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Summer was ending and it did nothing more than deepen the growing depression within Oz. He'd decided to try to work on his relationship with Willow, which meant severing his relationship with Devon and Xander. Not the whole relationship, but a very crucial aspect of it. Devon saw it as yet more proof that Oz didn't appreciate him or their friendship and Xander took it as a betrayal. Neither of them showed any anger towards Oz, but they didn't disguise their disgust and Xander didn't disguise his hurt. Oz could tell Devon was hurting; he'd known him too long to be fooled by the singer's attempts at covering up his pain. Pain that Oz had caused.

As Oz rolled over on his bed, in his darkened room, he wondered for the fifteenth time that day if it'd be better for everyone if he moved out. Both Devon and Xander said they didn't care if he stayed and Xander even went as far as to say that he wanted Oz to stay, but Oz didn't know if he could take it. He had such guilt over leaving them; such pain over not being apart of them anymore. Most of all, he couldn't stand lying in his bed like he was now and being able to hear them fucking.

He could hear the headboard of the bed banging against the wall as much as he could feel it. Devon was putting some real power behind his thrusts and Oz's bed, which was pressed up against opposite side of the same wall, shook from them. Oz could hear the small, low moans Devon made and even the tiny whimpers he let out when Xander squeezed him just right. Although he couldn't hear it, he knew that they were both breathing heavily and even though he couldn't see it or smell it or feel it, he knew they both glistened from perspiration. He heard Xander's voice and shut his eyes tightly. "Dev. ..a little," Xander paused, probably gasping for breath, "a little har. . oh God, Devon. .."

It was so easy for Oz's mind to picture what was going on in the other room. It was so easy for him to imagine himself there with them; in the mix. His mind created the image of him in the middle. Xander was lying on his back, his legs up while Oz pumped within him. Devon was behind Oz, his hands on his hips and his cock in his ass, grunting and groaning as his orgasm began. Oz could looked down and see Xander pumping away with his cock in his hand. He could see him come too.

But that was just his mind. The reality of the situation was that he was lying alone in bed with his fist wrapped around his dick, masturbating while he listened to his former lovers fuck themselves to orgasm.

**

Devon rolled over, a large satisfied smile on his face. Not only had he had an intense orgasm and given one to his lover, but he knew Oz had heard the entire thing. And that made his climax all the better.

His lazy smile deepened as Xander rolled onto his side and placed his head on Devon's chest. Devon asked, "You good, baby?"

"Mmmm," Xander vocalized with a nod. He pulled up his leg so that his thigh lay across both of Devon's as his arm draped about the other boy's waist. "I claim you in the name of Xander," he mumbled sleepily.

"I like you when you're tired." Running a hand down Xander's back, taking note of the moistness of the cooling skin, Devon continued. "You're really cute and you say cute stuff when you're sleeply."

"People've told me that before," Xander said against Devon's chest.

"Who?"

"My babysitter when I was seven and. . .uh, well, Willow did," he said, saying the name quietly.

Devon didn't tense up like Xander thought he would, but he did let out a sigh. "You okay?" he asked his lover as his arms moved to encompass the body draped over his.

Nodding, the younger boy asked, "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because she's been your friend forever but now. . ."

"But now I have to pretend that nothing's wrong when I'm around her. I'm getting used to it. Besides, college is starting for them, so they'll stop asking me to go do stuff soon."

"What does Buffy think about all this?"

Xander shrugged. "She's in the middle, you know? She's happy because Willow has Oz and is happy and she's sad because I don't have Oz and I'm sad. It's got to be hard."

Devon sighed again, then asked what he's wanted to ask for about a week. "When you guys went out, you and Buffy and Oz and. ..her, what were they like together?"

"I don't know," Xander answered quietly. "Not as cuddly and cute as they once were, but that's to be expected, right? I mean they'll be back to that nauseating level of cuteness soon."

"Are you really okay with this, Xand?" the singer asked, tilting his head down and nudging Xander until he looked up at him.

Xander just blinked for a moment. Then, emotion became clear in his eyes as he asked, "Are you?"

Devon's eyes closed. "It's hard seeing him and trying to remember that he's not mine anymore. You'd think it'd be easier this time around; you'd think I'd already be used to. . ."

