Title: A New Happy Place
Author: meagan <nutmeg@serv.net>
Summary: Willow knows about Oz and Xander. Sequel to "Useless."
Spoilers: Um... Let's say "Amends."
Disclaimer: Of *course* they belong to someone else. If they were mine, things would be different. Specifically, they belong to Mutant Enemy, Fox, WB (even though they *really* don't deserve these guys after what they did to us in May), and anyone else I forgot.
Rating: NC-17, I think. Like I've said before, I'm not good at ratings.
Distribution: Niccy, if she wants it to go with "Useless." Otherwise, eh, what the heck. If you want it, go for it, as long as you also keep "Useless" with it, but please tell me so I can go admire my story on other people's sites.
Feedback: Um, sure, I think. But meanness makes me cry. My kitties don't like it when I cry. Keep them happy, please?
Note: The song used here is "Amazing Grace" as performed by Ani DiFranco on the album _Living in Clip_. Yeah, I know, I'm a pervert, using this song like this. But just go listen to this song and try to think of doing anything else to it. And I've noticed that, when I let/make Oz and/or Willow have sex, it's a threesome. Or, in the case of one piece currently in progress, a foursome.
Dedicated to Cinder (hey, it was the plan all along), Niccy, Carrie, Brandi, and morphea because they said they liked "Useless."

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Willow was over. Doing laundry since the machine at her place was broken, and both guys had long ago insisted that she use their machine rather than going to a laundromat alone at night.

Ordinarily, Xander wouldn't mind. But he was still trying to figure out what was going on with Oz, and it felt *wrong* to even think about that with her in the apartment. Never mind actually attempting to talk to Oz about it as long as she was around. What a fun double whammy. Realize for the first time that you could, indeed, be attracted to a member of your sex -- and have those feelings returned -- and then have that person be your best friend's longtime boyfriend and most likely future husband.

So she was over, and Oz was talking to her in the kitchen. Xander was sitting on the couch and trying to pretend the inevitable was not about to occur. He was afraid to think about what the topic of their discussion could be. "Yeah, Will, we were just *talking*, and then all of a sudden he grabbed me and kissed me. I just can't live here any more, and I really don't want you being friends with him any more." Lose two friendships -- friendships he had painstakingly rebuilt after high school -- in one fell swoop.

Finally, the discussion ended. Willow walked into the living room and over to the stereo, changing cds. She stood in front of the entertainment center clutching the shelf at shoulder level. Oz sat on the couch next to Xander. Very closely. Then the music started. Well, almost. A female voice, with a slight echo, as if recorded in a concert hall or amphitheatre. "Amazing Grace." The first chorus ended, and low stringed instruments and chimes began a rhythmic pattern to which Willow began gently swaying her hips. With the second verse, her upper body got into the act.

What was going on? This was "Amazing Grace." This was supposed to be a hymn. Instead, Willow was slowly undulating to it, turning it into some sort of exotic dance he wasn't sure he was supposed to be watching even if her boyfriend *was* sitting right there, fully aware of what was happening. Then the horns contributed their bit, and she twisted her hips some more and dipped to the floor, throwing her head back so she could look at the guys on the couch upside down while she slowly stood back up, continuing to twist and thrust her hips in time to the music. At the next string entrance, she spun around and gave them a frontal view of her gyrations. Then she slowly strode towards them. And straddled Xander's legs before leaning in to kiss him. *Very* thoroughly.

After that, he stopped paying attention to the music. Especially after she unzipped his pants and placed something heavy and warm on his groin. But she stood up and slowly swayed away before doing anything more.

That's when he realized that, while she was no longer sitting on his lap -- in fact, she was back in front of the shelves, slowly, dreamily unbuttoning her blouse and swaying to the music -- the warm heavy object was still in his lap. He closed his eyes, trying to think of what it could possibly be. Other than what he hoped it was, that is. He opened his eyes. And closed them again to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Once he reopened them, he found he was definitely not imagining things. Oz's hand, gently stroking Xander's cock through his boxers. Eyes back at Willow. She was smiling and nodding at him.

And he realized that her shirt was gone. As was her bra. But she just kept swaying and twisting to the music until it faded.

Now her voice broke the silence. "Well? Aren't you going to do anything?"

Xander thought the words were directed at him. That this was a test. That she wanted to see how he would deal with this temptation. "Sorry, Will, I --"

"Don't say anything unless you want it to stop." Oz cut him off. Xander stared at the other man. "Are you okay with this?" Stunned, Xander nodded. "Good." And the hand began moving.

"Wait, stop a second." Willow. Interrupting them. Of course, now that things got going, she was going to have second thoughts. "His pants need to come off."

It was Oz's turn to nod. And then he was kneeling between Xander's legs, tugging the brunette's pants over his hips. "Xander, man, gotta help me here." Realization dawned, and he lifted off the couch to aid in clothing removal. Oz remained on the floor.

Xander watched Willow settle into a chair across from the couch. He held his hand out to her, inviting her to sit next to him.

She shook her head. "I want to watch."

