Author's Notes.
1. This bit is in homage to Saone, whose Gr/X cemetery scene made me crazy
with happiness.  My guys do more in the cemetery than Saone's did.  Just
cause I'm pervier.
2.  The Greek is from the Orthodox Easter mass: "from the dead, death
trampling upon death".
3.  I left in a couple of Canadianisms, just because I can't hide the real
Otsoko anymore.
4.  This has been real fun, gentle (and not so gentle) readers.  Thanks for
*all* the feedback and messages as this monster has come into being.  I've
learned lots, and gotten turned on to some amazing stories, and some very
cool people.  Thanks, everyone.
5. Want more X/Gr?  Then get on your knees and beg for it, soldier! <g>

Maybe He's Canadian, 23/23: The Cemetery

"Shit!"  Xander swore as his rifle jammed, or whatever it is tasers do when
they suddenly stop firing.  It's especially bad when they jam as you're
being charged by a 300 pound warrior demon.

"Xand!" Graham tossed him a taser rifle, Xander caught it, cocked it and
aimed it as Graham ran at the demon warrior, and then deked to the side,
avoiding a headstone, and the demon warrior growled and turned to attack
Graham, turning its back to Xander. Graham hit the ground, beginning to roll
away, and Xander fired, and the demon convulsed spastically as 3000 volts
surged through him.   He tossed down the rifle, and he and Graham tied the
demon quickly with the shock cord.

Willow and Tara rushed over and poured some sort of potion on the demon
warrior's screaming head.  The two held hands and recited the sapphic Greek
incantation,
"... ex nekron, thanato thanaton patisas..."
and the demon began to melt.

Riley called out "Got one down here!"  And the two wiccans rushed over.
Tara asked,
"Do we have enough potion left?"

"I think so.  But next time we super-size the batch."

Tara nodded in complete agreement.

Xander and Graham trotted over to the part of the cemetery where Buffy and
Riley had a demon pretty much knocked unconscious against a headstone.
The four watched as Tara and Willow did their potion and incantation thing
and another demon warrior melted into the ground.

Buffy looked around.  "That's all of them, I think."

Riley agreed with a nod, "We got four of the six. Graham?"

"Xander and I got two, sir."

Riley smirked at the 'sir'

". uh, we got two, Riley."  Some habits were hard to break.

Buffy shook the dust off her hands, and announced proudly, "Our work here is
done, guys.  The cemetery is once again safe for..."  She looked around at
the rows of headstones "...well,  for all the dead bodies."  She looked at
the last melting remnants of the demon warriors.  "OK, they don't go all
poof, but at least we don't have to bury them. Thank you, Willow and Tara!"

The two wiccans grinned.  They gave each other a glance, and intertwined
hands, quickly squeezing and releasing, acknowledging the other's equal role
in aiding in the demon destruction.  The two then went round and said good
night to the other four, and headed off.

Graham was still breathing a little heavily.  He looked over at Xander, and
gave him a nod.  "Nice shooting."

"Thanks.  Nice fake on the demon."

Graham nodded and kept looking at him.  He grinned.  "Have I ever told you
that you look really hot in uniform?"

Xander grinned, "You may have mentioned it a couple hundred times."

"It's still true."

Riley was blushing slightly at hearing Graham talk like that.  He turned
away from them and looked at Buffy, who was trying to suppress a chortle
herself.  Although, she did have to admit that it had a certain cuteness
factor.

Buffy looked at the two guys and had to smile.  They were both grinning at
each other like there was nobody else around.  She turned to Riley.
"I think we should we go debrief Giles on this mission, and soon."

It took Riley a second to follow her line of reasoning.  He glanced at the
two guys.
"Right, report to Giles.  Good idea.  Let's go."

Riley put an arm over Buffy's shoulder and the two headed off. Buffy called
their farewells over her shoulder.
"Night, guys!"

Xander looked up, "Uh, right, Good night!"  And then returned his gaze to
Graham, and the grin returned.
"You were looking pretty good out there, yourself, nice moves."

Graham grinned slyly, "Looking pretty good, huh?"

"Hey,  come on, Graham,"  He patted him on the shoulder.  "You know you're
pretty much the hottie."

Graham stared at Xander, giving him the barest hint of a smile,  "Yeah?
You think so?"

