it into his mouth, and shoved his mouth down onto
it. "Hey!" Graham objected.
Xander just moaned.
Graham moved down and took Xander's balls in his mouth. Xander spread his
legs wide, and put a hand on each guy's neck. Graham moved a hand up and
began playing lightly with Xander's left nipple, eliciting a deep groan.
Riley glanced over and saw what Graham was doing. He moved his hand up and
gently ran his fingertips over Xander's other nipple.
Xander's hand tightened slightly on Riley's neck.
Graham looked up slightly and met Riley's eyes. His free hand moved across
and began to massage Riley's shoulders. Riley's eyes locked on his, even as
he continued to move up and down on Xander. He watched, eyes growing
wider, as Graham let Xander's balls fall out of his mouth and moved up to
lick Riley's jaw line. Xander's cock slipped out of his mouth and slapped
against Xander's belly as their lips met. Graham wasted no time slipping
his tongue in.
"Hey!" protested Xander. The broke the kiss, grinning at each other, and
both moved back to Xander's cockhead. They played a game of gently passing
Xander back and forth, from one mouth to the other, upper lips and tongues
touching at each pass.
Xander had a hand on each man's upper arm, unconsciously comparing the
massive powerful musculature of Riley's to the rock-hard, pumped-up
delineated muscle of Graham's.
Xander lay back, and surrendered to their ministrations.
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Xander climbed out from between the two sleeping commando guys and padded
into bathroom. He leaned a hand against the tile wall as he pissed. He
finished and shook the last drops off, and flushed. He turned around and
caught his face in the mirror. He flashed himself a smirk. Two marines at
a time. Not bad, Xander Harris.
He walked back through the dark apartment to the bedroom. He paused at the
door and smiled. Riley and Graham were lying side by side, faces inches
from each other, Graham's hand slowly running through Riley's hair, Riley's
hand on Graham's side.
They were grinning at each other and whispering. Xander could barely hear
them.
"So . . . Gray?"
"Yeah?"
"Xander said you're kinda in love with me."
"He did?" Xander could hear him blush.
"Yeah. Are you?"
"I guess . . . maybe. That cool?"
"Fuck, yeah."
Graham leaned over and gave Riley the slightest of kisses. Riley pulled
Graham's head into his.
Xander quietly stepped back out of the bedroom and closed the door slowly so
as not to make any noise.
He opened the hall closet and pulled out the extra blanket and pillow, and
carried them to the couch. He sighed as he crawled onto the couch and
pulled the blanket over him. Damn, they looked cute together!
Xander fell asleep with a bit of a smile on his face. Besides, he'd already
come six times, a new personal record. He was ready for just some sleep.
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The next morning, Xander was sitting at the table, drinking coffee and
watching cartoons, with the volume of the TV turned low, when a very
sleepy-headed looking Graham padded out in his boxers.
"Good morning." Graham got out, looking slightly chagrinned, but
positively glowing.
"Coffee?"
"Yeah, please. Black."
Xander got up and poured him a cup, as Graham sat at the table. Xander put
the cup in front of him. Graham took a sip. He looked across the table at
Xander, "Thanks."
"Hey, I had a pretty good time, too, ya know."
Graham grinned and nodded. "Yeah, I saw that. I mean for, ya know, the
rest of the night."
"No problem. I was kind of used up anyway. Are you guys cool?"
Graham smiled beatifically. "I think so."
The bedroom door opened and Riley came out. He nodded at Xander, who got up
to pour him some coffee.
"Hey," he said to Graham, a slightly embarrassed smile on his face.
"Hey," Graham responded, putting down the cup of coffee, never taking his
eyes off Riley. The two just looked at each other, neither one moving.
"Kiss him, for God's sake!" Xander said with mock exasperation.
Riley obeyed the order, and then sat down. The two guys looked at each
other and blushed a couple of times. Riley sat with his arm across the
table, holding the coffee cup. Graham's hand moved across the table, and he
ran two fingers gently along his forearm. Graham looked up into his eyes.
Riley smiled.
Graham looked over at Xander. "Uh . . ."
