This follows Prophetic and Possibilities. You should have read them, to really get this, although smut can always stand alone.

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Buffy was nervous, and her activity level showed it. Since her mother was out of town for the next two weeks on a buying trip to Boston, she'd decided to stage her dream reenactment in her house, rather than in a sterile, antiseptic motel room that would have made the whole situation more awkward. However, looking around her room, she couldn't picture having *sex*, let alone hot, steamy, threesome sex on her fluffy white bed.

Moving to the guest room, after quickly eliminating her mom's room, Buffy examined the vaguely masculine navy coverlet and the fairly generic furnishings, and sighed. She carefully placed a bottle of water, a box of tissues, a box of condoms and a tub of vaseline on the nightstand. It would have to do, and Buffy realized that she was really obsessing about the room and the small set of items on the table because she was so anxious about the whole plan. For about the twentieth time, she debated just calling off the whole thing, and riding out the dreams, only to be interrupted by a large yawn which quickly convinced her to proceed.

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Waiting on the couch, with the television on mute, Buffy felt like she'd jump out of her skin if Xander and Riley didn't show up soon. She began to feel something, a tingling sort of warmth, underlying the jangling nerves that were foremost in her mind. When the doorbell finally rang, Buffy moved to the door, surprised that it was Xander, and not Riley who was the first arrival.

Xander strode in, clearly agitated and more than a little furtive. Buffy smiled at him,"Xander. You know how much this means to me, right?" Xander nodded, calming down a little as Buffy hugged him, taking the chance to absorb some of his warmth. He folded Buffy in his arms, dropping a kiss on the top of her head. "Buff, you know there's not another girl in the world that I'd be in the situation for. Well, actually I'd be in this situation for Willow, but let's face it, she's not really likely to require..."

Buffy shushed Xander's babble with a careful finger placed over his lips. As Xander stood in the middle of Buffy's living room, holding the girl who had starred in a thousand of his fantasies, with her trusting eyes looking up to him, he gave into an urge. He leaned down, carefully kissing her, soft and tender, with only a hint of the fire and passion which awaited them. The kiss lasted only a moment, but when Xander released her, he squared his shoulders.

"Okay. Now I'm ready." Buffy looked at him questioningly. Shrugging, Xander stroked her hair away from her face with a trembling finger. "Buff, you know I've loved you, in some way, for the past four years. If I'm gonna do this crazy thing, I want one special memory thats just the two of us, to remember." Buffy hugged Xander again, moving away as the doorbell rang a second time. She heard Xander's audible gulp as she moved to let Riley in.

Riley made his way into the house, visibly nervous. When he saw Xander, his eyes widened imperceptibly and Buffy propelled him into the living room. Buffy watched, bemused, as the two guys shook hands, nodding at each other. "Only guys would *shake hands* in a situation like this." Buffy laughed and Xander and Riley looked at each other, startled, before joining her in the tension breaking laughter.

Buffy bustled around, urging Riley and Xander to sit, collecting the wine that she'd swiped from her mother's special stash and generally playing hostess. When she saw Xander and Riley each down a glass of wine while staring silently each other, then calmly and still silently chug down a second glass, Buffy realized that her plans for icebreaking with wine and coversation were going to go nowhere.

Buffy rose to her feet, making Xander and Riley jerk in unison. "Okay guys. This can't help but be awkward. Lets just go upstairs and try to get past the weirdness." Motioning in front of her, Buffy gestured for Xander and Riley to go upstairs. Taking a deep breath, Buffy followed them.

Riley and Xander stopped at the doorway of the guest bedroom, looking at the bed, at the walls, anywhere that wasn't at each other. If Buffy hadn't been so frustrated, she'd have laughed at their panic stricken expressions. Realizing that she was going to have to be the one to make the situation more comfortable, Buffy calmly stepped out of her leggings and stood in front of the two boys in her bare feet and a loose tank top. Stepping backwards, she beckoned them to follow her to the bed. Looking deep into each of their eyes in turn, Buffy smiled and ran one hand down each of their faces. "I love you guys so much."

Buffy leaned in and began kissing the frighteningly tense Riley, while gathering Xander close to her side with her free hand. Xander closed his eyes and allowed his hands to explore Buffy's arms. He moved almost tentatively to her unbound breasts.

