Title: Complex Things
Author: Nicollette Marquis McFadgen
Disclaimer: Joss owns and I don't.
Rating: NC-17, sex is afoot.
Notes: Part of the Tied Up Fate Series which can be found here: http://www.geocities.ws/Area51/Cavern/8955/dox.html
Feedback: Only if you liked it and want to.
Dedication: Happy Birthday, Magpie, writer of wonderful Devon stories (and they're 'Devon gets naked' stories at that!).
Randomly: Strange things are afoot at the Circle K.

*****

"You're WHAT?" Buffy said as she nearly choked on her french fry.

Trying to keep being brave, Xander repeated, "I'm gay, or mostly gay."

"Mostly?"

"I still like girls, I guess."

Buffy blinked, not really able to move past the gay part. "So you have sex with guys? Guys like Devon and Oz?"

Nodding, Xander said, "Yeah, but don't tell Willow, at least not about the Oz part."

"Were you. . .when they were. . .?"

"No. They were broken up before anything happened."

"You have sex with Devon and Oz?" Xander nodded again, taking a sip of his chocolate milk shake. "With Devon?"

"A lot with Devon."

"And. . .you, like it?" Buffy's eyes kept blinking as her friend's confession sunk in.

"No, I fuck them 'cause I hate it. They're really horrible in bed and afterwards, they make me do all the chores and sleep in the garage. Of course, I like it, Buffy."

"But. . .you're a guy."

Xander nodded. "Good, Buffy."

"And you like guys."

"See what a high school diploma has done for you, Buff?"

Xander's sarcasm was lost on the Slayer. "I can't believe you have sex with Oz and Devon. Do you give the rest of the band blowjobs after gigs?"

Xander sighed. "I shouldn't have told you."

Tilting her head, Buffy reached out and placed her hand over Xander's. "No, I'm sorry, that came out as bitchy and I was trying to be funny and well, I'm not you, so it didn't quite work." Slowly withdrawing her hand, Buffy began eating her fries again. Then she stopped. "So why Devon and Oz? Why not Devon or Oz?" Xander shrugged. "Do you guys, um, like all do it at the same time?"

"Not all the time, but yes."

Her brow furrowed. "So, and don't take the question the wrong way, I'm just curious and if it's none of my business, just say so, 'cause I'm sure it's not, but, um, what is your part in it?"

"My part?"

Smiling nervously, Buffy chewed on her lower lip. "Yeah, like do you, um, you know, ah, are you. . ."

"Do I fuck or get fucked?"

"God, crude much?"

"That's what you're asking, right?"

"Well, yeah," Buffy answered as she looked down at her plate then back up at her friend.

"Both, actually. So does Oz, but Devon only does it one way."

"That's a little rude, isn't it?"

Xander shook his head. "He's got issues."

"So is this just a sex thing or is there more?"

Finishing off his shake, Xander replied, "More."

Buffy's eyes widened. "You mean, you. . ."

"Yes. Why is it shocking that homosexual relationships are about more than just 'deviant' sex?" Xander asked, even throwing in finger quote marks.

Buffy shrugged. "I don't know, I guess, I mean, it's just weird, Xander. I've just never thought of you that way."

"Will you not tell Willow?"

Nodding, Buffy promised. "I won't. I mean, it's not my thing to tell and I think she'd think I was on Slayer crack or something."

"I haven't seen her in a while; is she still really jonesing for Oz?"

Sighing and rolling her eyes, Buffy replied, "Yes, in a big, hardcore, 'I want him, I want him, I want him' kind of way."

"Oh."

"Worried?"

"Huh?"

"Willow's competition now."

**

Trailing kisses up Devon's abdomen, Oz sighed against the singer's flesh. "Where'd Xander go again?" he asked when his mouth made it to Devon's left nipple.

"Out with Buffy. Friendship bonding thing, I guess."

"It's weird."