Now he stared. His childhood friend, sprawled lazily in an armchair, gently stroking her breasts. Watching her boyfriend, kneeling in front of him, stroking skin that had not been touched by another person in years.

And as soon as he thought that, the hand stopped. And a wonderful, warm, moist mouth took its place. His eyes fell shut. He threaded his fingers through Oz's hair, moaning softly.

"Xander." A soft voice across the room. "Xander, look at me."

His eyes snapped back open. And he was very, very glad they did. While one redhead was sucking his cock, copper hair bobbing against black, another was sitting with her legs spread, one hand gently stroking her center while the other worked on her breasts. She had managed to remove her pants without him noticing. Now he watched, fascinated. First she licked a finger, then she touched -- no, pinched a nipple. Then she repeated the process on the other breast. Finally, much to his disappointment, she stopped. He turned his attention to the other hand. Fingers thrusting, thumb stroking. After a few seconds, he realized her hand was moving in time to Oz's head and tongue. He looked down at the head in his lap. Up, down. That tongue swirled around the head of his cock before the mouth went back to sliding up and down, hand circling the base, fingers teasing his balls. Eyes back on Willow. Now her head was tilted back, her eyes closed, hand picking up the pace. He watched as her face tensed and her body jerked. Her look of utter contentment once the spasms subsided was what pushed him to the edge. And the sight of his roommate between his legs sent him over. This was someone -- two someones, actually -- who actually *cared* about him. Who wouldn't just walk away from him after this was all over. After Oz drew away, Xander started to pull his legs up onto the couch. He just wanted to stay there in his new happy spot until his energy returned.

But Oz had another idea. "Hey, let's go to bed, okay?" The redheads led him down the hall to Oz's room, arranging themselves so he was between them. And in minutes, he was sound asleep.

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He awoke the next morning, convinced it had all been a dream. But Willow was still in his arms. With him in Oz's bed. Oz himself was gone. "He went out for breakfast stuff." He looked down at her. She was there. She was real. "Thank you, Xander."

"For what?" Letting her and Oz give him the most amazing night of his life? Oh, sure, any time you need someone to make that supreme sacrifice, let me know, and I'll try to work it in to my schedule.

"For letting him do this. He really likes you, you know." She sighed, trying to decide whether to go on. "Actually, he thinks he might be falling in love with you. If he hasn't already."

He was amazed. "What are you talking about? *Letting* him do this? It wasn't your idea? And he *what*?"

She pulled away and sat upright. "Well, yes and no. He wanted to do it. I figured out the plan -- well, some of it -- and *made* him do it." She gazed down at him, still sprawled on the bed. "A few months ago, we were talking about jealousy. About you, to be exact. And he told me that as time went by, he became more and more jealous of *me*. That I had kissed you way back in high school and that he hadn't. Eight years is a long time for this stuff to fester. And now that we're talking seriously about getting married, it's something I thought we needed to get resolved. That he needed to admit to you. Otherwise, I would always be wondering if he wondered if things could have been different. If he would have been better off with you. He sees you all the time here. Your guard is down. You let him see everything you hide when you step outside. I think that's the biggest thing for him -- that he's the only one you're like that with. You've given him something you won't give anyone else. Anyway, the more we talked about it, the more we realized that what we wanted was you. Both of us. All three of us."

"Oh. Wow."

"Are you really okay with this? I mean, now that everything's said and done, would you want to change any of it? I need you to be really, truly honest with me -- and yourself -- on this one. Because the cards are on the table. We don't want this to be a one-time thing."

He closed his eyes and sighed. Thinking back over the previous evening's events just made him smile. Then he realized the one thing that would have made things even better. "I wish Oz had been here when I woke up. I mean, you're nice and all, Will, but I would have really liked it if both of you were here." He opened his eyes and smiled up at her. "Other than that, it was fantastic. The best night of my life. So far. Because I don't want this to be a one-time thing, either. I'm hoping you and Oz still get married, but if they ever legalize polyandry, I want to be first in line." He frowned. "But why are you telling me this? Why isn't Oz?"

She stroked his face, attempting to rub the frown away. "Well, mainly, he really wasn't sure how this little chat was going to go over. He didn't want to scare you. And he wanted you to know that I really do know all about this. And accept it. But if he was here with me, it might feel like we were attacking you, ganging up and trying to force you into something you aren't ready for."

"Oh." That oh-so-eloquent statement again. While he pondered that, the front door opened. Breakfast. Oz peered nervously into the room. Xander stared. He had never seen his roommate be anything but cool, calm, and collected. So this really was a big thing for him. Xander smiled and patted the bed next to him. "So I hear we're going to be spending a lot of time together."

Oz tried to hold back a grin. He failed. Spectacularly so. Xander would not say the other man was "smiling." "Beaming" would be the word he would choose. "Well, hey, the bed's big enough." Now he moved to the bed and embraced Xander. "Thank you."

"No. Thank *you*. And you, too, Will." And he settled back against the pile of pillows for breakfast in bed with his favorite people. His new happy place.

~~~ the end ~~~