Title: Hide With Me
Author: Soft Princess ( sofy_slashnuts@hotmail.com )
Website: www.buffybrotherhood.com/theisland
Date: January 2003

Pairing: Riley/Graham (only at the beginning),
Xander/Graham
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: End of season four.
Disclaimer: The characters, places and settings of
BtVS are not mine and I
have no intentions of making money out of them. Only
the other original
characters are completely mine and the plot too.
Archive: list archives, for sure, anyone else, please
just ask.

Summary: Graham must learn to love again after being
mistreated by Riley.

Author's Notes: A hard start, I know, but I promise a
happy and fluffy
ending. I swear. I'm sorry for all Riley lovers out
there, this, in no way,
is a Riley bashing story, but I admit that it's not a
nice story for the
character. I'm sorry. The bunny wanted it that way,
Graham needed to be hurt
by Riley so that Xander could coddle him.

WARNING: semi-consensual sex, some light dom/sub
themes between Riley and
Graham at the beginning, rape (i.e. NON-consensual
sex), court martial,
psychiatrist, lots of stuff. *grin*

Thanks: a GREAT thanks to both Siege and Poodle for
their awesome help with
this fic. You are both wonderful. Thanks to Helen for
the quick beta.

Dedication: Happy birthday CJ!! *hugs* *hands prezzie*
Here it is, really
really hope you enjoy it. Wrote my first Xander/Graham
just for you. *grin*

***

Prologue: Enslaving

"Graham?" Riley entered his friend's room as he
returned from a classified
meeting. Those meetings always left him tired and
'wanting'. Since Maggie
Walsh's death, there had been so many of these endless
meetings, trying to
decide what would happen to the remaining Initiative
soldiers stationed in
Sunnydale and as well as at the base.

"I'm here." Graham answered, entering the room behind
Riley, a towel around
his waist. "I'm just out of the shower." He added,
pointedly looking down at
the water dripping over his bare chest before meeting
Riley's eyes.

Riley's eyes glinted in the dim light as he stared at
the semi-naked man.
Graham caught the look and his throat dried up; the
cold chill that swept
over him wasn't due to his damp skin. He knew what
Riley liked and quickly
closed the door, then returned to kneel at Riley's
feet, the towel falling
to the floor.

Riley looked down and smiled coldly. "I'm waiting…
Good boy." He said,
pulling off his shirt as Graham unfastened his belt.

Graham whimpered silently and closed his eyes against
the harsh truth. It
was happening
again.

Flashback

"Riley, I think you‘ve had enough." Graham said
gently, as he tried to take
the beer out of Riley's hands. His tenth one. "It's no
use, Ri."

"That bitch." Riley slurred as he glared at his
friend. "Give me my beer
back. M'not done drinking."

"Yes, you are." Graham insisted, taking his friend's
hand and helping him
up. "I'm taking you back to the house. You need..."

Riley interrupted him. "What I need is to get laid.
Hell, I'd settle for a
good blow job, but my girlfriend won't even give me
that. What's a man to do
when his girl isn't satisfying him? Huh? I mean,
what's the idea of having a
girlfriend if you don't get some?" He looked at Graham
thoughtfully. "You
never had a girlfriend, Gray. How the hell do you do
it?"

Graham frowned. "Do what?"

"Live without getting any." Riley replied, leering.

Graham shrugged his shoulders. "I *do* get some." He
said. "But you're not
interested in knowing how." He finished, muttering, as
they left the club
and got into Graham's car. The brunette had only had
one beer, so driving
wouldn't be a problem.

Riley settled in the passenger seat and buckled his
belt in a fit of drunken
laughter. "So, if you do get some, lemme guess… you
get the boys." Happy
with what he thought was an obvious joke, Riley
laughed loudly. Graham only
quirked his eyebrow at him and looked back on the
road. "Oh My God." Riley
said, stopping his laughter for a moment. "You do! My
best friend's a
queer!"

Graham rubbed his forehead with his left hand. He
could deal with this, yes
he could.

"You're gay! Gray! What the hell is wrong with you?"
Riley exclaimed yet
again, as they pulled up in front of the house and
Graham helped his friend
out of the car. "You're a fucking sissy! I can't
fucking believe it. My best
friend's a goddamn queer!"

Graham was very glad that all of the men were already
asleep; Riley's voice
echoed off the walls fairly loudly. After what seemed
like an eternity, he
finally opened Riley's door and pushed the laughing
and insulting young man
in. Riley hadn't stopped laughing, nor his litany of
name calling during the
time it had taken them to walk from the front door up
to Riley's room.

"Prick. You like pricks." Riley kept repeating as he
collapsed on the bed.