"I'll talk to you guys later." Xander grinned. The two practically bolted
from their chairs for the bedroom. At the door, Riley turned and said "Hey,
Xander?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
Xander found himself alone in the kitchen, washing the three used coffee
cups, as he watched the rest of Speed Racer, with the volume turned up, when
the phone rang.
"Yeah, hey Willow. . . . Nothing, just hung out with Riley. Yeah, Riley's
here. He's still in bed. . . . No, we did no boozing, I promise. . . .
No, actually, I slept on the couch, thank you very much. . . . Dinner.
Sure. I'll have to ask Anya, but I'm sure it'll be cool. . . . Great!
7:00. Anya and I'll bring wine. No, not the kind with the screw-off cap."
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After Graham had headed back to the base, and Riley had surreptitiously put
the sheets in the washing machine, he came into the living room and faced
Xander, and sighed.
"Can I talk to you?"
Xander nodded.
"I'm pretty sure I've made a decision."
"You're joining up again?"
Riley nodded, looking a little surprised that Xander had sussed it out that
easily.
"It's not just Graham. It's where I belong."
"Yeah, I know. Plus there's Graham."
Riley grinned back with just the hint of a blush, as he sat in the chair
across from Xander and looked at him. "I'm pretty sure you're one of the
best friends I've ever had, Xander."
"Thanks." Xander grinned at him. "Is that ending now?"
"I hope not."
"But the two of us getting together is over."
Riley nodded. But he couldn't keep a straight face. He blushed.
"What?"
"This morning Graham just sort of pointed out that if both of us sleep with
you, it's not really cheating."
"Quite a guy, that Graham."
The shy smile that spread over Riley's face showed his answer better than
any words could have.
"Yeah, he is." Riley cocked his head and grinned. "So, Graham tells me
that you like to put on a uniform and give orders . . . sir."
It took Xander five minutes to clean the coffee that spewed from his mouth
off the sofa and floor.
Part 17: Plan
"Right. So he wants to break up with Buffy, but he doesn't want her to know
why."
Xander nodded. "Mainly because we figure it might put both our lives in
danger."
Giles considered it. He nodded. Buffy did have a temper, and there were
times she didn't know her own strength.
"So, what we need to have happen is for Buffy to break it off with him.
Send him packing back to the Initiative."
"And Graham," grinned Xander.
"Quite so."
"You ought to see them together. Their faces just light up. And then they
are all over each other . . . "
"That's quite enough information, Xander! Right, back to the plan."
Xander let a smile cross his face. Giles was much more devious than he had
thought. He liked that.
"And what would make Buffy break up with Riley. Besides finding out about
you and Riley? And you and Graham. . . and Riley and Graham . . . "
"Which we do NOT want to have happen. . . "
"Quite."
"Uh, if he became a vampire?"
"She might feel obliged to stake him . . . which might have serious
repercussions for the both of them."
"True."
"If he went over to the dark side. . . "
"I don't think Riley has the, uh, acting prowess to carry that one off. I
rather doubt he'd even make a convincing cowboy if the need arose."
Xander cocked his head as if that triggered some memory, but he shook it
off.
Giles opened one of his books and leafed through it. "Aha!" He grinned
triumphantly. "This might work, it just might work."
"What?"
A rather evil grin came over Giles' face. "I think we are going to have to
play a little trick on Spike."
Xander grinned, "Works for me."
"And I'll have to call in a favour from a . . . friend of mine."
Giles quickly outlined the plan for Xander. Xander's eyes grew wide.
"Do people really DO that?"
"Oh yes. Quite often, actually."
"Huh." Xander was thinking about it.
"Do NOT try this at home, Xander!"
"No way!"
"Do you think Riley'll will cooperate?"
"I'm pretty sure I can convince him." Xander almost smirked. "All it would
take is for me to . . . "
"Xander!" protested Giles. Xander gave him his best naughty smile. Giles
shook his head and whispered "Incorrigible." He pushed his glasses back on
his nose and returned the matter at hand.
"Right, then all we need do is get Spike to lead Buffy to the place and
catch Riley in the act, so to speak."
