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Helen had been topside from the horrible place for a few days and Xander's heart had finally stopped racing whenever she was out of his sight. Granted, he wasn't too happy that she was out at the Club drinking with Luthor, why was it always Luthor, but at least she knew she was safe. And while he didn't get the drinking, he knew this was something they needed to do.

But it did give him the chance to work on a few personal projects that he'd neglected in his worry and then in his reunion with Helen. So there he sat on the porch, forming a piece of wood in his hand with one of his woodworking tools, waiting for her to come home to him.

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Not one to disobey when Helen wanted something, Xander quickly dropped his boxers and kicked them to the side.

He kissed the back of Helen's neck again, his hands down their sides, just watching for the moment, ready to take any cues they wanted to give. He was slowly getting more comfortable with the situation but he didn't mind waiting for a clue as to the next step.

Alcuin intuiting that they would not mind if he took a bit of initiative, he slid his hands down Helen's sides as well, crossing over Xander's. And then continued lower... dropping to his knees in front of her as he did so. He bent his head and pressed his lips to her stomach as he trailed his fingertips down her hips.

Initiative was always welcomed as far as Saffron was concerned, and she let out a happy, aroused sigh as Alcuin went to his knees before her. A shiver of pleasure went through her as his lips made contact with her bare skin, and her hips twitched toward him, just a little.

There was no way she was about to forget her boyfriend's presence behind her, though, and she leaned back against him then, her hands sliding over what bare skin she could reach back and touch.

He couldn't help it, Xander watched Alcuin on his knees over Helen's shoulder, perfectly entranced. It was quite the erotic sight after all, something he never could have dreamed up in his best daydreams back in Sunnydale. Granted, there was a lot about the island that fell into the category but this definitely counted.

When Helen leaned back, Xander just took her in his arms, holding her close as he went back to kissing up her neck to her jaw, before nuzzling into her hair. Giving her sweet touches to match Alcuin's erotic.

Alcuin took Helen's soft sigh as approval for his course of action, and he kissed her stomach again, lower this time, and then bent his head even farther, catching the inside of her thigh.

And then very, very carefully, reverently, as he brushed his lips again to her hip, he brushed one finger between her legs.

There was nothing but approval coming from Saffron, in everything from the lines of her body as she leaned back against Xander and pushed her hips subtly toward Alcuin, to the way her eyes fluttered shut as Alcuin's and Xander's touches spread sweet warmth all through her.

Through the haziness of her mind, the pleasure and desire cut clean and made her only want more. There was only this, arousal and contact and lust, mingled with the desperate and ever-present love for the man behind her, all of it softened and made easy from the influence of so much alcohol in her system.

In a way it was strange, a bit like an out of body experience, to watch Helen in this state without him being the direct cause. Xander was fascinated and he took the opportunity to touch and kiss her in ways he'd always wanted to in this moment, but was too distracted to do usually.

Not that he didn't think it would be, but the sight and sounds lived up to expectation, surpassed them really. And once again, he couldn't believe this beautiful, amazing woman was his. Only his.

Well, usually.

Alcuin thought of how he'd once learned to perform this act, by reading books, and from instruction from Cecelie in nothing but words and diagrams.

He bent his head to dip his tongue into her depths, finding almost immediately Naamah's pearl.

The touch of Alcuin's tongue drew a soft, shuddering moan from Saffron and she pushed back against Xander, her hips shaking a little as she fought not to jerk them forward. It was no surprise that he was good, very good, and Saffron was nearly overwhelmed already by the overflow of sensation brought on by both men. Biting her lower lip, she sighed and reached one hand up and behind her to tangle in Xander's hair.

Helen jerking back against him caused a low moan to erupt from Xander, who had to pause the kisses he was softly dropping down her neck.

Of course he was excited by everything and Little Xander was more then standing at attention. Her leaning back into it was a bit much as he fought the same impulse she was about moving his hips.

After taking a deep breath, or as deep as he could given the situation which was not very deep breath friendly, he leaned into the hand in his hair and used it to ground himself. This was about her right now and soon enough, he was backing to kiss every inch he could find of her jaw, neck and shoulders.

Alcuin continued with exactly what he was doing, flicking his tongue in a practiced way and after a moment adding a finger to his ministrations. It was his full intention to bring her to release, as it seemed a good way to begin.

