Title: Love That Binds 10/11
Author: CJ
Pairing: Xander/Graham
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: If you don't, I'll cry.
Disclaimer: All the characters in the Buffyverse belong to Joss
Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I gain no monetary value from any of this.
Dammit.




*Later that same night*

Xander flew up the stairs toward the door of their apartment. In his haste,
he nearly broke his key off in the lock before realizing the door wasn't even
locked. He raised a confused eyebrow as he pushed the door open. It was dark,
but he could see the flickers on the wall that indicated lots of burning
candles. "Graham?"

Graham stood in the kitchen doorway, bare chested, clad in nothing but old
navy sweats. His hair was still wet from the shower, and Xander was sure he'd
never seen anything more perfect in his life. Graham walked across the room
to take Xander's things from him. Dropping the wallet and keys on the table
next to the door, he began ushering Xander toward the bathroom.

"I have dinner almost ready, why don't you get showered while I finish up,
then we have some talking to do."

Xander smiled to himself. He knew he still needed to explain his overreaction
to Graham, but he could tell that everything would be okay. He looked up at
his lover and pressed a semi-chaste kiss on his lips. "Clothes? I'll need
something to put on."

Graham responded with a hungry leer. "Already waiting for you. When you're
done, just come to the kitchen. I have to get back before anything burns."

Xander watched as his lover slowly walked backward across the living room,
only turning away when Graham disappeared into the kitchen. After turning on
the water, Xander looked for the clothes Graham had laid out for him. He
found them lying on the sink, what there was of them. An old pair of cutoff
sweatpants and nothing else. He was beginning to see a pattern. After a quick
but thorough shower, Xander stepped into the shorts and swiped a towel over
his hair. He took a few minutes to brush his teeth and comb his hair before
leaving the bathroom.

Walking into the kitchen, Xander stopped. He loved watching Graham cook, or
clean, or do just about anything. But the sight before him now was
breathtaking. Graham stood at the table with his back to Xander, stirring
something in a bowl. The play of muscle under his skin made Xander's mouth
water much more than the heavenly aroma of the food. He walked forward,
slipping his arms around his lover's waist and burying his face in the crook
of Graham's neck. "Mmm, that smells great." Tracing the muscular shoulder
with his tongue, he smiled. "Tastes great too."

Graham chuckled, turning to wrap his own arms around Xander. He dropped a
light kiss on his lover's lips and pulled back before he could get lost in
the sensation. "Yeah, but you need to eat something. And don't look at me
like that, you need FOOD. Sit here and eat, I want to talk to you."

Pulling out of Graham's arms, Xander frowned. He really hated talks that
started with 'We have to talk'. He pulled out the chair in front of him and
dropped down into it, watching with a pout as Graham walked around the table
and sat down out of his reach. "I know what you want to talk about and before
you start, let me say I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I never thought you'd hurt
me, I was just so mad, and I don't really know why. Wait, yes I do." Xander
paused for a breath, taking the opportunity to shake his head clear. "First
of all, I love you, and I love that you want to keep me from getting hurt.
But you have to trust me sometimes to know what's right. I'm not a piece of
glass that's going to shatter if someone breathes too hard in my direction."

Graham put up his hand, stopping Xander before he got too deep into the
babble. "Xander, slow down. I'm the one that should be apologizing. I
completely overreacted. I really don't understand everything that happened
with Faith, and you're right, I should have trusted you. But I was so worried
that you'd get hurt. Baby, I don't know what I'd do if anything ever happened
to you. I wouldn't be able to go on." Graham stared into Xander's eyes, not
caring about the tears rolling down his cheeks. He'd been so worried that
he'd lost Xander forever. Now the tears were as much of relief as they were
of fear that something might one day happen to the man he loved. "I love you
so much it terrifies me, and the thought of someone hurting you....it gives
me nightmares sometimes."

"I know." Xander's voice came out husky with unshed tears of his own. "And I
feel the same way. But, Graham, I'm not going to live wrapped in bubble wrap
just so you'll feel better knowing I'm safe. We'll both just have to trust
each other and know that if anything comes up we can handle it together."
Xander reached across the table, taking Graham's hand in his own. "Now that
the talkâ??s over, can we skip dinner and move right on to dessert?"

Graham smiled wickedly at his lover. "Sure, what would you like? Chocolate
ice cream, or cheesecake?"

