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Just out of the shower, Xander rubbed the towel against his hair as he walked naked through the hallway. Opening the door to the room he shared with Oz and Devon, Xander stepped through, then stopped. He was stopped by the image of Devon and Oz, sitting on the bed, backs against the headboard. Devon held one of Oz's hands with one of his own while he traced the lines of Oz's palm with the tip of his finger.

Again, Xander felt like he'd interrupted. Ever since he told Devon that Oz chose him over Willow, they'd been closer than Xander had ever seen them. He was debating on whether or not to back out of the room to give the other two privacy when Devon looked up. "Damn, you're hot, Xand."

Xander smiled slightly and tossed towel towards the wall, not really caring where it landed. Moving to the bed, Xander sat down on the edge and just looked at his two lovers as they looked back at him. "So. . ."

Oz's eye grazed over Xander's body. "Devon's right. You're hot." Xander blushed a little and looked down. "Stand back up." Xander looked up at the order. "Please?" Oz asked with a smile. Xander stood back up as requested and then shifted so his weight was on one leg, one hip higher than the other. "There. Don't move unless I say."

"Are we playing that dumb game from kindergarten? 'Cause I was always out by like the second move."

"Shhhhh," Devon said, putting a finger over his mouth. "You're ruining the mood."

Sighing, Xander rolled his eyes and waited. "Turn your head to the side," Oz said and watched as Xander turned his head to the left. "Too far, back a little. There, yeah, right there." Standing up, Oz moved closer to Xander, his hands moving lightly over the younger boy's stomach. "Stop moving."

"Stop tickling me," Xander countered.

Removing his hands from Xander's sensitive flesh, Oz just looked at him for a moment. Taking a hold of Xander's right arm, he moved it out a little, curling the fingers and just barely letting the tips touch his thigh. "Hold there."

"I'm not having fun."

"Shhhhhh!" Devon reminded, his eyes intent on Xander. Xander tried to glare at the lead singer but ended up just sighing once more.

"Okay," Oz said as he bent Xander's left arm at the elbow until his Xander's hand was at shoulder height. "Perfect. Stay like that, Xand." Oz took his place next to Devon and the two just looked at Xander in awe.

"Michelangelo has nothing on you, Oz," Devon commented, his eyes not leaving Xander's body.

"Xander, you're David."

"No, I'm pretty sure I'm still Xander."

Oz chuckled. "No, Michelangelo's sculpture of David, dude, you're him."

"Only with a much larger dick," Devon added with a smile.

Xander moved from his given position, much to the disappointment of the other two. Sitting back down on the bed, Xander reclined until his head lay on Oz's thigh. "Isn't that sculpture of like the ideal guy?"

"Something like that."

"Wow. I'm. . . Well, never mind," Xander said, a little overwhelmed by the whole experience. He wasn't used to people thinking that he was the ideal guy. In fact, he was used to the opposite.

Oz sighed. "I have to go," he said as he carefully placed Xander's head on Devon's thigh.

Xander furrowed his brow. "Why?"

"Moon. Wolf. Cage."

"Oh. Do you want me to watch you tonight?"

"Nah, Giles has duty and he promised that Willow wouldn't show, so all's good."

"Oh," Xander said again as he watched Oz lean into Devon and kiss him. For about the billionth time, Xander felt like he was intruding and that he should leave, but before he could get up, Oz ended the kiss with Devon and then leaned down, pressing his lips against Xander's. When he pulled back, Oz smiled down at him then got off the bed. "Be good."

When Oz had left, Xander felt Devon's fingers thread through his still damp hair. Shifting so that he could see Devon better, Xander saw that the other boy's eyes were closed, his head resting against the headboard. "So," Xander started, not really sure what he wanted to say. A small smile crept onto Devon's face as his fingers continue to slip through Xander's hair. His other hand moved down to Xander's chest and just rested there.

"So," Devon whispered.

