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"Hey, baby," Devon greeted. Walking farther into the room that had become known as Xander's room, he slipped his arms around the younger boy's waist and pressed himself against Xander's back. Devon pressed his lips against Xander's neck.

"Hey," was all Xander muttered in response.

Sighing against his lover's neck, Devon asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Then why are you standing in here, silent?"

Xander shrugged. "I like my goldfish and they don't talk to me so why would I talk to them?" As he felt Devon's hold tighten, Xander asked, "Where's Oz?"

"He'll be home soon, baby. What's got you so depressed?" Shaking Xander a little, Devon asked, "Do I have to start singing Dayo and John Jacob Jingleheimer-Schmit to get you to smile?"

Turning around in the embrace, Xander returned the hug. He pressed his cheek against Devon's and sighed. "I just get sad sometimes. You and Oz were gone all day."

"I told you that you could've come with me."

Sighing again, Xander pulled away and moved to the newly purchased bed. "I know," he said as he sat down then scooted back and leaned against the headboard. "But I didn't want to interfere. I mean, you were in a meeting."

"Xand," Devon said, quirking an eyebrow. "It was me and David discussing the Dingoes' Bronze house band status and payment. It wasn't anything secret." Climbing onto the bed, Devon leaned down and kissed Xander's collarbone. "What can I do to make you happy?" Xander shrugged, even as he felt his cock stiffen. "I don't like sad, Xand. Sad is bad," Devon rhymed with a smile.

Xander threaded his fingers through the singer's hair as the older boy attached his mouth to Xander's nipple. Xander had figured out a while ago that wearing too many clothes in the house made Devon and Oz growl, so he'd been half naked all day.

"I'm getting to the point where I don't want to be away from you two," Xander confessed softly. Pulling away, Devon looked up. "And I'm not sure what that means or if it's good."

Cupping Xander's face with his hands and using his slender fingers to massage the skin, Devon whispered Xander's name.

"And I don't want to be with anyone else."

Devon leaned back against the headboard. Stretching out, he pulled Xander to him. With his head on Devon's chest, Xander's eyes fixed on the wall of goldfish. "And I think that I'm not bisexual. I think I'm gay."

"Really?" Devon asked with a raised eyebrow. Xander nodded. "So when you see Buffy in one of her tight, backless shirts and her nipples are hard and pressing against the thin fabric, you don't want to fuck her?"

Xander smiled. "Okay. So I'm a little bisexual, but I'm mostly gay." Looking up at Devon, Xander asked, "Dev, will you always like guys?"

He chuckled quietly as he smiled then wrapped his arms around Xander. "I'll always like you."

"And Oz?"

"And Oz," Devon confirmed.

"Do you think that. . .The three of us. . .How long do you think that we'll be. . ."

Breathing in deeply before speaking, Devon answered, "I want you forever."

Xander pulled away and regarded his lover seriously. "Really?" Devon nodded. "And Oz?"

Devon nodded again. "And Oz, but especially you."

"Why?"

"Because it's different with you and Oz loves Willow and one day they're going to get back together and he'll choose her again over me."

"No he won't."

Devon smiled a little and pulled Xander back to him. "He will." Kissing Xander lightly on the forehead, Devon mumbled, "But he'll always be my friend."

"But if he chooses her over you, he chooses her over us."

"That bothers you?"

"Well, the three of us are. . .I mean, we're good, aren't we?"

Chuckling softly, Devon answered, "I like to think that we're much better than good."

"Then why would Oz choose Willow?"

"He's a complex guy."

"But Willow over both of us?"

"Damn, I thought she was your friend."

Xander looked up. "She is, but she's not right for Oz. We are."

"Baby," Devon sighed. "You got to understand. . ."

"I thought I'd find you two in here," Oz's voice cut Devon off. The two figures on the bed turned their heads to the door. "But I thought I'd find you guys a little more sweaty."

"Just waiting for you," Devon said with a sexy smile.

Moving into the room, Oz pulled off his shirt. "If I ever say that I'm going to help my Aunt Mary with her old people's home again, remind me not to."

"Bad?"

Crawling onto the bed, Oz shook his head. "Sapping. I have no energy to think anymore. Do you know how many games of checkers I had you play? And why is it that old ladies have to pinch my cheeks? I mean, really? What's the attraction? And I won't even mention Gladys and her amazing glowing teeth. It was not a good day."

