For you two (TFATF/XXX-Crossover)

I felt strange while I took the few steps into the bathroom. The shower inside was already turned on, I could hear it.

But damn, what do you say to someone after something like this? 'Hey Dom, nice to see you'? 'Let's get back to bed, boy'? 'Why the hell do you behave like this'? Shit. I honestly didn't know what to say or how to say it.

I pushed the bathroom door open. Dom was standing in the shower with his back to me, leaning to one of the walls with his shoulder, hands running over his face. One last look of mine back to the bed and Xander - who just nodded encouraging - and I stepped into the bath, into the shower, and wrapped my arms around Dom.



"Dominic..." I said, "what's up?"

"Nothing..." He muttered to the wall.

"Don't 'nothing' me. Talk to me." I insisted.

"Just feels a bit strange to see how... acquainted you and Xander are, that's all."



He turned around, took my face into his hands.



"You know," he said, "it may sound strange, but back then, when you were alone with Verone, I wasn't as scared as I am now. I just think..." He shook his head, "well, maybe I'm just making this up, but it seems you and Xander might have more in common that you and I."

"What, just because he and I get along quite well in bed? Oh fuck it." I laughed. "This was your idea, Dominic. And now you're disappointed because I don't hang over you drooling all the time and simply ignore him? As far as I know you should be perfectly aware how he can be. It's not like so that just I had sex with him, right?"

"Right." He gritted his teeth. "I'm a bit disappointed, though."



"And what could you possibly be disappointed about?" Xander said from the door to which he was leaning. "Are you more disappointed about the fact that she shows some preferences you didn't bother to find out about in the time you so far had with her? Or are you perhaps also a bit jealous because this time I find one of your women interesting enough to spend more time with her than with you, trying to figure out what she is capable of or interested in?"



"Dunno. Perhaps it's about those... marks all over her body." Dom hissed and turned his back on me again. I just stared at Xander open mouthed and shook my head as a warning - which he, of course, totally ignored while he squeezed himself into the shower, which basically was already full with Dom and me in it.

I felt shoved aside, which I actually was; and couldn't do much but watch the two.



"I think you know very well. I don't think it's about the marks on her body, it's about the absent marks on yours." Xander purred while he draped his arms over his brother's shoulders. "I think you're just too stubborn to admit it. Just like her, by the way."

He grabbed the shower gel, poured some into his hand and started to massage the foam over Dom's chest.

"You know, it's funny somehow - she's just as jealous as you are, though, of course, you both are far too stubborn to really admit it." He continued. "And the funny thing about this is - I'm not jealous at all, even if I am perhaps supposed to be; standing in the middle of your little fights here. But then again, what the hell is there to be jealous about - it's just sex, right?"



He stopped that chatty outbreak of his by simply freezing his motions and looked at Dom and me; Dom got that look over his shoulder, I got it sideways. By that point of time, Xander had draped one of his arms casually around Dom's neck while his other hand was holding on to one of my arms.



"If you two have any other problems besides this weird jealousy of yours, then, and this I guarantee, they were already there before I took that plane to get here. Granted, my presence might have brought already existing problems to the surface, but tonight the problems of you two shouldn't matter. We're having sex. Sex means: no thinking. Thinking while having sex means being distracted. You two stop thinking, or I swear I'll fuck whatever you're thinking about right out of your heads. I mean it." Xander growled.



With those words his arm around Dom's neck tightened, squeezed his brother almost to the point of choking; and my upper arm got a squeeze so hard that I winced.



"And what now, you two? Back to bed? Or should we continue right here in the shower?"



The question lingered in the steam of the shower for quite some seconds. To my utter surprise it wasn't me who answered first.



"Right here." Dom whispered with closed eyes, leaned his head back on Xander's shoulder and while doing this, he took my hand and pulled me closer to him.



"See, that's my brother." Xander was back at purring to Dom, let go of my arm and wrapped both arms around Dom's chest. "What do you want, Dominic? Ah, forget it, I know what I want now."



The only thing I could see from where I was standing now - Dom was completely blocking my view on Xander; I was only able to see his arms - was that Xander took another generous amount of shower gel into his hand; then the hands and arms disappeared from my view to behind Dom's back.

For a moment I though Xander was washing Dom's back. When Dom opened his eyes for a short moment as if in shock or surprise however, I knew what he was doing - and frowned.



"Isn't soap - you know - somewhat uncomfortable for that purpose? Hell, I don't know much about this, but..." I started.

"Shut her up, Dominic." Xander said; it was an order.

Dom's lips came down on mine; he kissed me deep as if to distract himself from what Xander was currently doing. From experience I knew that these first preparation steps, so to speak, could be a little uncomfortable - hell, I went though exactly those steps just a few minutes earlier myself! - so I did my best to keep Dom relatively distracted for a moment by just giving in to that kiss.