Xander stared back at him, unbelieving,  "Graham Miller, you are the hottest
man I've ever *seen* in my life, much less met."

"Yeah?" The smile widened across Graham's face.

"Well, yeah." Xander shrugged as if stating the obvious.

Graham sort of slightly shuffled his feet, more than a little embarrassed,
"Cause y'know, you've never said anything."

"I just kind of thought you knew..."   Xander looks down.  "You're just so
good looking, I kinda find it hard to believe that you..."

Xander was feeling bad about this.   Graham had called him 'hot' in
practically their first conversation, and was always talking about how hot
or cute Xander was, and what a hot body he had and so on... Had Xander
really never said anything?  What else hadn't he said to Graham?

"Believe it, Xander."  Graham put a hand behind Xander's neck.  And standing
in the middle of the graveyard in the moonlight, Xander looked up and leaned
in for the kiss.  They stood, hands slowly exploring each others' bodies.

Xander broke the kiss suddenly,  "Come on"  He picked up their weapons.

Graham followed him with a grin.  He had seen the look that Xander had given
him as they both stood there after the last demon warrior was down, both of
them panting, adrenaline-pumped, and victorious.  A little battle-ground
action, Graham figured.  OK, whatever turned the guy on.  He certainly
couldn't complain if it turned out that Xander had a kink or two.

In the part of the cemetery where they had taken down the first demon,
Xander stopped, and pulled off his T-shirt and threw it on the ground.
Graham just watched, hands on hips, as Xander pulled off his boots, and then
the camouflage pants, and then the boxers.  Xander stood there naked in the
moonlight.  Xander stepped over to Graham, put his hands on his arms and
kissed him, moaning as Graham took him in his arms.  Xander was really
eager.  Graham didn't mind.  Xander pulled at his shirt, Graham stopping
their kiss only long enough to get it over his head.  Xander palmed his
chest.  He leaned over and licked one nipple, then the other.  Then he
looked up at Graham.

"I want you to fuck me."  Xander said calmly.

Graham looked at him, running his right hand through his hair.  "Yeah?"
Both excitement and concern in his voice.

"Yeah."  And Xander undid Graham's belt, and opened his pants, and tugged
them down.  Graham stepped out of them after kicking his shoes off.  Xander
reached down, spit on his hand and massaged the spit into Grahams rapidly
hardening cock.   He then went down on his knees and got Graham as hard as
he could.

Xander then got up, took Graham by the hand and led him to where he had
undressed.  He found his pants, and pulled out a little plastic packet of
lube and a condom and handed them to Graham.   Graham looked at him a little
puzzled.   Xander joked,
"Every boy should have his own supply."

Then he spread out his clothes behind a grave marker and lay down on his
back, head against the back of the tombstone.  Graham got his shirt and
rolled it up and put it behind Xander's head.  "Those headstones can be
pretty hard, man."

Xander grinned, and lifted his legs.  Graham knelt, tearing open the pack of
lube with his teeth, and squirting some of the lube on his fingers.  He
found Xander's ass, and gently eased one finger up it.

"I'm gonna take it easy, OK?"

Xander nodded, a little scared, but very turned-on.  Graham eased the finger
in and out, letting Xander get used to the feeling, and then two fingers,
spreading Xander open a little more, but gently, gently, and using the free
hand to caress him, reassure him.   And then three fingers.  Xander groaned
a bit.  Graham pulled out and stroked his chest and whispered,
"Any time you want to, we can stop, I'll stop.  It's OK.  I can wait."

Xander shook his head, "Go on, man."

Graham smiled at him, and slowly pushed the three lubed fingers in and out,
Xander was pretty relaxed.  Much more relaxed that Graham had been the first
time someone did this to him. Graham had had needed a lot to drink to get
himself ready for it.  Xander was doing pretty well, but maybe that came
from actually knowing the guy doing it to you ... and trusting him.

Graham just worried that there might not be enough lube left in the packet.
If not, they'd stop.  No problem. Except that he didn't want to stop.  He'd
wanted this for a long time.  But there was one thing Graham was sure of, he
was *never* gonna fuck someone unless they were really ready.  He was never
gonna put anyone through what he went through.  Never.

Xander was clearly into it.  Graham could feel his reaction through the hand
on his chest.

"OK?"