Moving quickly, Xander slid out of his chair and around the table into
Graham's lap. "I'll take both, later. Right now I was thinking of an order of
me covered in marine sauce." Xander's grin matched Graham's in wickedness,
but he wasn't fast enough when he moved out of his lover's lap and tried to
run down the hall.

Graham caught up with him in the kitchen doorway and tossed him over his
shoulder. Running into the bedroom, he tossed Xander on the bed, grinning at
Xander's shock as he held up the shorts the brunette had been wearing. "Lose
something?"

Xander sat up, reaching out quickly to rip Graham's sweats away. "Nope, found
it."

Graham raised an eyebrow at his lover. He crawled up on the bed, not stopping
until his naked body hovered completely over Xander's. "Well, now you've got
it, what are you going to do?"

"Just this." Xander grabbed his lover's hips, roughly pulling them together.
He sighed with contentment when Graham let his full body drop down on him. He
claimed Graham's lips in a deep, soul searching kiss, not letting go until
the need for air forced them to part. Looking up, Xander met Graham's eyes
and gasped as their erections pressed together. "Graham, don't be gentle,
please."

Graham made as close to a vampire's snarl as Xander had ever heard a human
make when he clamped his lips back over Xander's mouth. He drove his tongue
into his lover's mouth and nibbled at his lips in a way that made the
brunette feel he was being devoured. Xander loved it, it was making him feel
more desired than anything had in a long time. It wasn't until he felt
Graham's hand pushing beneath him that he realized Graham had retrieved the
lube from the nightstand. He shivered when the bottle's small opening was
pressed just inside his ass, and shivered again as he felt the cool lube
squeezed inside him.

Graham pulled back a little, drawing in a breath, then dove back in again
with lips, tongue, and teeth. All the while, he kept pressing the lube inside
Xander. When he felt he'd used enough he tossed the bottle over his shoulder
and pushed two fingers knuckle deep into his lover. He relished the moan
Xander gave. He felt Xander slide his feet up until muscular thighs were
clutching at his sides and took advantage of the wider opening to press in a
third finger.

Pulling his head back, Graham watched his lover's face change with each move
he made. He spread his fingers apart, pressing at the walls of Xander's
opening, and in one jerking motion, he twisted them around in a circle. His
control nearly went out the window at the near rapture he saw on Xander's
face with that move, so he did it again, in the opposite direction. He
removed his fingers, running his slick hand up and down his own erection, and
gathered Xander's knees across his shoulders. In one fast plunge, he was
buried to the hilt inside his lover, Xander wincing and gasping at the shock
of pleasure-pain that jolted through his body.

He slowly pulled back a couple of inches and pressed himself back in. He made
this slow pull and push move a few times, spreading the lube around a little
more, then pulled back almost all the way out, and thrust back in, hard.

Quickly they settled into a rhythm. Graham would slam his cock into Xander,
and pull back slowly. Xander would lift his ass, trying to follow Graham as
he pulled out, only to get driven back to the mattress by another fast
plunge. Graham almost lost all control twice as the head of his cock got
caught by Xander clenching the muscle ring at the entrance to his hole. Each
time he stopped and forced himself back under control before thrusting again,
each time with a little more force.

Xander gasped with each desperate thrust, thrusts that seemed to be coming
closer and closer together until they were a blur of heated ecstatic movement
with his eye's locked on Graham's and Graham's cock burrowing into him. In a
breathy voice he spoke to his lover. "Graham. God, Graham, so good, so close.
Harder."

Graham gave a truly evil grin as he pulled right out, his cock losing all
contact with Xander's body, only to slam back into his lover. Three fully out
and slam thrusts later, Xander screamed out his climax, his nails digging
into the flesh of Graham's back. It was the torturous clenching of Xander's
anal muscles that ripped Graham's orgasm from his body. He plunged in and out
of his lover repeatedly with full force as he pumped his seed into Xander.

*****

Lying in bed, half dozing and stroking his hands through Xander's hair,
Graham felt guilt overcome him.

"Xander? You awake?"

Xander heard Graham's soft voice next to his ear. Turning he placed a gentle
kiss on his lover's lips. "I am now. Whatâ??s wrong?"

Graham looked down, unable to meet Xander's eyes. "It's just that something
happened, earlier today. After I left Buffy's place, I came back here and
kinda got a little drunk with Spike."

Xander sat up, crossing his arms over his chest, anger in his voice. "With
Spike? Oh, he's dead. Deader than usual, he won't be waking up this time."