"Then she'll drop him like the proverbial hot potato."
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Xander showed up at Spike's crypt just after sunset. He knocked but
entered without waiting for a reply.
"Oi, if it ain't Mr. Nummy Treats himself. How are you and soldier boy
getting it on, I mean getting on these days?"
"Very funny, Spike. But it is Riley I wanna ask you about."
"What's Captain Cornfed been up to, then?"
"He's been acting weird lately."
"Not eating his Wheaties?"
"I mean it, Spike. He's all vampire obsessed, always talking about them,
and getting this almost drugged-out look in his eye."
"Well, yeah. We have that effect on a lot of people. Makes the feeding
easier, right?"
Xander nodded. suppressing a smile. "And he's been getting these scars . .
. "
Spike's eyebrows went up.
"Tell me more, mate. Tell me more." Spike took a seat opposite Xander.
Xander dropped exactly the hints that Giles had suggested.
"Nuffin' for you to worry about, Xander." Spike could barely restrain his
glee.
"Buffy would be so pissed off if she knew."
"Too right! The vampire slayer can't be having her little boyfriend feeding
the hungry vampire masses. Bit of irony there, poetic justice maybe. But,
yeah, pretty much guaranteed to make a slayer kinda grouchy.
"I'll have a talk with old Riley. Show him the error of his ways. You just
leave it to old Uncle Spikey."
Xander nodded. "You sure?"
Spike grinned at him. "Go on home to your demon lover there, Xander. Give
'er a bit of slap and tickle and leave everything to me."
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Graham nodded as Giles explained his part in the plan.
"Should be easy, Mr. Giles. I've kinda mentioned bringing Riley back in a
couple of times. And I can get a chopper easily enough. I have a . . .
buddy who's a pilot. An ex-buddy sort of friend." He hastily added.
"Might take time to arrange that, though."
"How long?"
"Say, three days."
"Perfect."
The two men stood up and, grinning conspiratorially, shook hands.
"Thanks."
Giles cocked his head. "May I ask a rather personal question?"
"Oh, I'm versatile."
Giles blushed, "No not that.." he stammered out.
Graham, completely unembarrassed, nodded for him to continue.
"When did you first meet Xander?"
"Well, really only when he called me a couple of weeks ago."
"Tell me. Did your feelings for Riley undergo any . . . uh changes . . .
two weeks ago?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Just testing out a little theory I have."
Graham grinned. "Yeah. They did." Graham almost blushed. He looked Giles
straight in the eye. "I fell in love. For the first time in my life, I
fell in love."
"With Riley, I take it?"
Graham nodded, face all smile, eyes twinkling. "It was like this
revelation, I was in bed with Xander, and all the sudden it became crystal
clear to me. I was in love with Riley. Weird, huh?"
"Yes. Weird. But you know, Graham. It often happens that way."
"What way?"
"Never mind, Graham. Good night."
"Night, sir."
Giles watched him walk out. Giles grinned, and pulled out his journal and
made a triumphant entry, under the heading 'Catalyst'. He needed to write
this up. He might be invited to give a seminar on Catalysts at the next
Watcher's Retreat. Invited to the Cottswolds. Giles beamed at the thought.
Part 18: Phases
It went off like clockwork.
Xander calling Riley on the cell to let him know that Spike was outside
spying on him. Riley sneaking away and letting Hostile 17 follow him, and
then disappearing into the demonic house of ill repute, as Giles had
charmingly put it.
Xander did NOT want to know how Giles knew so much about the house, nor why
the proprietress owed him a favour.
And sure enough, Spike was hightailing it back to Buffy's gleefully
chuckling. Xander waited in his hiding place in the alley for phase two of
the plan.
Spike and a confused Buffy showing up. And minutes later, a very angry
Buffy running out into the alley. Followed by Spike.
Xander met Riley by the side door. "She was pretty pissed off." Riley
wasn't gleeful about hurting Buffy, but he brightened when Xander tossed him
the keys to his apartment and mentioned that Graham was there.
"You coming?"
"Nah," Xander grinned, "Thought I'd spend the night at Anya's."