I didn't really know what else to do at that moment. Watching the two could be more than entertaining, I thought; and I would be perfectly content doing just that.



Dom, however, seemed to have his own agenda concerning my role in that little shower play of theirs.

His hands wandered down my back, he grabbed my ass and lifted me up to him. Without hesitation and practically automatically I tried to wrap my legs around his waist - which didn't quite work as Xander was so close behind Dom - all I could do was to press my thighs into the sides of Dom's waist and bend my knees as if I was kneeling in the air.

For a moment I was concerned if he would be able to hold me in that position; then I felt the tiles of the wall in my back and leaned to them to take some weight off his hands. Not that he would have needed it; I had seen that man carry things I would have used a forklift for, but in case he would be somewhat distracted from carrying me, it was better to be safe.



He stopped kissing me and gave me one of those intense looks I hadn't seen for quite some time.



"What do you want?" He said with a low, quiet voice.

"Right now?" I smirked. "Well, having sex with you would be nice."

"Just what I thought." He growled and continued to kiss me.



A moment later I felt him inside me. To make this possible at all with Xander being inside of him, Dom had to lean forward; his forehead was now touching the wall in my back; and he was holding me in a tilted way that almost brought me into a horizontal position.

I felt his breath on my shoulder; he moved with slow, long strokes inside of me – the pace obviously being dictated by what Xander was doing with him.



This was probably the weirdest kind of threesome for one woman and two men I could ever have thought of – with one of the men being sandwiched. But damn, it felt good; and it was incredibly arousing to see and hear Dom not only react to being together with me, but also with his brother.



Who, by the way, was clearly looking at me over Dom's shoulder. Then he leaned forward and kissed me; slowly at first, then harder. I was practically crushed on the wall, with Dom's and Xander's weight both leaning to me, but I didn't give a fuck at that moment.

I was lost in movement, weightless, heard the sounds of the two men in unison as they moved; those two men that were so much alike but not alike at all.

Funny, but the fact that I couldn't have thought of this kind of threesome even more eliminated the idea of having Xander in the middle of it, I thought.



Xander's face came to linger between Dom's and my own head.



"Stop thinking, you two. Let yourselves go." He purred.



And interesting enough, Dom, in fact, did let go on that quiet command. I wasn't sure if Xander was now fucking him differently or if he did that all by himself, but the man before me now turned into someone who I hadn't experienced so far – someone so much alike to his brother in the way his hands were roaming over my body, in the way he was fucking me that I almost thought it was Xander himself – which, of course, couldn't be as he was behind Dom.



A hand – Xander's hand – sneaked between Dom's and my body, cupped my breast, pinched my nipple hard.



"Let go." I heard either of them growling and couldn't really place who it had been as I was already on my eager way to follow the order I had been given.



I came, once; a second time minutes later when Dom came together with Xander. Again it wasn't as hard a crashdown as it had been with Xander alone, but still, it was good.



Afterwards I felt Dom's legs quivering; both from the weight he had to carry and from the orgasm he had just gone through. He carefully lowered me into a stand, kissed me, looked at me again and then washed me with the shower gel; but all I could do was to think about what that particular shower gel had been used for before on him.

Xander, on the other hand, washed both of us – his brother and me – with either of his hands, looking from me to Dom and back again and I could see that he was frowning deeply about the fact that none of us two spoke or looked at the other.



He turned once more in the hot spray of the shower, shook his head and got out, again without saying a word. Then Dom got out, dried himself actually faster than his brother and was out of the bathroom and, as I assumed, into the bed.



"What the..." Xander started to whisper when I got out and took the towel.

"Not now, Xander." I whispered back. "Seems this all was a little too much for Dom. Tomorrow, if you need to, but not now."



I was already about to open the door to the bedroom when his hand on my arm held me back. I turned and looked at him.



"You... liked it? A bit, at least?" He asked, his head slightly cocked to one side, biting his bottom lip after he had finished his sentence. Funny, but at that moment and with this hesitating way of asking he reminded me more of Dom than ever before.

"Much." I gave a wry smile. "But I don't think your brother..."

"Yeah, we never had love involved in that kind of game before. It's a shame, though; it could have been so much better without that barrier." Xander touched my cheek for a moment and smiled at me.

"Let's go to bed and sleep, Xander, or I swear something will happen in this bathroom that Dom will even approve less of." I whispered a tiny bit sad.

"Right." Xander gritted his teeth.



As expected Dom was already in bed, either sleeping or pretending to sleep. Xander and I blew out all the candles save one, got into bed and tried to get some sleep as well.