"Oz and I ate breakfast yesterday. He had Frosted Mini Wheats and I had Fruit Loops. We barely looked at each other and when we did talk, it was short, like 'How's it going?' and 'Good. You?' I hated it." Devon moved from under Xander, causing the younger boy to roll onto his back and look down at his body while Devon kneeled at his feet, one hand resting on Xander's foot, his fingers gently running back and forth over the skin. "What?" Xander asked, his eyes locked with Devon's.

"Nothing," Devon replied with the softest smile he'd ever given Xander. "I just looking at you." Moving up again, Devon's hand moved to Xander's groin, the fingers wrapping around the base of his cock and sliding upwards to the tip. It only took two strokes until Xander's cock reacted by hardening again. The singer was now moving between Xander's spread legs, one hand on Xander's cock and one hand on his own. The hand on his own cock was merely gripping it while he bent down, taking the head of Xander's cock into his mouth.

Xander's hips bucked up as his breathing began to quicken again.

**

At the renewed moans, Oz flipped onto his belly, pulling the pillow over his head and holding it tightly in place. After the most unfulfilling come, Oz had entertained hopes of getting to sleep. He heard the soft murmurs of Devon and Xander's conversation, but he couldn't distinguish anything out of it.

But now, it seemed like the two were going for round three of the evening, although thankfully, this time the headboard wasn't slamming against the wall. And since he could only hear Xander's moans, Oz concluded that Devon's mouth was full of Xander's dick and that led to thoughts and mental images which caused Oz's cock to stir.

He ignored it though, trying to forget that it was pressed ever so snugly down into the mattress.

**

Passing Oz in the hallway the next morning, Devon smiled his fake smile he used for all the groupies. "Morning, Oz."

"Hey, Dev," Oz returned, not even faking good cheer.

"Sleep well?" Devon asked, the smile changing into a shit-eating grin.

Clenching his teeth, Oz hissed, "Fuck you, Devon."

"Missing me already?"

"Why are you being like this? I didn't kill your cat or anything. It's not like I wounded you for life."

Devon's eyebrow raised. "Is that what you think?"

Shaking his head, Oz allowed himself a small sarcastic smile as he said, "Please, Devon. You've never been exclusive to me. Even before Xander you had your little naive girls to fuck around with."

Setting his jaw off to the side and letting his tongue press against the inside of his cheek for a short moment, Devon said, "Yeah, but I always came back you after the groupies, Oz. When you went to Willow, you didn't even look back at me."

"Poor you," Oz whispered quietly as he rolled his eyes.

"That's fucking right, Poor Me!" Devon practically yelled. "At least I. . .You didn't even let me know that it was over. You just left and ignored me."

"Me ignore you? I'm sorry if you not being the center of my universe translates to ignoring to you." When the other boy didn't say anything, Oz waved his hand in dismissal. "Never mind. I'll move out so you don't feel like you have to put on a show for me every night."

"Explain," Devon ordered firmly.

"You think that I'm too stupid to realize that you fucking Xander last night *that* loudly wasn't orchestrated for me to hear and ponder?"

"Sure, okay, everything's about you, Oz." Devon nodded. "And you say that I'm full of myself. I fucked Xander last night because I wanted to and he wanted to. I did it loudly because I wanted it like that and, hell, it couldn't be helped. I fucked him hard because that's how I wanted to fuck last night." Tilting his head, Devon smiled once more. "You being on the other side of the wall was just gravy; icing on the cake, so to speak."

"You're a fucking shit." His jaw tightened again as he said, "I'll just fucking move. This isn't worth. .. "

"You're not moving." Both boys turned their heads and saw Xander standing just outside the doorway to his goldfish room. His voice was low and emotionless as he said, "Why don't you guys just stop? Let it fucking be, but most of all just shut up. You've been friends since kindergarten and the first thing I hear when I wake up are 'fuck yous' flying back and forth."

"Xand," Devon tried, but stopped when Xander walked by him and slipped into the bathroom. He turned to Oz as he heard the soft click of the lock. "Wonderful," he muttered. He and Oz just continued to stare at each other.

~end~