Devon rolled his eyes and shook his head. "And here I thought you were a selfless humanitarian, Oz."

The guitarist smiled at Devon but then turned to Xander. "How are you? Boring day?" Xander nodded. "What's wrong?"

Shaking his head, Xander whispered, "Nothing." He moved towards Oz on the bed and when he was close enough, he cupped his face. Xander pulled Oz to him and slowly pressed their lips together. At first it was just light brushing, but then it became sucking and nipping. Xander's tongue coaxed Oz's lips apart and with careful slowness, he explored the inside of his mouth. He knew everything there was to know about Oz's mouth, the cracked tooth, the little scar on the inside of Oz's bottom lip, the tiny little lump of flesh that was distended on the cheek. He knew it all, but this time he was savoring.

Finally, Xander pulled back and he just looked at Oz as the older boy had trouble opening his eyes. "That was a great kiss, Xander," Oz said slowly.

Speaking softly, Xander said, "I've got more like that." He looked down when he saw Devon's hands move around his waist and begin to undo the fly of his pants. A hand crept inside and gently massaged his hardening penis. Leaning back against Devon, Xander raised his hips as Oz tugged the pants down his legs.

"Devon? Where's the lube?" Oz asked as he tossed the pants across the room.

"Over in the corner where you threw it last night."

"I didn't throw it; it slipped." Reluctantly leaving, Oz slid off the bed and found the bottle of liquid lube. Within a few seconds, he was back, between Xander's legs, now naked himself.

Xander sat up, kissing Oz and allowing Devon to undress. When Devon was naked, he pulled Xander back down, so that his back was pressing against the singer's hard nipples. Kissing and sucking on Xander's neck and ear, Devon wrapped one arm around Xander's chest, stroking his nipple. His other hand wrapped around his own cock, not stroking, just holding. He could see Oz lubing up Xander's cock and he could hear Xander's breathing speed up.

Tossing the lube away, Oz carefully straddled Xander, then sank down until Xander's erection was buried within him. The guitarist's eyes closed and he felt Xander's hands grasp his hips. Together, they began moving.

Devon, continuing to suck on Xander's neck, moved his hand from Xander's back and grabbed the bottle Oz had just tossed. Letting go of his cock, Devon poured a generous amount into the palm of his hand. When he was through, he threw the bottle on the floor. He moved his hand back to his erection and greased it, enjoying the feeling.

He started stroking himself as best he could without disturbing Xander. Disengaging his mouth from Xander's neck, Devon switched sides, this time nipping at Xander's bony shoulder. His fingers moved to the younger man's nipples again and Devon heard a low moan.

Oz's eyes were closed as he continued to rock on top of Xander. "Xander," he whispered as he felt one of Xander's hands move from his hip to his cock.

The three moved together and even breathed in unison. From just his little groan, Devon could tell that Oz was ready to come. Pulling away from Xander's neck, Devon watched as Oz's muscles tensed, even as his face relaxed. Suddenly, warm come was hitting his hand as his fingers stroked Xander's nipple.

Oz recovered, finally opening his eyes. He continued to move on Oz, but now he was concentrating more on making Xander come. He leaned down and pulled Xander's bottom lip into his mouth as he rhythmically squeezed Xander's cock. "Oh," Xander sighed right before he came, his brow creasing and his mouth hanging open.

Devon held Xander tighter against him as the younger boy came. Nuzzling his face into Xander's neck, he smiled when he heard Oz whisper "Damn, you're beautiful." When Devon looked up, he saw Oz cupping Xander's cheeks and smiling.

Oz moved off of Xander and when Xander finally recovered, he turned around. His legs were bent and on either side of Devon's hips. His hand moved down and stilled Devon's hand, then took over, pumping him. Devon stared into Xander's deep eyes and smiled. He wanted Xander forever.

Bucking into Xander's hand, Devon grunted. "Damn, baby." He was coming before he knew it, his emission shooting on to Xander's arm and his inner thighs.

Xander moved back and to the side. Devon slipped farther down on the bed and he soon found himself flanked by Xander and Oz, each with their heads on one of his shoulders. He definitely lived a good life. The trio just laid there for a while, no one talking, no one moving.

But finally, Oz lifted his head and looked at Xander. "Hey. Can I have another one of those kisses?"

Devon watched as Xander lifted his head and moved towards Oz, their lips connecting.

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