Note:  'La Zizanie!  L'histoire d'une famille immensemente riche, dans
laquelle tout le monde croit que tout le monde soupçone que tout le monde
a couché avec tout le monde, au moins une fois.'  (from 'Rock et Belles
Oreilles', a great Quebec TV show:  "the story of an immensely rich
family in which everyone believes that everyone suspects that everyone
has slept with everyone, at least once.")

The Guy Thing 12/18:  La Zizanie

Xander ran his hand through Riley's hair, resisting the urge to grab it,
hold it, control it as Riley moved up and down on his cock.   All he had
to do was gently run a finger along Riley's cheek and he would respond.

Xander tried the move that had sent shivers through Graham's whole
body.   He slowly leaned over and slid his hand between Riley's ass
cheeks.

Riley jerked his head up sharply and barked, "Don't!"

Xander pulled back.  "Hey, no problem, Ri."

"Maybe I oughta. . . "  He grabbed Xander's upper arms and rolled him
over, pinning him to the mattress.  But instead of fighting back, Xander
went limp and just stared up at him like Riley had totally lost it.

"Shit, sorry."   Riley let go and rolled off of him.

Riley sat on the edge of the bed, his back to Xander.

What was that?  Fuck.  Never mind.  Xander knew:  the control thing.  He
sighed.  "Riley."

Riley put his head in hands.

"Is that what you want from me, Ri?"

"I don't fucking know."  It came out little more than a whisper.

"Shit.  Are you afraid of me?"

Riley turned around and looked at him.

"Fuck!  You are!   Or afraid of this . . .   We don't have to, you know,
do anything."

"Don't you want to?"

"I like you Riley, but not enough to do this unless I wanted to."

Riley had to smile back.  "You gotta tell me one thing:  Do you love
Anya?"

Xander shrugged.  "Yeah, I guess."

"She loves you."

"In her own ex-demonic way."

"She loves you."  Riley repeated more firmly.

"Yeah, she loves me."

Riley sighed and stared at the wall.  There was a bleak silence as Xander
listened to Riley's breathing.   Finally Riley spoke, still staring hard
at the far wall.   "You don't love me.  Buffy doesn't love me."

Xander sat behind Riley, legs spread, and pressed his chest against
Riley's back and hugged him tightly.  "Someone loves you, Ri."

"Thanks, Xander.  But you know what I mean."

"No, I mean there's someone who would do anything for you, fucking cut
his right arm off for you, do anything for you."

Riley turned his head.  "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You are blind, aren't you?"  Xander supressed a chuckle.

Riley turned around, pushing Xander gently onto his back.

"'*His* arm'?"

"*His* arm.  Jesus!  He's ready to put his career on the line to get you
back inside.   You seriously don't see the way he looks at you?"

"*Graham*?"  Riley stared incredulously.

Xander nodded.

"You are so full of shit.  Graham is so straight. . . "

". . .  that he sucked me off the first time we ever talked."

"What!"

"Remember you asked me that first night if I'd ever done it with a guy
before?"

"Yeah and you said 'one guy'."

"Yeah."  Xander raised his eyebrow.

"With *Graham*?"

Xander nodded, and gave Riley a slightly naughty smile.

"Jesus!  Xander, Can't you keep it zipped up?"  There was real annoyance
behind the mock annoyance.

Xander grinned that smile of his and shrugged.

"Let me get this straight. . . "

"So to speak."

"You fucked Graham, the Graham I know, Lt. Graham Miller?"

"Well, not that first night."

"OK.  Just how many times you been with him?"

"Uh, twice."

"But you're saying that it's *me* he's in love with?"

"I think so.  I think he's got it so bad for you he can barely deal."

"But he can still sleep with you?"

Xander sat up.  "I don't think he's -- shit, I don't know.  With Graham
and me, it was more . . .  friendly."

"Friendly?"

Xander nodded.

Riley looked at Xander and shook his head.  "This is really fucked up.
I'm in bed with my girlfriend's best friend, who's been sleeping with my
best friend who it turns out is maybe in love with me, but my
girlfriend's best friend's girlfriend knows . . . "

"Uh, very little, I hope.  She's got that whole vengence demon past going
on. "

"Anybody else I oughta know about?"

"How come I suddenly feel like the biggest slut in the universe?"

"You really want an answer to that question?"

"Uh, no.  But I gotta point out that I'm in bed with my best friend's
boyfriend, who this very minute is thinking about sleeping with *his*
best friend."

Riley ducked his head.  "Touché."

Xander reached up and hugged Riley, and pulled him back down onto the
bed.  Xander caressed his face and slowly leaned in and kissed him
gently. Riley began to respond, the kiss became more intense, and even
more so when Xander's hand found Riley's cock, and taking hold of it
underhanded, began to caress it.  There was a sense of power in the
ability to make Riley react with just a touch.

"Xander. . . "

"Yeah?

"Did you really. . . fuck Graham?"

A hesitation.  "Yeah."

Riley whispered, "You wanna fuck me?"

A longer hesitation, and then a hoarse whisper, "Yeah."

"Tell me what to do . . . "

Xander reached over to the drawer in the bed-side table and pulled out a
condom packet and a bottle of lube.  He started to open the packet, and
then stopped.  He handed it to Riley, and looked expectantly at him.

Riley seemed to understand the challenge.  He nodded, opened the foil
packet and slowly unrolled the condom ontp Xander's saliva-slick cock.
He stared at it for a moment, then swallowed hard, and looked up at
Xander.

"It'll be easier if you lie on your stomach, OK?"  Xander's voice was
soft and reassuring.  Riley nodded and lay down, letting Xander put a
pillow under his pelvus, forcing his ass in the air.  He didn't resist at
all as legs were gently eased apart.  He buried his head in his arms as
Xander opened the bottle and warmed a dallop of lube between his palms
before applying it to Riley's opening.

Riley moaned as Xander inserted a finger.  "Just relax, OK?"

A muffled 'Uh huh." was all Xander got in reply, but Riley managd to
relax as Xander slowly worked first one, then two fingers up Riley.

Xander leaned over, running his hands up the hot hard muscle of Riley's
back, until he had hold of his shoulders, slowly massaging them,
reassuring Riley, keeping him relaxed.  He whispered into his ear, "You
gotta let me know if I'm hurting you, OK?"

"Uh huh . . . OK."

Xander slowly moved back down, and knealt between Riley's outstretched
legs. He guided his cock towards the lubed and stretched ass.  There was
a moment of resistance.

"Relax it.  Just relax, Ri."

And Xander eased it in slowly, letting Riley get used to it, before he
started to move in and out, trying to hit the spot that had made Graham
growl. He found it.  Riley's head jerked up in a silent moan.  He slowly
let it back down and moaned in time to Xander's thrusts.

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When the phone rang again, Xander reached over and unplugged it from the
wall, then let his hand return to caressing Riley's shoulder as he
resumed slowly moving in and out of the prostrate, panting ex-commando,
letting himself be mesmerized by the low, purring moans coming from the
marine.