"You and Oz seem. . .close." Devon's eyes opened and he just looked down at Xander. "Well, I mean, I guess, just that. . ."

"Things are better now," Devon replied simply.

Moving his jaw back and forth, Xander sighed after a moment. "I feel like, maybe I shouldn't be. . .I mean, you and Oz are like. . ."

Devon's eyes widened and he moved Xander a bit, making it clear that the other boy should sit up. When Xander was sitting cross legged facing Devon, the older boy spoke. "What are you talking about? Xander, Oz and I are better, but it doesn't mean that we don't need you or don't want you here with us. We like you," he said softly. Running his hand lightly down Xander's arm, Devon said even more softly, "I like you."

"I guess I just figured that with how you two have been. . ."

"Well, you figured wrong," Devon cut Xander off with a hint of anger in his voice. "I'm not like that, Xander. I wouldn't just use you until Oz and I were back to how we were and then just toss you away. Is that what you think of me?"

"No," Xander answered quickly. "I don't. I just. . .I don't know. I see how you guys look at each other and I feel like I'm in the way. I mean, just now, when you were running your finger over the palm of his hand, I mean, I felt like I was just wrong for being here."

"Xander," Devon said softly. "I know that Oz and I have been. . .overly affectionate with each other but that doesn't change anything with how he feels about you or how I feel about you."

"You're not like that we me though. I mean, Oz is sort of, some of the time, but not you."

Leaning his head back and closing his eyes, Devon sighed heavily. "Dude, I write songs about you." Opening his eyes, Devon looked Xander straight in the eye and said, "I like you so much that I can't. . . When I try to tell you, it's like I can't. And I don't do the little huggy thing with you because I don't know how committed you are to the thing we've got going. I mean, Oz has been here since we were fourteen and yeah, he's had girlfriends and so have I, we've never. . .Well, except Willow, he did the whole commitment thing with her, but do you understand what I'm saying?" Devon asked, using his hands to try to convey his thoughts.

"I want to be here with you guys," Xander said softly. "I mean, I don't have plans not to be, you know? I mean, is that committed enough, 'cause I don't. . ."

When Xander trailed off, Devon began to speak. "You may have already figured this out but I don't let just anyone see my emotions. Just you and Oz and that's my commitment or at least the symbol of my commitment."

Xander looked down at his folded hands. "I don't. . ." Two strong hands cupped his face, tilting his head upwards.

"I didn't mean that you had to prove anything, okay? I just want to know that you are. Committed, that is."

Smiling a little, Xander said, "I am." Letting his hands run over Devon's bare thighs, Xander whispered, "I like you."

Devon's smile widened as he leaned in, letting his lips just barely brush against the younger boy's. "Now that we've chatted. . ."

"On with the sex?"

Laughing, Devon pulled back. "No," he said as if he were shocked that Xander even had that idea. "Well, I mean, not yet." Getting off the bed, he pulled Xander up and off the bed, leading him by the hand out of the room. "I want to show you something. Oz and I got it last night when you were out playing helpful research boy. We were going to show you together, but I want to show you now."

Wondering what it was, Xander nearly bounced in excitement. Devon led him into one of the more fancy rooms in Devon's parent's house and Xander's jaw dropped. "Dude," was all he said. He pulled away from Devon and moved forward. It was like he was being drawn. His hands pressed against the glass and he just watched. "Dude," he said again.

Devon moved up behind him, his hands sliding easily around Xander's waist. Kissing his neck, Devon mumbled, "Thought you'd like 'em."

"Devon," he breathed, his eyes moving around in wonder. "I love them." Finally he turned around in the embrace and faced the singer. "You and Oz bought me goldfish. A whole fucking huge tank of them."

"Little ones and the big ones," Devon added with a smile.

"Dude? Do you think that the big ones will chomp on the little ones?"

"They won't chomp, they don't have teeth, baby," Devon said, his voice low as he kissed his way along Xander's jawline.