Xander whispered, "Yeah."  Softly, nervous but excited.

A well-practiced Graham put the rubber on, picked up the packet of lube from
the ground and squeezed the rest of it onto his cock, and spread it around.
  He looked down at Xander.  "You sure about this?

"Yeah." Xander whispered.  "Come on, hot guy, do it to me!"  Xander said it
in a half-kidding voice, enough to make Graham grin.  But the desire was
there too.  Xander wanted it.

"Any time you want me to stop, just let me know, OK?"

Xander nodded.  Graham eased Xander's calves up onto his shoulders and held
his cock in his right hand and pushed it in slowly, letting Xander get used
to the feel of it.  Watching his face carefully in the moonlight, making
sure he wasn't hurting him, hoping that there was enough lube.  Xander
reached up and caressed Graham's arms, feeling the tension in those arms,
and the quick pulse in the veins in his forearm.   He looked straight into
Graham's eyes, and whispered, "Go on."

Graham slowly pushed in all the way,  and Xander tensed up.  Graham ran his
hands along Xander's sides, soothing him until he relaxed again, and when he
had, Graham began to very slowly pump in and out, leaning over and bending
his neck down so he could kiss him as he moved in and out of him.

The kiss was passionate, almost animal-like, tongues ruthlessly exploring.
Xander held Graham's back as he felt Graham inside him, feeling like it
might tear him apart from the inside, until Graham began to hit the spot,
and Xander groaned, eyes wide open, and tightened his grip, his fingers
digging into Graham's back.

Graham was unbelievably excited, working his pelvis in a circular motion as
he moved in and out.  Working really hard at keeping it slow, not wanting to
accidentally hurt Xander his first time taking it.  He looked down at
Xander.  Xander was pushing against the headstone with the back of his head
as he softly moaned in time with Graham's thrusts.  His eyes were open, but
unfocused, his shoulders tensed as he held onto Graham.

Xander's mouth was barely open, soft groans coming from between those lips,
barely visible in the moonlight.  His jaw line tensed.  Graham gave a sharp
intake of breath, realizing that he had never been so excited by the sight
of another guy in his life.

"Xander, I'm gonna..." and before he could say it, Graham came inside
Xander, long before he wanted to, but he had wanted this for so long, he was
so excited by it, that he couldn't make it last as long as he wanted.    He
knelt up, panting.  Xander took hold of his own cock and started to jerk
off.  Still recovering himself, Graham reached down and added his hand.
Xander shot a spurt that arched a good three feet in the air and landed on
the headstone just above his head, the second and third spurts landed on his
chin and chest.

Xander looked up and gave Graham a huge grin.   Graham leaned down and
slowly licked Xander's chin and chest clean, then knelt back up.  The two
just looked at each other for a long second in the shadows of the moonlight.
  Xander spoke first.
"Graham?"

"Yeah?"

Xander swallowed hard and said, "Y'know that I love you, don't you?"

Graham smiled and nodded, "Yeah, I got the message."  He leaned over and
brushed the hair off of Xander's forehead.  Graham had to admit that it felt
really great to hear Xander actually say it.  "By the way, if you hadn't
figured it out, me too."

Graham pulled Xander up and hugged him tightly to him.  They knelt there,
locked in an embrace for a long moment, just holding each other tightly
against the world.

Then Graham asked, "Can we go home?  Cause this place is giving me the
complete wiggins."

Xander grinned at the scooby-speak, "You bet."

The two hurriedly pulled their clothes back on.  Graham had to hunt around
in the moonlight for his left shoe, hurriedly kicked off in the excitement
of only moments and a lifetime ago.  He looked for it on the other side of
the headstone.  The moonlight was dim, so it was hard to find.  But there it
was at the base of the headstone.  Graham looked at the gravestone and had a
sudden shiver as he realized that they had just made love on someone's
grave.  He just wanted to get out of there.   Fighting goosebumps, he
quickly yanked on the shoe, not even bothering to tie it.

Graham sprang up, went over to Xander and put an arm across his shoulders,
Xander put an arm across Graham's lower back and the two headed back to
Lowell House and bed.
 
 

Epilogue

Graham wasn't positive, the moonlight was dim.  But he was pretty sure that
he saw two things written on that headstone as he hunted for his shoe:
"Died 1997" and a first name, "Jesse".