Graham pushed himself up to lean against Xander's side, taking his lover's
face in his hands. "No, it's not like that. Nothing happened, nothing at all,
nothing would have, I love you. We just talked, and drank, and drank some
more. That's when Willow came in. She misunderstood and went apeshit. I just
thought you should know."

Xander sat staring off into space for a moment. "So, nothing happened?" He
waited until he saw Graham shook his head. "Then there's nothing to worry
about." He slid back down, allowing Graham to take him into his arms.

"Are you sure?" Graham couldn't believe his lover could be so understanding.
But he decided not to press his luck and just took his husband to be in his
arms and pulled him into a warm cuddle.

"I'm positive. We'll just start now with no secrets, and promise each other
to keep it that way. We always have to be honest. And if anything ever does
happen, we can work it out together."

Graham smiled, pulling Xander closer. "Sounds like a plan to me. Now, we need
to get some sleep so we can get married tomorrow." He watched Xander's eyes
begin to droop into dreams and burrowed his face into Xander's shoulder. Both
soon drifted off into sleep, each secure in the other's love.

*****


Graham slowly came awake...to pitch darkness. He had a few moments of
disorientation before realizing the darkness was caused by something covering
his eyes. He could also feel something warm and wet on his inner thigh.
"Xander?"

The warm and wet sensation moved away. "Shh, lie still." Xander's smile could
be heard in his voice as he lowered his head back to Graham's thighs, slowly
licking his way up. He left not one single patch of skin untouched as he made
his trek up muscled thighs, and down, to bury his face beneath Graham's
balls.

Graham tried to grab for Xander, only to find that his hands were tied to the
headboard of the bed. Confusion, mingled with arousal, filtered through his
brain. "Xander, what's going on?"

Xander lifted his head once more. "If I have to tell you that, I must not be
doing it right."

"Oh, you're definitely doing it right. But why am I tied up and blindfolded?"
Graham asked, still slightly confused, but slowly beginning not to care as
Xander lapped at his perineum. He groaned with frustration when Xander pulled
away again.

Xander smiled at the groan, his plan working perfectly. "You're tied up so
that you can't remove the blindfold and so that I get to have my way. And
you're blindfolded because it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride
before the wedding." Grinning broadly, Xander went back to work. Moving a
little farther up from the sensitive strip of skin, Xander took Graham's
balls into his mouth, one at a time and then together, rolling them on his
tongue, as if memorizing the taste to be remembered later.

Graham bucked his hips up, trying for more contact, but with his hands tied,
it was too easy for Xander to pull away. Which he did, teasing Graham with
just the tip of his tongue now.

Xander ran the very tip of his tongue around the outer edge of skin where
Graham's ball sac met the base of his cock. Slowly, maddeningly slowly, he
traced intricate patterns on the underside of the cock trapped at his mercy.
Finally, after an eternity of teasing, Xander made his way to the tip,
circling it with his tongue before taking just the head into his mouth.

Graham hissed and once again bucked his hips, trying to get more of himself
into Xander's mouth. "Xander, for the love of God, please!" Panting now,
Graham dropped his hips back down to the bed.

Xander raised his head, losing contact with Graham, and slowly crawled up the
bed until he hovered over his lover's body. "Please what? Tell me what you
want, Graham, this is my gift to you."

Graham thought for a moment. He knew the answer, but highly doubted Xander
would give in on the blindfold. So he began to form another option. "If this
is my gift from you, then I have to give one back. Use me to live out one of
your secret fantasies."

Xander laughed huskily. "I already am."

"Then, please continue. You're driving me crazy." Graham threw his head back,
thumping it against the pillows. He wished he could see Xander's eyes, but
since he couldn't, he used his imagination. Xander's whiskey colored eyes
would be nearly black from arousal, gold flecks shining brightly with
mischief.

Then suddenly, with no warning at all, Graham felt two lube-slick fingers
enter his ass, moving in slow circles. He grunted a little with the slight
pain of penetration, but before he could say anything, Xander's mouth was
covering his. Xander set up a slow rhythm of in and out thrusts, interrupted
occasionally by circling the fingers or spreading them. Showing an ability to
do two things at once, Xander slid in a third finger at the same time as he
thrust his tongue as far into Graham's mouth as it would go.

He spent a few more minutes on deep, soul searching kisses as he finished
preparing Graham for the continuation of his plan. Then once again, all
contact disappeared as Xander left the bed. He returned shortly and began
working a small dildo into his lover.

Graham gasped, the slight pain quickly replaced by the pleasure of knowing
that Xander was doing this to him. "God, Xander, what is that?"

