"Good morning."

As Xander's mind registered the gentle but happy voice, his body registered the brief cold of the blankets being lifted and replaced by the warm press of another body. Xander opened his eyes and found himself looking straight into Will's, just inches away.

He parted his lips to speak, but got a mouthful of Will's tongue instead. For a moment, he was lost in the kiss and in the morning ritual, hands roaming from sharp shoulder blades to narrow waist.

Then the previous night came flooding back.

It was like the time Miss Scotts, the P.E. teacher, opened the closet door on him and Cordy and - okay that was even more disturbing to think about with a mouth full of William's tongue -

That tasted like Spike's tongue -

Which Xander really shouldn't be thinking about. "Stop!"

He got his hands around William's biceps and pushed him up - panting - and registered the stunned flicker in William's eyes before he had to look away.

"W - we have to stop. This. I'm no good for - I can't - I'm not - " he elaborated and licked his lips.

He did not let go of Will.

"Xander...your grip hurts."

Xander let go quickly, dropping Will onto his chest with a thud that knocked the air from their lungs and left Will in the throes of a brief coughing fit that had Xander rubbing and stroking his back mindlessly before either registered it. "Sorry," Xander said. He didn't stop rubbing.

He licked his lips again.

He stopped rubbing.

"I kissed Spike." Xander blurted it out and kept not looking at Will. Yep. Not looking at Will was a really good idea. "I'm so fucking sorry and I'll get it if you don't want anything to do with me. And I'm not kicking you out. God. I won't touch you. I'll leave you alone and - "

And the problem with not looking at a person lying on top of you was that you didn't get any warning before that person's teeth started nibbling at your neck or before that person's hand reached down to squeeze your -

"Jesus, Will. Wait!" Xander's hand darted down and grabbed Will's wrist from where - in spite of the circumstances - it was arousing significant interest. "Did you hear what I just said?"

"Yes." William's other hand slid up under Xander's tee shirt and Xander twisted to catch and hold that wrist in his other hand.

"I kissed Spike."

"I know."

"You know?" And maybe it was time to look at Will after all, because there was no way his expression could match the chipper tone of his voice.

"I saw you."

"You saw us? Christ, Will, I'm so sorry. I swear, I don't even know how it happened. It was just - "

"Xander. You don't have to explain. This isn't a bad thing. But do you think you could let go of my hands?"

Xander eyed William warily, confused. "If I let go, are you going to go all Russian-fingers-Roman-hands on me again?"

Xander hadn't even known Will had a shameless smile until Will flashed it at that moment. "Quite possibly."

"Then I'm not letting go. You need to listen to me, Will. What happened last night - it wasn't the first time."

William frowned. "It wasn't?"

"No. The second night you were in the hospital, we came back here and - "

"Really? That long ago?"

Xander nodded miserably and shuddered all over when the cool hand he held to his chest began to stroke. "He - I woke up and we - needed and that's no excuse. I'm not saying it excuses me. There's no excuse and I didn't think it'd happen again but it did happen again and - "

Xander didn't have an extra hand to stop Will's mouth which effectively muffled the rest of his words with lips and tongue and a scrape of teeth that left Xander speechless long enough for Will to say, "If I'd known, I'd never have waited this long."

Xander stared at Will.

Will looked back at Xander with a gaze that smoldered.

And speech was so not coming back at that point - which was a good thing for Xander because William wasn't done kissing him and apparently nibbling Xander's neck made his hands go nerveless because he let go of William's wrists and those hands went back to what they'd been doing before and all he could do was moan and promise to atone later because it felt so good now and who knew Will had below-the-belt talents too, but talents they were and -

Then William stopped.

*Bastard.*

Wait.

Back up.

Xander had wanted him to stop but he was fuzzy around the details. "What?"

It wasn't the perfect response but it'd do.

"I said: If I'd known, I'd never have waited this long."

"Okaaay. That's what I heard you say, but - huh?"

"It makes perfect sense if you think about it."

"Maybe if you think about. When I think about it, I get no sense, just a whole lot of guilt and confusion and - "

"There's really no need - "

"No - ? He's your brother, Will. And I'm not even sure I like him."

"But you do want him?"

"No! Yes. Maybe. I don't know. We just - it keeps happening - "

"And do you want me?"

