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Xander did know exactly how that felt, having lost many people from his home and bed on the island. It wasn't a pleasant feeling and he really did feel sorry for Alcuin, which only made him want to help more. At least...as much as he could.

He gave Alcuin an amused smile as he patiently waited for Helen to touch him. "Yeah, we do. Empty huts are not fun for anyone. I just wish there was more we could do."

At that flicker of understanding across Xander's expression, Alcuin suddenly missed Rupert so much that it ached.

"You've both been very kind," Alcuin said, and leaned in to kiss Helen's cheek, and then as an afterthought, Xander's as well. "Thank you. Sometimes I forget that I'm not really alone at all."

Saffron smiled as Alcuin kissed her and Xander's cheeks. It was good to help people, she thought. And then suddenly, a booze-powered lightbulb went off in her head.

Saffron had never had any illusions as to what she was best at. She'd never hesitated to use her abilities for her own gain, never hesitated to use them to help others either. It was a certain special kind of assistance she provided; she'd even helped Xander, years ago and before either of them even suspected where they'd be now. She was especially good at a great many things, but with this, she was at her best. And right then, sitting in her boyfriend's lap and across from what had to be one of the most beautiful guys she'd ever laid eyes on, Saffron was also quite possibly more drunk than she'd ever been.

Being really drunk had always made Saffron more promiscuous. But lately, now that she was in her first monogamous relationship in something like a decade, it seemed to make her tend towards her old ways, when it came to sex, and how she used to quite enjoy a good threesome. She used to be just fine with sharing, for the most part, and apparently being shitfaced made sharing sound like a good idea again.

"Alcuin, honey, would you ess - excr - exqu - sit tight, we'll be right back," she said, finally slurring a little, as she stood and yanked on Xander's hand to get him to stand up with her. "Baby, can I talk to you inside for just a second?"

Xander himself just flushed slightly at the kiss from Alcuin but gave him a kind smile of thanks in return.

And then he was completely surprised when he was suddenly being yanked around by his very drunk girlfriend. He gave her a worried frown before standing and given Alcuin an apologetic look. “Umm…we’ll be right back, I guess.” He managed to say before he was pulled into the hut where he turned to Helen. “Okay, what’s going on?” Was that her scheming look in her eyes? The one that usually scared him on a good day and now when she was drunk? He was a bit terrified of what she was thinking but he patiently listened.

Alcuin looked a bit startled when Helen pulled him away, but he was always always obedient and polite, and took a seat on the porch, looking out toward the nature surrounding them... and to his credit, did not even attempt to eavesdrop.

Saffron pulled Xander inside, trying not to be too unsteady on her feet, and kept on pulling until they were in their bedroom, standing beside the beautiful canopy bed they shared. "Honey," she said, looking up at him steadily as she could, her hands resting at his waist to anchor her. "Alcuin's our friend, right? And he's lonely, and hurting. I can tell."

She paused to lean in, raising slightly up onto the balls of her feet to kiss him, which resulted in her clutching handfuls of his shirt at his sides so she didn't fall over. "I think we should help him," she said, and as she spoke, she glanced over at their bed.

Xander racked his brain, trying to think of what in the world Helen could be getting at. He caught the glance at the bed and gave her a confused look. "You...want him to stay with us?"

He honestly had no idea.

Saffron nodded, giving Xander her best drunken approximation of the sweet and wide-eyed look she tended to give him when she wanted him to say yes to something. "Just for tonight," she said. "He needs company, a certain...kind of company, and I think you and I can give that to him, tonight."

She paused, tried to study his expression to see if he understood what she meant. "Do you know what I mean?"

At that look, Xander groaned. He’d yet to not give in to that look and the drunken version was even more pathetic.

But he still couldn’t quite believe what she was saying. It wasn’t anything she’d ever suggested before. “You…you want us to sleep with him? Are you sure?” It wasn’t like Xander hadn’t thought what it would be like to sleep with Alcuin. His friend was stunning, but they’d both fallen in love and it seemed to not be meant to be. And he hadn’t thought about sleeping with anyone in months, not since he’d moved in with Helen. This…this was a lot to think about all of a sudden.

"Listen to me," Saffron said as she took Xander's face in her hands, as if he had been doing anything but that very thing. "I love you. With all my heart, and soul. You're the only one for me, for - to have the sharing of my life with. You know that, right?"

She didn't give him a chance to answer before she continued. "But there's a comfort he needs, one we can give him, it's a certain - he needs it." She huffed out a breath, frustrated by how her state of inebriation wasn't letting her be as eloquent as she would have liked. "Yes, I'm sure. But only if you are, too."

Xander had been listening to, and looking at, her very intently throughout this whole surreal conversation that he still couldn't quite believe they were having. "Of course I know that. And I love you more then anything." He said in confirmation, because he felt it needed to be said before he could continue.

Eloquent or not, her words were still attempting to go right over him. But if there was one thing Xander knew, was the need to do something to comfort a friend in need. "Yes..." He said softly before repeating himself in a more confident manner. "Yes. I'm sure."

"Okay," Saffron replied, her thumbs running lightly back and forth over his cheeks. She nodded, then leaned in to kiss him tenderly. "Okay. Let's go ask him, then."

She released Xander's face and took his hand instead as she turned toward the door, trying not to lose her balance in the process. Once they were outside, she took them right over in front of where Alcuin was sitting, releasing Xander's hand only after she'd hung on as she knelt in front of Alcuin, Xander's steadying grip keeping her from falling over.