Xander leaned down and kissed him deeply, but quickly, once more and pulled
back. "That's what kept me sane on all those long nights when I couldn't be
with you. I made it one night while you slept. Do you like it?" The teasing
smile was back in Xander's voice as he waited for Graham's answer.

Graham was lost in the sensations being driven into him, he couldn't form a
coherent thought, much less an answer. So he did the only thing he could, he
drew his legs up to spread himself further apart to give Xander better
access.

With a chuckle, Xander pressed against one knee, pushing it lower. "Lower
them a little."

Graham did so without comment, trusting Xander implicitly. He stopped
breathing when Xander grasped his erection in one hand. He felt Xander crawl
up over him and wondered briefly how Xander was doing this and still holding
onto the dildo he had in Graham's ass, but soon lost his ability to think
again when he felt Xander lower himself onto his aching cock.

"Oh, God, Graham. Sooo good." Xander slowly lowered himself until he had
Graham held fully within himself. Then he let go of the dildo and placed both
hands on Graham's chest. He began to raise and lower his hips, slowly,
Graham's cock hitting his prostate with every thrust.

Graham lay beneath him, thrusting up with his hips every time Xander began to
lower himself. The dildo buried inside him made it doubly erotic as he
thought of Xander fucking him while he was slowly fucking Xander. It was
enough to cause the slow tumble into orgasm. He rocked back and forth with
his hips, drawing out each sensation, until he thrust up with one last fast
and hard lunge, burying himself within Xander, and howled out his completion.


Seeing the ecstasy on his loverâ??s face pushed Xander over the edge. He threw
back his head, arched his back and shot his hot seed all over Graham's chest
and stomach. He held himself rigid until he was spent, then collapsed down
onto the warm body beneath him.

Both lay panting for breath for a few moments before Xander reached down to
tug the dildo out of Graham. He placed it on the nightstand and proceeded to
untie his lover's hands. "I'm untying you now, but you have to promise to
leave the blindfold on."

Graham took a deep breath of Xander scented air before answering. "I'll leave
it on. I just want to hold you."

And true to his word, once his hands were untied, Graham only took Xander in
his arms and rolled them both onto their sides. They cuddled together for
awhile until Xander announced he had to shower and get over to the girlsâ??
house to dress.

"Already? But it's so early." Graham whined, he felt a need to keep his lover
as close to him as he possibly could, for as long as he could.

Xander laughed as he reluctantly pulled away. "But Graham, we only have four
hours until the wedding." With that, he was gone.

Graham lay still, listening to the sounds of the shower, and began to plan
the honeymoon in his head. After a while, he heard the shower stop, could
hear the sound of fabric rubbing together as Xander dressed. He pouted a
little, he'd always loved watching Xander get dressed. It was almost as
erotic as watching him undress. When he felt Xander's hands trail up his
arms, he smiled. Then he felt his lover's lips close on his own and gave up
the smile to draw Xander's tongue into his mouth.

The kiss ended much too quickly for either of them, and Xander was gone
again. Graham made as if to pull him back into bed, but only grazed his hips
as he pulled away. Xander laughed. "Uh huh, I have to go or Willow will come
looking for me. But, just think, when I see you again, it'll be time for me
to become Mr. Alexander LaVelle Harris-Miller."

Graham was lost again, the sound of his name on the end of Xander's making
him woozy with emotion. "I guess I can let you go for a little while then.
Just remember, after tonight I won't ever be letting go again."

"Oh, you can count on it. I'll be yours and you will be mine. Forever."
Xander leaned down for one last quick kiss, careful to keep his body out of
Graham's reach, then quickly left.

Graham heard the front door click closed behind Xander a few minutes later.
He tore the blindfold off his face and surveyed the gooey mess of their bed
and contemplated changing the sheets, but quickly threw that idea out of his
head. He climbed out of the bed and grabbed his sweats off the floor. He'd
take a quick run before his shower, work off some of the energy their
lovemaking always left him with.

Swiping Xander's discarded towel over his stomach and chest, he pulled a
t-shirt over his head and slid his feet into his running shoes. He'd just put
his hand on the handle of the front door when he noticed something laying on
the table to the side of the door. He reached down and picked up a piece of
black cloth, examining it. The smile on his face could have warmed the sun
when he recognized the blindfold that Xander must have been wearing the
entire time before he left.

Shaking his head and laughing, Graham left the apartment to take his run. All
the while, he was still mentally making his plans for tonight.

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