As Xander's hand slowly brushed her nipple, Buffy sighed into Riley's mouth. Feeling Riley tense at another boy's hands on his girlfriend's body, Buffy looked deep into his eyes and ran her hands under his shirt, stroking some of the tension out of his taut body. Still, in the back of Buffy's mind, something was not quite right.

Buffy broke away and watched the two men tentatively circle one another. She could see how hard it was for them to simply look at each other and it forced inklings of reconsideration in her brain. But Buffy knew that she couldn't back down. She needed this. Not to mention the fact that the thought of them, together...

Buffy focused again. She watched Riley as he began unbuttoning his oxford and Xander untucked his t-shirt. Their movements were quick and shaky and it wasn't at all what she had envisioned.

"Wait," She said softly and took both of their hands. "Xander, will you please remove Riley's shirt?" She placed Xander's hand at Riley's midsection. She then kissed Riley's palm, slowly, wetly, before retreating to the Queen Anne chair in the corner, which she faced towards the bed. She sat down, noting how the soft velour of the material tickled her rear and she squirmed just a little. Buffy then cleared her throat as her attention focused fully once more on the boys.

Xander's hands fumbled with the buttons of Riley's shirt but he managed to unhook them all and then quickly pushed it over the other man's shoulders. He looked at Buffy for approval but was reproached slightly when she said, "Slowly, please."

Riley saw Buffy begin to rise, when he put his hand out, motioning for her to stop. One way or another, this was getting done - for Buffy. He turned to Xander and taking a deep breath, placed his hands on the boy's face. He gently pulled his face toward him, forcing their eyes to meet. "I'll lead." He whispered. "It will be fine." He waited for a moment until Xander nodded. Then Riley took a deep breath, calming any fears he had himself and set his hands to work.

Riley's fingers curled into the hem of Xander's t-shirt and he pulled it slowly over the boys head. He heaved it to the floor at Buffy's feet and smiled gently at his naked girlfriend. His returned his attention to Xander and allowed his hands to glide over his surprisingly muscular frame, down over his pecs, past his abdomen to his waist.

His slid his fore and middle fingers into the waistband of the boy's jeans and let them slide around to the front, to the button, which he deftly undid before pulling the zipper down. His hand then slid inside and met with his hard cock. What surprised him more than Xander being hard, was his own growing arousal.

Riley turned to Buffy once more as he eased Xander's jeans down his hips. "Why don't you help me?" His voice was husky, and he found himself slowly bowing to one knee, then two. He barely heard Buffy's very broken voice when she said, "I want to watch."

Riley pulled Xander's jeans the rest of the way down and followed them with the boy's green and white striped boxer shorts. Still on his knees, with Xander's dick inches from his face, Riley made the decision to take it all the way. He took the boy's dick in his hand, pumped it's hardness once and then twice before bringing it to his lips. Riley's tongue darted from his mouth and circled the head before he pulled Xander's cock totally into his mouth.

Riley heard Xander's groans, mixed with small little female sighs. For several long minutes, Xander's groans, the sound of his own sucking, and soft female sighs were the only sounds heard in the room. Riley listened to Buffy's soft sighs eventually lead to deeper breathing and then to moaning.

Then he felt Xander's hands, big male hands on his shoulders. And he heard wet sounds coming from Buffy's way. Riley felt himself getting harder, finally easing up and finally stopping, much to Xander's chagrin. He stood and pulled Xander close to him and kissed him hard on the mouth, parting the boy's lips with his tongue and then tasting him. Riley tasted the maleness of him mixed with something a little less subtle. Something fruity.

In the midst of that kiss, Riley realized where he wanted to go next. He realized that he was exploring that place, deep in the heterosexual male mind where the fantasy of being with another man lay dormant. It was a place that most heterosexual men denied existed. And Riley had been one of them... until now.

He took Xander's hand and led him to the bed. He could see his fear mixed with his arousal and he silently asked him, entreated him, begged him for it to be okay. And before he caught the agreement, he followed Xander's gaze to Buffy, naked and still watching them, completely rapt in her own self pleasuring.

Riley felt Xander's hands on him. He felt fumbling fingers undo the button of his jean, then the zipper. Riley helped the process by kicking the jeans down and then off. He scanned the room for a moment. He didn't quite know what he was looking for but knew once he laid his eyes upon it, he'd know.