"Alcuin, we have something we'd like to ask you," she started, her hands moving to rest just above his knees. Saffron took as steady a breath as she could, and mustered all the focus available to her addled brain so she could make what was undoubtedly going to be the most coherent speech she would give that night.

"I'm not a servant of your Naamah, but I'm trained to see things," she explained, knowing he would understand what she meant. "I see a need in you, and I think there's something can be done to ease it a while, offer a little refuge." She paused, took one of his hands in hers. "Xander and I have a very nice bed, very spacious and comfortable. And if you're willing, we'd like for you to join us there, for tonight, and we'll see what we can do for you."

While Xander still wasn't quite convinced this was a good idea, he was willingly to go along with it. The worst thing that could happen would be that Alcuin would say now. If he said yes...well, it would be interesting but Xander certainly didn't have it in him to say no.

When Helen knelt, Xander switched his hold to her shoulders, helping her to stay steady as she spoke to Alcuin.

While Xander didn't see things quite the way they did, he did see things as well. Granted, his view tended be a bit more innocent then theirs, he couldn't deny the want to help a friend in need. "Really, Alcuin, we want to help. It would be our pleasure." He said, as reassuring as he could.

Alcuin looked a bit startled when Helen knelt in front of him, and it was clear as well from his expression that he had not been expecting what followed.

He looked at them both for a moment, and then finally asked, a bit hesitantly, "Do... you want me?"

It was important to him. As lonely as he was... he needed to be desired, not pitied.

By way of an answer, Saffron leaned forward, releasing Alcuin's hand so she could cup his face in a way very similar to what she'd been doing with Xander just moments before, and yet so different.

"Yes," she said softly, then leaned in to kiss him, and took her time with it.

Xander watched Helen kiss Alcuin and while his heart twinged for a moment, he couldn’t help but find the sight beautiful as well. Before the kiss even ended, Xander reached out and set his hand on Alcuin’s shoulder, so when they did break away, the other man would look up at him. “Yeah, yeah we do Alcuin.”

Then it was his turn to lean in a kiss his lonely friend.

The kiss from Helen was sweet, and Alcuin parted his lips instinctively and leaned into it, and then when Xander's lips were offered to him as well, he opened himself up even farther to it. Desire sparked inside him.

He was, in truth, unsure as to why they were making this offer, and he hoped that it was in the spirit of desire, and love, and not pity. But unsure thought he was, he could not find it in himself to question.

"It would honor me to join your bed," he said softly when the kiss with Xander broke.

"Then come inside," Saffron said, after she'd taken a moment to appreciate the view she'd just had.

She took hold of Xander's arm so he could pull her to her feet, then reached out with her other hand when she was standing so she could take back Alcuin's hand and lead him along with them. She wanted to touch more, to kiss, to seek out bare skin, and to watch, but she settled for clutching a hand and an arm until they were back in the bedroom.

Pity was the last thing on Xander's mind. He loved Helen more then he could stand and he had an intense desire to for Alcuin, a desire to comfort his friend who sorely needed it.

Xander gladly pulled Helen up and then when Alcuin stood to join them, he touched his shoulders for a moment in support before following Helen into their bedroom. Then he bit his lip, as the realization that he had no idea what to do, and that he was probably the least experienced person in this situation, hit him.

How does someone start a threesome?

Alcuin could see that Xander was unsure, and when he stood there between them, he thought back to the times he had done this in Terre d'Ange, with patrons. He said with quiet solemnity, "This is not about my coming between you, I can be a conduit for your desire for each other."

Saffron smiled softly, hanging on to both men probably a little more than was necessary as a way to keep herself from swaying or stumbling. "Don't worry about coming between us," she assured Alcuin, sweeping a hand over that amazing white hair of his as the other clutched at Xander, keeping him close. "No one could do that. Not unless we put you there."

She kissed him again, then, slow and sweet. "Let me see the two of you together," she said, stepping back so Xander and Alcuin could come closer to each other.

At Alcuin's concern, Xander just gave him a bashful smile. "That's not what I'm worried about. You are just as much an equal part of this as we are." He paused then admitted. "I just don't know where to start."

Thankfully even drunk, Helen was patient and knew exactly what he needed. Xander gave her a thankful kiss on the cheek before turning completely to Alcuin to kiss him again, his hands moving just to rest on his hips for now.

Alcuin relaxed into the kiss with Xander, bringing one hand up to cup his face and deepening it just a touch. He had kissed Xander before, but it had hardly been real at all, and this was. It was a nice kiss, sweet.

"I think this is a good place to start," he said softly when it broke.

There were some condoms left over, Saffron knew, and though they were in no rush, she took the moment while Xander and Alcuin were kissing to go and discreetly take out two of them, setting them on the bedside table for when they would eventually be needed.

By the time Alcuin spoke again, she had rejoined them, moving to stand behind Xander. She slid her hands up his sides, beneath his shirt, prompting him to pull it off.

It was different, kissing Alcuin. Yes they had kissed before but it had been so long since he'd kissed anyone but Helen. It wasn't bad, just different, and after a moment, he began to really enjoy it.

So much so that he made a soft noise when they broke apart. Soft noises at the familiar hands that came from behind him. With all the skill he'd learned in his years at the club, he stripped off the shirt and got rid of it without moving from between the two of them. Then he returned the favor, hand moving to Alcuin's shirt, wanting to not be the only one half naked.