The way Alcuin was working her, all consummate skill, it wasn't going to take long for Saffron to get there. She moaned again, whispered their names as she was brought through exquisite pleasure into her release.

Xander was solid and sure behind her, her anchor, her foundation, and she never wanted his lips to leave her skin. Her state of inebriation only served to help her focus on the moment, and there was only the sensations that filled her to overflowing, until she felt like she would burst.

It might have been an eternity, or it might have been a minute, for all Saffron knew, but when she climaxed, it was powerful, and she cried out in Chinese as her back arched.

Xander knew what was coming, felt it in every fiber of his being and it was almost like an out of body experience to watch it happen without being the direct cause. It was honestly one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen.

And as her back arched, his arms stopped their exploration of her skin to just settled around her and hold on to her.

Alcuin waited for Helen's body to still, and then gently dropped a kiss to her inner thigh before pulling himself to his feet.

"You are beautiful in your pleasure," he said softly.

The moment Alcuin was standing, Saffron flung out an arm and pulled him in, her other hand still clamped around Xander's hip. She kissed him by way of response, taking her time with it as her arm curled around Alcuin's shoulders.

She was very aware of Xander's erection pressed against her back, and it served to rouse her passion again, the sated feeling of her release passing quickly into desire for whatever came next. For a moment, she had to fight the urge to simply turn and whisper for him to make love to her, as she would have done if they were alone together. Tonight, though, was not about the two of them. Tonight was for them to join with Alcuin, to give him what comfort and ease and pleasure they could provide.

Saffron was slightly breathless as the kiss ended, her smile rather hazy, but she managed to retain a little of her finesse. She subtly eased herself out from between the two men, moving around to stand behind Alcuin, and touched her hand lightly to his hip in a subtle prompt he probably didn't even need to close the gap she'd left.

Throughout it all, Xander just held onto her, waiting and watching patiently. It was a beautiful sight to see, even as a small twinge of possessiveness curled in his belly. But he just reminded himself that this was for Alcuin and it was quickly banished.

But then, Helen wasn't between them anymore and Xander couldn't help an automatic bashful smile. "I hope this is alright?" He asked before leaning in to give Alcuin a soft, exploring kiss.

Oh, it was certainly all right, and Alcuin kissed him back sweetly in response to that question, sliding a hand lightly onto Xander's waist, and reaching behind him with his other hand to grasp one of Helen's hands.

It felt so good to feel cared for, to feel wanted. And he moaned softly when he felt the surge of desire from the proximity of Xander's body, their arousals brushing together as they kissed.

Saffron curled her hand into Alcuin's, the other reaching past him to touch Xander from where she stood behind Alcuin, up close against him. She kissed softly along Alcuin's shoulders, pressing forward to use him for balance as she worked her way across soft skin. Her other hand reached blindly, grasping for the familiar feel of Xander's bare skin, even as she kept up what she was doing to Alcuin.

As he felt Helen's searching hand, Xander caught it in his own and gripped it tightly, using to ground himself in the moment. His other traced along Alcuin's shoulder and sides, gently exploring the body pressed against him.

"What do you want, Alcuin? This is for you..." He said softly when the kiss broke.

Happy where she was for the moment, enjoying the feel of Alcuin's bare skin against hers, Saffron didn't say anything, just squeezed Xander's hand and waited for Alcuin to answer.

Seeming almost surprised by the question, Alcuin faltered a bit before speaking. "I... I do not deign to know what the two of you might be comfortable with," he finally said. "Truly this is so much already, if anything it would please me most to fulfill some desire of yours."

Xander could only smile at Alcuin's answer. "Our desire is to help you feel better and that there are people here on the island who care about you." He wasn't sure he was the best one to take charge of this situation but there was one decision he could make. "How about we move to the bed for starters?"

"Always a good place to start," Saffron said softly in agreement, backing away from Alcuin and keeping Xander's hand in hers as she took hold of Alcuin's hand with the other and led the two of them over, maneuvering subtly to allow the two men to get onto the bed first.

Alcuin slid onto the bed first, his body arranging artfully even without him consciously thinking about it.

Xander watched Alcuin get on the bed ahead of him and admired the way he could look so alluring without even thinking about it. Even on stage sometimes still, Xander felt his movements were clunky and forced. He chuckled more to himself as he laid down next to him. "You are so effortless at this. I wish I was more like that."