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Buffy approached the doors of Lowell House, keyed up and ready to surprise Riley. She looked down and doublechecked her outfit, smiling at the flippy little skirt which was sure to be a boy pleaser. < Easy access. Take that, Faith! > Buffy acknowledge to herself that it might be childish and petty to still be bothered by the incident, but mentally shrugged her shoulders. < After tonight, I'll be certain that he knows it's me that he's making love to. >

She squared her shoulders and marched through the doors of the fraternity house, almost daring the clusters of boys gathered in the common area to say anything. Buffy proceeded to the stairs, daydreaming about what she was going to do to Riley when she got her hands on him. She made her way up the stairs, drifting on pleasant fantasies, until she found herself in front of his door, smiling an idiotic grin.

Hearing noises inside, Buffy cracked the door open and peered in, the better to gauge the proper way to proceed. What she saw shocked her into utter silence, only the slightest squeak escaping her suddenly numb lips.

Riley was standing facing Xander, completely agitated and gesturing wildly. "You, of all people, want to be part of the Initiative? We don't have a place for pizza delivery boys. We're *soldiers*." Buffy was silent and angry at Riley's thoughtless and cruel attack on Xander. She moved to open the door and tell Riley exactly what she thought, when Xander spoke. "You want me to prove myself? I've been fighting demons, vampires, any sort of goddamn creatures the night can throw at us, for years. I don't *need* your fancy organization."

Riley raised an eyebrow at the boy standing in front of him. "If thats the case, why are you here, trying to convince me?" Xander's voice broke as he stared down at the ground, "I just want to feel like I matter again. I'm sick of being on the periphery." Buffy stared as one of her closest friends confessed how much of an outsider he felt.

Riley moved awkwardly to console the boy, clearly regretting his earlier, harsher words. "I didn't mean to be so... whatever. Why don't I see what I can do?" Xander looked at Riley, and Buffy could see the hope shining clearly out of his eyes. Still, the Slayer was shocked when she saw Xander impulsively throw his arms around Riley in a hug. She could see how uncomfortable Riley looked as he stiffly put his arms around Xander, and it took a moment to realize how long the hug had been going on.

Buffy blinked in shock as, almost in slow motion, Xander looked up into Riley's eyes, and almost unconsciously, moving as one, their lips met. < My best friend, Xander, is kissing my *boyfriend* Riley. > Buffy sifted through various methods of reaction, lightning fast, lost as to an action, finally settling through default on continuing to watch.

Buffy shifted uncomfortably as Riley and Xander's kiss went on and on, hands stiffly positioned yet growing more fluid as the kiss lengthened and deepened. As Riley ran his fingers through Xander's hair, and Xander slid his hands under Riley's tight t-shirt stretching the bottom of it out, a taught strip of skin peeking out, Buffy could feel herself growing slowly aroused, rather than angry.

When the two boys tumbled on the bed, laying side by side and finally breaking the kiss, Buffy felt a small pang of loss. She stared at the two boys, who were regarding each other so seriously. When Xander reached out to tug Riley's shirt off, Buffy felt her mouth grow dry, watching with an unnamed hope. As Riley reciprocated, she let out a tiny wisp of a sigh, absorbed in the scenario unfolding in front of her. Unbidden words richocheted through her mind, < "Can I have sex with Riley too?" > and Buffy choked back a startled laugh.

As Xander leaned down to trail a wet path along the twitching muscle between Riley's shoulder and his collarbone, Buffy flinched as if she felt the damp heat herself. She held her breath as Riley and Xander fused their mouths in another raging kiss, while Xander's hand reached down to tug gently at the waistband of Rileys' jeans.

Kicking off the suddenly confining jeans, Riley watched as Xander divested himself of his baggy khakis. Neither boy seemed to breathe, until Xander's hand moved, seemingly of its own volition, inside the band of Riley's boxers.

Buffy couldn't stand it anymore, slipping silently through the doorway, her hand snaking down the easy access skirt, almost startled to find herself hot and damp. Her fingers curled and sent twinges of pleasure shooting down her legs as Xander slowly broke the kiss and leaned down hesitantly, clearly thinking about how best to proceed.

Take an audibly deep breath, Xander opened his mouth wide, enveloping Riley's shaft in the warm wetness. Riley's eyes fluttered shut, and his hips involuntarily jerked upwards, losing himself in the sensation. Buffy's fingers moved softly, drawing a small moan from her lips. Riley's eyes flew open and he stared in shock at his girlfriend. As Xander's tongue drew small swirls down his length, Riley squirmed and looked torn.

Buffy smiled a small satisfied smile, and perched herself down near Xander. Xander became aware of the situation, eyes wide and jerked away from Riley, mouth open, clearly trying to form words of explanation and just as clearly failing.

Buffy gave him the same small smile, and croaked out "Please don't stop." She barely recognized her own voice. Xander continued his ministrations to Riley, spurred on by his own arousal. Riley reached down, freeing Xander from his boxers, looking to Buffy trying to read her reaction. He was rewarded by the darkening intensity evident in her eyes, coupled with her gasp as her fingers sped up almost unconsciously.

Riley stroked Xander, softly at first and then with a growing sense of urgency as he felt himself plummeting toward climax. Xander spasmed, spilling himself over Riley's hand as Riley lost control in his own orgasm. Buffy was the last to reach that plateau, crying out softly, her eyes widening almost in surprise...

Buffy jerked out of sleep, jumping straight up in her bed. The intensity of her dream climax washed over her as she fought her way out of sleep, the ghostly images of Riley and Xander twined together burned on her eyelids. Buffy muttered quietly to herself, careful not to wake up Willow, sleeping across the room. "Don't know if I want *that* one to be prophetic!"

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