Graham sighed and looked away. "Look Ri, if we are
going to have this
conversation, I would prefer it if you weren't drunk."
Graham was suddenly
afraid that Riley would never accept his preferences.
But he needed his
friend to understand. He had known he was gay since
high school and had had
a few affairs with some of the guys on campus, but
nothing had ever come of
it. It was only sex and he only ever wanted it to be
sex. But with Riley it
was different. He was different. Graham had an
unfortunate tendency to fall
in love with his friends. He never meant to, but it
always seemed to happen.
That was why he had very few male friends; usually
moving on when he
realized he'd become too attached. Riley was no
exception. But contrary to
the others, Graham hadn't turned away from him when he
had realized it. He
had stayed and tried to keep his feelings toward Riley
at bay; but as time
passed, it was proving more difficult a task than he
had thought.

Riley rolled his eyes. "There's no conversation to be
had, Gray. You're a
queer and lets face it, I want a blow job. Think you
can help me with that
buddy?" He leered at his friend.

Graham's heart beat slightly faster at Riley's
proposition. It was
inappropriate and rude, but oh God, a small part of
him thrilled at the
possibility of touching Riley's flesh, of acting out
some of his wildest
fantasies. Graham shook his head, trying to clear his
thoughts. "You're
delirious Riley. You have no idea what you're asking."

Riley rolled his eyes yet again, slightly annoyed.
"Sure I do Gray." He
reached out his hand and traced his friend's mouth
with shaking fingers.
"You've got a pretty mouth. I would love to see it
wrapped around my hard
cock." He grabbed his friend's hand. "Want to see how
pretty my cock is?"

Graham gulped and tried to take his hand away but
Riley held him tight. The
brunette knew that if he really wanted to, he could
get out of his friend's
grasp, but Graham didn't want to move. He struggled
briefly with what he
should do and what he wanted to do. And he wanted to
touch Riley - he knew
this might be his only chance to be with the man who
meant so much to him.
Graham knew he needed to pull away now, let Riley
sleep it off. This was so
wrong, taking advantage of his friend while he was
drunk, letting Riley use
him, it was bad, it was… oh god.

"Feel this?" Riley asked huskily, as he placed
Graham's hand on his denim
covered crotch. All of Graham's good intentions flew
south, along with his
blood - his breath caught in his throat as Riley
thrust up against his palm.
"All hard and ready for you to take." Riley whispered
huskily. With his free
hand, Riley reached for his zipper and pulled it down,
freeing his cock from
it's prison. "I bet you've jacked off a coupla times,
thinking about my
dick. You like that, don't ya Gray. You like making me
all hard and hot?"
Riley asked, placing Graham's hand back over his
pulsing flesh.

Riley thrust into Graham's hand again. "Betcha want to
taste, huh?" He said,
huskily. Graham whimpered and looked up at Riley's
smiling face, before
staring back down at his friend's cock pressed into
his hand, precum leaving
a sticky trail against his palm whenever Riley thrust
upward.

Panting, Graham couldn't take his eyes away from
Riley's cock, circling his
hand around the thick hardness that was SO inviting.

"Take my pants off, Gray." Riley ordered huskily, his
head falling back on
the pillow and his hand letting go of Graham‘s. "I
know you want it. I'm so
hard Graham. S'all your fault, you make me so hot." He
whispered before
adding: "Show me what you can do buddy."

Rational thoughts had fled Graham's mind at the sight,
feel and sound of
Riley hard against him, asking for him. Ri wanted him.

Not thinking twice, as he should have, Graham lowered
Riley's pants and
threw them on the floor. He knelt between his friend's
legs and took his
shaft in his right hand, the left one going lower to
cup Riley's balls.
Riley was more likely to regret all of this tomorrow
morning and probably
not want to talk to him anymore. But the brunette
pushed these thoughts
aside. It had already gone too far. He would take
whatever Riley was willing
to give him, especially since it was probably his only
chance of touching
and looking at his friend in such an intimate way.

"Oh fuck," Riley cried out, as he splayed open his
long muscular legs,
offering his hard cock to Graham's attentions. "Oh
God, you know what you're
doing," Riley choked out as his friend's hands started
stroking and
squeezing. "Don't stop Gray, just don't stop." He
muttered.

At Riley's pleasure, a smile played about Graham's
lips. As his friend
mumbled a litany of "don't stops", Graham lowered his
head and licked the
shaft from the bottom up, dipping his tongue into the
head, eliciting more
breathy moans from the man on the bed. Riley's small
gasps of pleasure
played havoc with Graham's arousal - his dick was now
throbbing painfully.
He reached out a hand to his own crotch and rubbed
gently, trying to find
some sort of release, but not wanting to cum just yet.
He then wrapped his
lips around the head of Riley's cock and sucked
gently, before engulfing the
shaft in his mouth and then slowly sliding it out,
before creating a steady
rhythm, taking Riley nearer to the edge. The blonde
was whimpering and
moaning, his head thrashing from side to side, his
hips trying to thrust up
to get more of Graham's mouth. The brunette's hands
stopped what they were
doing and took a hold of Riley's hips, preventing him
from moving. The
noises Ri was making no longer made any sense, but
Graham was sure he heard
his name just as Riley came.