He looked around the room, his eyes returning to Buffy several times before his gaze finally fell upon it. A tub of Vaseline sitting on the nightstand next to a condom. Riley had to smile wondering if Buffy had put it here and it she had, wondered why the hell she'd chosen vaseline. He forced rational thoughts from his mind and focused completely on Xander.

Riley eased the boy down, Riley's mouth meeting Xander's. Their warm skin meshed slightly and Riley felt the tingle again. It was the oddest sensation, male skin against his own. The heavy breathing and heaving of the male chest, contoured so much differently than a female's with smoother lines, yet rougher skin. He reached over Xander's shoulder to the nightstand and pulled the vaseline and condom to the bed.

He eyed his partner one more time, the silent question lingering again. Another nod and Riley smiled. Riley kissed Xander's mouth again, before moving back into a kneeling position, and with his hands on his hips, guiding Xander onto his stomach.

Riley felt nervous for a moment; a combination of anxious and nervous and completely excited. He slid his palm over Xander's rounded cheeks and with both hands pulled Xander to his hands and knees in front of him. He swallowed heavily and slid a hand along the cleft of his ass before moving to the vaseline. He opened the container and dragged his finger inside the jelly before he set it down. He then planted several small kisses at the base of the boy's back before parting his cheeks with both hands.

Riley fingered the hole tenderly, applying gently pressure to loosen the opening. He moved his finger in circles, loosening him, almost in layers. Riley pulled his finger away and then dragged two fingers through the jelly. He returned them to the opening and continued to massage inward. He pushed further inside the small hole and felt Xander tighten underneath him. Riley backed off, applied more jelly. "Relax." Riley whispered. "Please relax. Tighten later, after I'm inside."

He returned his fingers to the opening and moved forward again, working them inside, loosening more until he could more easily slide a third finger in. Riley pulled his fingers out and picked up the small foil packet. He opened it and pulled the latex out, pulling it on quickly and applying a thick layer of vaseline to it. Riley then returned his fingers to Xander's slightly more yielding hole. He worked it again, with a quicker, harder motion before withdrawing.

Riley leaned in close and set his dry hand on Xander's shoulder. "Okay?" "Yeah, go now, please."

Riley's pulled Xander close again and guided himself to the boy's hole, moving slowly, allowing the slickness of the jelly to pad his entrance. He didn't want to hurt Xander too much. He didn't want to rip him up. Riley pushed in a little, felt Xander pull away and he waited until the boy eased himself back again and he felt himself slide further in. He pulled out a little again.

There was loosening then more loosening. Then he slid in again, this time to almost to the base and the tightness gripped him and he stopped himself, held himself off as he gripped Xander's hips. "Oh my God," he gasped. "Oh my fucking God."

Riley counted to ten and then began moving, thrusting slowly feeling Xander's tightness well up around him, over and over with each careful push. But then... then he felt it. Xander pushing back, forcing him deeper. Riley groaned loudly and felt Xander moving faster, harder against him. He could hear their skin smacking together and he could feel Xander's hole swelling around him, tightening.

Then there it was, the buildup, the painful build up until he released and came in several long and fluid spurts. Riley called out loudly. To God, to Buffy, and finally to the boy before him before he fell silent, spent, shocked, and frightenly satisfied. Slipping out, Riley collapsed onto the bed, incapable of any more action.

Xander lay there, so aroused that he could almost climax without any more stimulation, yet the loss of the fullness of Riley inside of him left him aching. Buffy, having watched the whole wrenchingly arousing scene, dragged herself up off the chair on suddenly weak legs, pushing Xander onto his back and impaling herself on his aching length. She had been touching herself, sometimes softly, sometimes frantically, the whole time, reaching climax after climax, yet she somehow needed this final peak to seal the erotic pact she, Xander and Riley had been creating. It only took a moment before she and Xander were howling out their completion, joining Riley at the limit of satiety.

Looking at the two guys panting, sweaty and naked on either side of her, Buffy smiled. "I love you guys, you know", she reiterated. Riley and Xander looked at each other, sharing a reluctant smile and snuggling up to Buffy as they all drifted off into the sleep of sensual exhaustion.

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