"What's weird?" Devon questioned as he arched up, trying to get Oz's mouth to commit to sucking on his nipple.

"Him not being here. Just you and me. It's. . .odd."

"Odd good, or odd bad?"

"Just odd." Fingering Devon's right nipple, Oz flicked his tongue out against the left. "It's like. . ."

"Dear God, Oz, shut up and pay attention to my body, already."

Oz looked up. "I thought I was."

"Not enough, I mean, look at me. I'm hard, my nipples are so erect they hurt and I've got goosebumps. Now, stop teasing and start making me come." Oz just blinked at him, unimpressed by the singer's little speech. "Please?" Devon added.

Finally, Oz smiled and moved up until his mouth met Devon's. He laid on Devon completely, his hips thrusting down gently to meet the thrusts of the singer's hips. When the passion built to a feverish pitch, Oz lifted his head and panted, "Dev, we have to. . ."

Devon flipped them over, nestling himself between Oz's legs, which almost naturally moved to encompass his waist. His hand shot out and Devon grabbed the bottle of lube that was resting on the pillow. Without moving away from Oz, he popped the top with one hand and then poured some of the liquid on Oz's stomach. Recapping the bottle, he threw it away, then swiped his hand across the guitarist's rippling stomach. He brought his hand down to his erection and quickly made himself slick.

His hand moved to spread Oz open for him and soon, the head of his cock was pushing past the tight ring of muscles. Devon let out a heavy breath as he buried himself within Oz. The guitarist pressed his head back into the pillow, his eyes closing and a soft sigh escaping his lips.

Building a rhythm he knew they both liked, Devon felt the sweat begin to bead up. He could see the light perspiration on Oz's face. Leaning down, his lips brushed against Oz's momentarily before he rested his head against the other boy's. He could feel Oz's breath against his chin.

Pressing his lips to Oz's cheek, Devon trailed his kisses down to Oz's ear. "This reminds me of before," he breathed in the smaller man's ear.

Trying to concentrate on thinking and speaking, Oz stumbled, "B-before?"

"Before. . ." Devon was going to say 'before Willow', but he thought better of it. If Oz didn't mention her, he certainly wouldn't. "Never mind." He drove any thought from Oz's mind with speeding up the pace of this thrusting hips.

"Oh, God, Devon." Oz was clutching onto the singer so tightly now. His muscles tensed as he felt his balls tighten. The pressure of his cock sandwiched between his stomach and Devon's stomach became too much and Oz came, stifling his moan by pressing his mouth against Devon's bony shoulder.

Satisfied that he'd led his lover to a good orgasm, Devon closed his eyes and allowed himself to quicken the pace even more, driving himself towards his own climax.

**

"Dev, you're high."

"Am not, you're just delusional," Devon countered.

"Devon, in no way shape for form could ANY Pokemon kick the Thunder Cats' asses."

"Oz, do you even know what you're talking about, dude? Have you even WATCHED Pokemon?"

"Devon, just face it, you said something stupid and now you're just going to have to deal."

"It wasn't stupid." Devon paused. "Okay, it was stupid, but not because I said that Geodude could kick that Cat's ass, but because we're in our twenties and still arguing over cartoons."

"Better than arguing who would win in a deathmatch between Mohammed and Buddha."

"Mohammed."

"You ALWAYS say that when it's clear that Buddha. . ."

"Do they always talk about crap like that?" Buffy asked in a whisper, not wanting to reveal that she and Xander were eavesdropping.

Xander nodded. "Last week, Devon wondered out loud who would win in a fight between Braveheart and Cujo."

"You're kidding?"

Shaking his head, Xander replied, "Sadly, I'm am not. And then they had this two hour debate on who'd win. And if Oz says one thing, Devon says the opposite just to say it and vice versa, so of course, Oz said Braveheart and Dev said Cujo and it was just. . .well, really cute, actually."