Riley looked at him carefully, "You don't mind?"
Xander hugged Riley tightly, "You crazy kids go have your fun. But don't
forget phase three of the plan."
He released Riley and slapped him on the ass.
Riley grinned, "Phase three: the ultimatum. Man, Giles covers all the
bases. She catches me with a vamp, and I give *her* an ultimatum." Riley
shook his head. "She's gonna lose it with me so bad. . . "
Xander nodded, "She may kick your ass a bit."
Riley smiled, "Graham's a whiz with first aid. I'll be OK."
"OK, time for you to pay Spike a visit. Don't rough him up too much."
Riley grinned. "I've got just the thing for Spike."
"I so do not want to know!" Xander chuckled.
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Xander was waiting in the alley for Buffy. Giles was gonna be pissed off
big time at his vamp buddies, except that they were all dust. Giles had
made them promise not to harm Riley or the slayer. But vamps being vamps,
they couldn't resist. No self-respecting vamp could miss the opportunity to
off a slayer.
But Buffy had taken them out. All of them.
Xander was impressed. And more than a little scared. Buffy was definitely
angry Buffy.
Xander watched her carefully. He checked his watch. Thirty minutes till
the deadline. Buffy suddenly got that dreamy look in her eyes. 'Shit!'
thought Xander. She's gonna go after Riley. NO!
He had to delay her. He stepped out of the shadows. He thought for a
second and changed tactics. Buffy never had a problem blowing off
reasonable Xander. But snarky Xander always got her attention.
Crank up the snarkyness, and Buffy would forget about everything else.
It worked like a charm. Delayed her a good ten minutes.
Xander watched her run off. He pulled the cell out of his pocket and called
Graham at the chopper.
"She's on her way, Big Guy."
"Understood, Top Gun."
Xander grinned at the commando guys and their code names.
"Take good care of him, Big Guy."
"Will do. And . . . thanks." Even over the phone, Xander could hear that
Graham's gratitude was heart-felt. Xander smiled into the cell.
It was cruel, but necessary. She had to see him leave. Giles and Xander
and the rest would be there to help her pick up the pieces. She would get
over it if she had the closure of knowing he was gone. If Xander knew her,
she'd get over it pretty fast.
As Xander walked over to Anya's, he grinned. Belize. Sheesh. In the end
they had decided on Belize, because Graham thought that "Boinking your
Buddy's Butt in Belize" sounded better than "Coming on a Commando's Cammies
in Cameroon".
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Epilogue: Anya's apartment
Anya leaned over and ran a hand over Xander's forehead. "That was a 9.5!"
she informed him cheerfully.
"Uh, thanks."
"You seem to be more energetic recently." Anya said matter-of-factly, as
she reached over and put a mark in red on her calendar.
"Yeah." With Graham and Riley gone, off boffing like bunnies in 'Belize',
Xander was back to one bed partner, at least until the two of them got some
leave, and a little reunion could be arranged. Until then, life was
definitely simpler, if less . . . interesting.
Anya brushed the hair out of his eyes. "So, do you miss having orgasms with
Riley and that good-looking Lt. Miller?"
Xander's head snapped back over and he stared at Anya, eyes wide.
"You knew?"
Anya shrugged. "You talk in your sleep, Xander."
Xander considered that bit of information. "And you, uh, didn't mind?"
Anya thought about that carefully. "It was like you told me, it was a guy
thing, you know, stuff you couldn't do with your girlfriend."
Xander grinned at her, but still not sure he was out of the woods. "Yeah?"
Anya hugged him. "So long as I'm your only girlfriend, and you keep up the
orgasm tally, I won't get all jealous."
Xander grinned widely, "You're amazing, Anya!"
Anya smiled at him lovingly. She kissed him and snuggled up, head on his
chest. Xander put an arm around her and closed his eyes, thinking he had to
be one of the luckiest men in the universe. He started to drift off to a
deep satisfied sleep.
Anya whispered, clearly pleased that they had had this little talk,
"Besides, it's only fair. It's not like you ever get jealous about all the
orgasms I have with Willow and Tara."
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