"Well, you know what I mean," Xander said, trying not to be swept up by the sensations Devon was creating. "I mean, do you think that the big fishes will get hungry and eat the little fishes?"

"Not if we feed them." His mouth moving down to Xander's throat, Devon began to suck and kiss and nip in earnest. His hands ran up and down Xander's side until they moved inward and cupped Xander's hard cock. Pulling back a bit, Devon asked, "Did the fish make you hard or did I?" Xander just gave him a soft archaic smile.

Within mere micoseconds, Xander's lips were attacking Devon's. His hands clutched the older boy's shoulders as Devon's hands pressed the small of Xander's back until the two males almost merged into one. Feeling Devon's erection pressed up against his own, Xander moaned and slowly moved downward, his mouth leaving a light wet trail behind him.

Devon surged, arching his back and tangling his fingers into Xander's thick hair when he felt his cock enter into a warm, wet mouth. "Fuck, yeah," he whispered, his eyes slipping closed as he gave into the feeling of Xander sucking his cock.

Quickly, too quickly, Devon felt the tightening in his balls. He stepped back, causing his dick to pull out of Xander's mouth with a slight popping sound. Xander looked up with wide eyes and saw Devon, trying to catch his breath. "Wait here."

Xander got to his feet and watched as Devon moved from the room. Then, he turned around to watch as his new fish swam around in the aquarium that took up the entire wall. Xander got so into looking at the fish, he jumped a little when Devon kissed his shoulder.

"You really do love goldfish, don't you?" Not waiting for an answer, Devon tugged on Xander's arm. Devon had striped himself of his boxers and had moved one of his mother's favorite antique chairs into the middle of the room. "Come here, baby," he said as he led Xander back.

Sitting down on the chair, Devon opened a bottle of liquid K-Y and poured a generous amount in one hand. He started to stroke himself, lubing up his erection. "How come you never. . ." Xander started to ask, but then stopped. Devon looked up, urging Xander with his eyes to continue. "Well, Oz and I both, um, give and take, fuck and get fucked, why don't you?"

"I don't like it that way."

"Have you tried it?"

"Xander, let's talk some other time, okay?" Devon asked as he glanced down at his cock. It was hard and ready to go. "Come here."

Xander moved to Devon, turning around and staring at his fish as he straddled Devon's legs, holding his position so that Devon could smear some cool lube onto his puckered hole. One of Devon's hands moved to Xander's hips and it slowly guided Xander down onto Devon's cock, held still by one hand wrapped around the base.

Instead of rising and then settle back down, Xander built a rhythm by rocking forwards and backwards, all while his eyes were glued on the many swimming fish. One of Devon's hands was on Xander's hip, the other one reached around to pinch and tweak one of Xander's nipples. Moaning, Xander wrapped his hand around his own cock, then remembered that there was lube around there somewhere. "Dev? Lube?"

Devon grunted but dragged his hand away from Xander's chest long enough to hand the younger boy the bottle. Squeezing some liquid into his hand, Xander moaned as Devon sped up. Tossing the bottle to the floor, Xander wrapped his hand around his erection and started pumping in time with his rocking and Devon's thrusting.

"Oh, God," Xander stumbled over those simple words. "Look at those goldfish," he said breathlessly. One hard thrust up from Devon and one sharp tug of his own hand and Xander came, his emissions flowing down his hands and dribbling down onto Devon's thighs.

It only took Devon a minute to come after Xander had. With a grunt and a sigh, Devon came, slumping forward, resting his head on Xander's back.

After a moment of just resting, Xander moved off of Devon. He just stood there, looking at his goldfish. "Man, you really do love those fish," Devon said, slightly out of breath.

Turning, Xander smiled. "You do know that this is going to be my favorite room, right?"

Standing up, Devon moved behind Xander, slipping his arms around his waist. "I've already thought about buying a big bed, made to fit three people for in here. My mom wouldn't like it, but hell, she's only here like once a year."

Xander leaned back against Devon. "You bought me goldfish."

~end~