Giggling a little, Buffy asked, "So are we going to just stand here behind this wall all day or are we going to go into the kitchen and tell them that we're here?"

Rolling his eyes and sighing, Xander mocked annoyance. "Whatever you want, Buffy. If that's what you REALLY want to do, we can go in, 'cause I don't even really want to see them."

"Right. That's why you've got the goofy grin."

"What goofy grin?"

"That one. You know, the one you have on right now that just screams, 'I'm in love with those two'. .."

Xander stopped her. Looking at her seriously, he asked, "Who said love?"

Buffy blanched. "Um, I did, I guess, but it's been written all over your face all day." Noticing her friend's look, Buffy said, "Hey, Xander, it's okay, you know? I mean, that you love them. . ."

"I'm okay. . .with how I feel."

"But you don't know about how they feel?"

Sighing, Xander nodded. "Well, I know how Devon feels, sort of, but with Oz, I don't know. Devon said something the other day about one day Oz'll go back to Willow and I can't help but be. .."

"Jealous."

"I'm a bad friend, aren't I?"

"No, but I do think that something's going to have to give. Oz is going to have to talk to her and then make up his mind about what he wants to do."

Quirking his eyebrow and giving her a small smile, Xander took her hand. "You know, you're being very cool about this whole thing."

She laughed, "Why wouldn't I be? I mean, I'm a vampire slayer. I kill vampires, marvel at that. There are hellbeasts in the world, Xand. Three gay, or mostly gay, or is it bi guys? Whatever. You and what you choose to do don't phase me." Giving her friend a smile, she said, "And besides, my mother hangs out with lots of gay guys. Well, not lots, but a few." Sighing, she said, "Fine, Raymond at the gallery is gay."

"And now, 'cause of me, you are an expert on the subject."

"Devon, you're on crack!" Oz's voice broke through their conversation. "No way the Pink Ranger could beat up Wonder Woman. Wonder Woman was the shit and the Pink Ranger was just that girl on Felicity. Get your head straight."

Tugging on Buffy's hand, Xander rounded the corner and pulled her into the kitchen. "Hey," he greeted. Devon and Oz looked up, then jerked away from each other when they saw Buffy. Before Xander and Buffy had entered, Oz and Devon were sitting a little too close to each other, eating their cereal. "Oh, it's okay," Xander said. "Buffy knows."

"What?" Devon asked. "Knows what?"

"About us." Devon and Oz just looked at him. "Well," he started to defend. "I know her secret and now she knows mine."

"Don't you think you should have discussed this with. . ."

"She's not going to tell Willow, Oz," Xander said sadly. "I was just really happy at my 'I'm mostly gay' revelation that I wanted to tell someone who didn't already know."

"And she's cool with it?" Devon asked.

"She is," Buffy answered. "She is also in the room."

Oz smiled at her annoyed voice. "Hi, Buffy."

Smiling, Buffy returned his greeting then turned back to Devon with a raise eyebrow. "What?" he asked. "Ow," he said directly after Oz swapped his arm. Rubbing his bicep, Devon said, "Okay, okay. Hi, Buffy."

Her smile widened. "Hello, Devon."

"Buffy just came over to hang out for a bit, is that okay?"

Devon turned to Xander and shook his head. "You're not allowed to have other friends," he said in a deadpan voice. At Xander's creased brow, Devon added, "By the way, I'm kidding."

**

"Oz?" Xander said quietly as he descended the stairs that led to the basement. He received no response, but when he reached the bottom, he saw Oz sitting cross legged on the floor, his guitar in his hands. "Oz?" The older boy finally looked up as Xander neared him. "Why you down here alone?" Xander asked as he sat down across from Oz.

Shrugging, the guitarist replied, "It's quiet down here."

"Are you mad at me?" Blinking, Oz shook his head. "For telling Buffy?"

Oz sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. "Xander," he started.

"I was just. . .happy because I finally feel like I've figured things out and. . ."