Xander knew the answer to that one. "Yes. I do. I really do. God, Will, so much. That's why I don't - "

"It's not an either/or, Xander. It can't be. We're a matched set, Spike and I. A package deal. You have to be ready to take us both."

More silent staring.

"You can't mean that literally."

"Well, I'm not sure where precisely Spike stands on the top-bottom issue, so you two will have to work that out, but otherwise, I mean it quite literally. And I'm hoping you'll take me very soon."

And the movement of Will's hands on his body resumed, backing up that statement and making it hard to think again - didn't the brain need blood running to it to think or something like that? - and, okay, blood so diverted. Xander struggled to continue to process this information on a pitiful trickle of O positive.

"So us... taking it slow. It's never been about you being a virgin, has it?"

Will's lips quirked. "Well, I am a virgin. But it's not as if I haven't known what I wanted."

Xander let that sink in, wondered. "Does Spike know what you want?"

Will cocked his head. He looked at the closed bedroom door, considered. "He's slow - but he'll figure it out."

"You can't mean - "

"But I do."

"You and him - ?"

"No. But we share, you know? Love can't be an exception."

"Whoa. Whoa. Back up. Love?"

William gave Xander that look and he melted - then swallowed very nervously.

"I'm still asleep. I'm still asleep, right? And this is one of those Penthouse dreams, only with naughty twin guys and - "

Xander moaned. Lips shutting him up worked just as well when they were William's lips on his as they did when they were his lips on Spike's and - "I'm so fucking confused."

"Do you want me?" William asked again.

"God yes."

William kissed across Xander's jaw and wriggled down until he was nestled against Xander and, with a full-body shock, Xander realized Will had pushed his sleeping pants down and somehow gotten Xander's open and his foot thumped down onto the worn carpet, making more room for Will.

"Do you trust me?" William was shaking again - and this time it had nothing to do with cold, hunger or illness.

It took several moments for William's words to make sense because the kisses around the rim of his ear weren't doing Xander's higher brain functions any favors. "Yes," he croaked.

"Then there's nothing to be confused about and the rest will work itself out." William wiggled his hips and, yes, both their cocks were naked down there. Not to mention hard and getting along just fine. "Now are you going to help me out here or do I have to do all the work?"

And, Jesus, Xander could picture that. Lying back on the couch, his hands behind his head, with a gloriously naked William perched over him. Will reaching down to run his hot little hands over Xander's cock, hardening it, slipping on the condom, slicking it, making Xander ready. Will lifting himself, then sinking down, so warm, so tight...

So not going to work with a virgin. Xander needed time. Time to prepare Will, to stretch him on Xander's fingers and stimulate his prostate until it became more painful for Will to be empty than to be filled.

Xander needed time and space and lube and condoms. And a bed and some privacy. And some blood flow to his brain wouldn't hurt either.

But he didn't have any of that.

And that would mean Will stopping that slow wriggle against him and that was so not part of Xander's plan, no way. Not that he had a plan. He was plan-free and lovin' it.

Except -

Except that -

Xander acknowledged the deep stupidity of doing the honorable thing and spoke. "Will, I - I really don't think we want to do this now. Not on a couch with your brother in the next room."

Will lifted his head and smiled at Xander. "There will be no sex had on the couch with Spike asleep in the next room."

Xander sighed in relief and then tensed again as a thought occurred to him. "Oh god. You're not going to say we should go in there and have Spike join in, are you?"

William stared at Xander with an expression of amused disbelief.

"It's not like the question's so far-fetched at this point!"

And another bone-melting look - the kind that made Xander wonder which brother was the evil twin.

And then William moved again and thinking got hard. Other things stayed hard.

"I said 'soon', not now. Maybe not even today - and not with Spike. Ahhhh - just this. Just this for now." William gasped, shuddering with new sensation, need. "Trust - trust me."

Honor satisfied, Xander gave up on thinking. His boyfriend - his beautiful and amazingly forgiving - or kinky, kinky was a possibility - boyfriend was half naked, rocking against him in a way that made Xander really not want to waste blood on silly things like thinking and -

And the one thing Xander got was that he wanted Will and Will wanted him - and if somehow Spike fit into that -

Will had found the lotion Xander kept stashed under the couch and this was no time to get embarrassed about the boyfriend finding the wanking supplies when said boyfriend was using them in a way that made Xander glad, glad, glad to be a gay guy with a day off work.

He'd be a thinky gay guy later, once Will returned his brain to him via his cock.