Lightheaded from the feeling of having his best-friend
and long time crush
coming in his mouth, Graham licked the softening
member clean and then
looked up to his friend's face, ready to kiss him for
all he was worth. "Oh
Ri, that was…" He began, leaning his head against
Riley's thigh, as he
stroked himself through his own jeans. He was so hard.
He suddenly stopped
talking as he realized Riley was out cold. He had
fallen into a drunken
sleep and was now snoring.

Graham briefly tasted his friend again, as he
nervously licked his lips,
finally realizing all the implications of what had
just happened. Graham's
smile fell and he sighed. "Guess he was really drunk."
He tenderly brushed
hair from Riley's forehead, before rolling him onto
his side and tucking him
under the covers. "God help me, he's going to hate
me." Graham whispered, as
he quickly gathered his own clothes and stumbled from
the room.

End flashback

That first night had been the beginning of what Graham
had called "their
relationship". One thing the brunette had learned the
next day was that
Riley didn't plan on telling anyone about their
involvement, but he sure as
hell planned to stay involved with Graham. Somewhere
in the back of his
mind, Graham knew that the way Riley treated him was
wrong. He ordered him
around when they were alone, treated him as a friend
or even less of a
friend when they were out with others and the simple
fact that he was still
seeing Buffy and wouldn't tell anyone about their love
affair should have
clued him into the fact that Riley didn't love him.
Yet Graham still kept
hoping that one day, Riley could come to love him. So
he endured, waiting
for that day.

"Mmm, Graham, so good my boy."

Riley's moan brought Graham back to the present.

"I'm coming. Oh yeah, I'm coming Graham, make me cum
my boy. Yeeeah, you're
so good. Ah! Yeah! Good boy! Swallow it all. Yeah,
take it. God!" Riley kept
moaning as he came inside Graham’s mouth. The other
man swallowed every bit
of his friend's cum and finally licked the soft penis
clean.

"Good boy." Riley said once more, as he patted
Graham's head and walked to
the bed. He sat on the edge and looked at the other
man, still on the floor.
"Come sit on the bed Graham."

The other man did as he was told.

"Good." Riley smirked, as he leaned against the
headboard. "Why don't you
sit on your heels, huh? Legs spread, show me your
beautiful dick, Gray."
Riley leered.

Graham took position and started caressing his thighs.
He knew Riley liked
having a show. Slowly and suggestively, Graham's hands
wandered up his
thighs, gently playing with his pubic curls, before
moving upwards,
caressing his torso.

"Good boy. Touch yourself, touch that beautiful dick
of yours for me. Yeah,
take it in your hand, stroke it gently. Good Graham,
so good. You're so
hot." Riley commented, trying to keep himself from
sounding annoyed. He
didn't like to watch Graham touching himself, didn't
like what he felt when
he saw his friend's naked body splayed out before him,
but it was the only
way. The only way to keep Graham from realizing that
this 'relationship'
they had was onesided. "Move your other hand lower,
yeah, that's it. Touch
that beautiful hole of yours. Don't stop stroking your
dick. Good."

Graham shivered as he listened to his friend's
comments. He kept hoping
Riley would touch him, kiss him, fuck him, but he knew
his friend wasn't
ready yet. Riley still had a long way to go before he
admitted to himself
that he was gay, Graham understood and he would wait.
He had no problems
with waiting, but he still hoped Riley would finally
touch him. For now,
though, he would take what Riley gave him, and if
touching himself was
turning Riley on, then so be it, Graham would keep
touching himself.

"Come on Graham, yeah, fuck yourself. That's it,
finger that tight little
hole of yours."

Graham moaned as he pushed his fingers inside his hole
and started thrusting
them in and out, his other hand still stroking his
cock. He was so close.

"That's it Graham. Yeah. Cum, cum for me." Riley
sighed inwardly. Hopefully,
Graham would do as he was told so that Riley could get
dressed and leave.
Buffy was waiting for him.

Graham shuddered, as he felt his orgasm building up
and ripping through him.
"Oh God, Riley!" He moaned,as he shook with release.
Finally spent, he fell
on the bed, at Riley's side. He wrapped one arm around
his friend's torso
and, finding enough courage, he kissed Riley's
shoulder.

Feeling Graham's arm around him, Riley knew this was
going too far. He
jumped as Graham's lips came into contact with his
shoulder. He sat up,
disentangling himself from the loose embrace and
reached for his pants.

Graham forced himself not to sigh in disappointment,
but he couldn't keep
himself from saying: "Riley? I think… I think we need
to talk."

"Talk about what Gray? We've got nothing to talk
about." Riley answered
putting his shirt back on and not even bothering to
turn back to face his
friend. "I'm going to see Buffy. We're going to the
Bronze tonight, don't
wait up for me." He said coldly, just as he pulled on
his shoes and left the
room, slamming the door shut.

***

TBC

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