"I'm not mad."

"But you're worried she's going to tell Willow," Xander said, desperately trying to keep the overwhelming sadness he felt out of his voice. Still, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you going to get back together with her?" He bit his lip at the quiet desperation in his own voice.

Setting his guitar to the side, Oz kept his face blank. "These are confusing times, Xand. Things are complicated."

"What does that mean?"

Oz couldn't help but let a smile drift onto his face. "Complicated is when things aren't simple."

Xander didn't laugh. "I meant in relation to my question, but I get it, Stupid Xander." He stood up and turned away, mumbling, "I'm going up to hang with Devon."

Sighing heavily, Oz grabbed Xander's ankle and did his best to keep him in place. When Xander turned around and looked down at him, Oz said, "I wasn't making fun of you."

"Yes you were."

Sighing again, Oz conceded, "Okay, but I didn't mean to. And I didn't think you'd take it like that."

"What? I'm supposed to be the butt of everybody's joke for the rest of my life?"

"No. This is not going how it should," Oz breathed out.

"Fine, I'll just go away and you can go back to. .."

"Xander, shut up." The younger boy blinked at the un-Ozlike order. "I don't want you to go away. In fact, I'm trying to think of a way to make you stay, but I'm not doing so well." Oz watched the emotions play on Xander's face and Oz couldn't help but feel happy when Xander chose to sit back down again. Moving to his knees, Oz moved in close. "I'm sorry," he whispered against Xander's lips, right before kissing him.

After thoroughly exploring Xander's mouth with his tongue, Oz lowered his head so that he was sucking on Xander's neck. His hands moved down to Xander's waist, then up, under the loose T-shirt that Xander was unfortunately wearing. Oz growled softly before moving his head back so that he could remove the offending shirt. "Better," he said as he threw the article of clothing at the stairs.

Xander was breathing hard and his nipples hardened when Oz's hands lightly brushed over them. He allowed Oz to lay him back until his back hit the old, worn carpet. Closing his eyes, Xander just let the sensations wash over him. Oz's mouth, Oz's hands, Oz's heat and Oz's essence encompassed him. His mind swirling with thoughts, Xander was only vaguely aware that his jeans were being tugged down.

Goldfish. He had to think about his goldfish or else this whole thing would be over with before it ever truly began. Xander's mind rebelled. Instead of thinking about his calming goldfish, swimming around in that great big tank, Xander thought about how hot he was, how hot Oz was making him, how hot Oz always made him.

Xander gasped and arched up off the floor when Oz's mouth sucked in the head of his cock. Truth be told, he hadn't even known he was hard yet. But now that his attention was drawn to his groin, Xander realized just how hard he really was.

Oz labored diligently, running his lips up and down the shaft of Xander's cock. When Xander's fingers threaded through his hair, Oz moved his hands up to fondle Xander's sensitive sac. Xander pulled in a deep breath then choked out, "Damn."

Pulling his head up, Oz smiled when he saw the pleasure on Xander's face. "Think about your goldfish, Xand." A small whimper escaped Xander's lips and Oz took that moment engulf the Xander's erection. He relaxed his throat and took Xander all the way in.

Hands tightened in his hair and Oz pulled back, now just sucking on the head as Xander came. Swallowing again and again, Oz kept his mouth on Xander, drawing out the orgasm.

Xander's hands fell away from Oz's head and the older boy looked up. Xander laid peacefully with his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling quickly. Quietly, Oz crawled up his body and laid his head down on Xander's shoulder. "You okay?" he whispered.

"Tired."

"Want to go up to bed?"

Languidly, Xander rolled his head from side to side, indicating no. "Here's good."

His breathing hollowed out Oz could tell that the boy was sleeping. Sitting up and running a hand down Xander's relaxed face, Oz went back to thinking. That was why he went down to the basement in the first place. This was were he thought about things. Complex things.

~end~