"Do I HAVE to go?" Craig's tone was plaintive as he looked at Sarah with pleading eyes.

Sarah stood her ground unflinching, "I've said we'll go now... so we're going!"

"But... Spike's..."

"Spike's been seeing John Paul for ages now... you're just gonna have to get used to it..."

"It's not that... I just..."

"Look, we've been invited for a meal with your best mate and his fella... and we're going... what's more you're gonna enjoy yourself."

Craig raised his eyebrows.

"OK well you can at least be polite! Now get your coat."

Craig grabbed his coat from the back of the chair as Sarah headed out of the door.

"Fine," he grumbled, "but it doesn't mean I have to like it."

Craig had to begrudgingly admit that Spike was an excellent cook. The meal had been faultless and John Paul had proudly told everyone how Spike had prepared the entire thing from scratch.

As he drained the last drops from his wine glass Craig took a moment to observe his dinner companions.

Sarah his beautiful girlfriend who adored him and he adored in return, they were the perfect couple and no one would ever question their compatibility.

Spike, the outsider, the man who had arrived from nowhere to sweep John Paul off his feet and to offer him the open and honest relationship that he craved.

John Paul, his best mate, the person he would trust most with his life, the one person he would choose to be with before all others and the person he had been sleeping with behind his girlfriends back.

As John Paul moved to clear away the dishes Spike stood and rested his hands on his boyfriend's shoulder.

"Leave those," Spike said kissing the top of John Paul's head, "I'll sort them out tomorrow."

Grabbing a couple of bottles of wine Spike headed into the living room with his dinner guests following close behind.

Sarah threw some cushions to the floor before dropping down onto them. Spike smiled and quickly copied her action.

As soon as the four of them were seated on the floor around the small coffee table Spike poured them each a large glass of wine.

"Cheers," he said raising his glass.

They all lifted their glasses in response and took a drink. Craig's eyes widened as Sarah quickly drained her glass and set it down on the table with a giggle. She had already consumed her fair share of the alcohol during the meal and was now beginning to sway slightly where she sat. Spike happily topped her glass again and watched amused as it was rapidly drained.

"Let's play truth or dare," Sarah suggested with an enthusiastic slur.

Craig groaned, "Oh come on… you KNOW that always ends badly," he objected.

"It'll be fun," Sarah insisted as she leant her head against his shoulder.

"Got something to hide?" Spike asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

"No," Craig replied a little too quickly, "Fine… I'll play… but just remember I warned you all."

"Who goes first then?" Sarah wondered.

"Well it was your idea," John Paul said, "You should ask first."

Sarah nodded her agreement.

"Truth or dare John Paul?"

Craig sighed; he just KNEW this was a bad idea.

"Truth," John Paul chose.

Sarah paused for a second before smiling as a question came to mind.

"Ok then," she said with a grin, "So is Spike any good in bed?"

"Sarah!" Craig exclaimed with shock, "You can't ask that."

"Course I can," she replied, "It's not like I'm asking for details!"

John Paul felt his face flush as he cast his eyes towards Spike in a plea for assistance.

"You chose truth," Spike told him, "You've gotta answer the lady!"

John Paul's eyes paused on Craig before looking back at Sarah.

"He's very good," John Paul told her.

"Is he?" she asked with a grin, "He presses all the right buttons then?"

"Sarah you're only supposed to ask one question," Craig objected.

John Paul laughed at Craig unease. "I've got no complaints," he said.

Craig eyes narrowed as Spike slid his hand around the back of John Paul's neck and pulled him in close for a kiss.

"Neither have I," Spike said quietly.

"OK my turn," John Paul said turning to Craig. "Truth or dare Craig?"

"Truth," Craig answered and then immediately regretted his decision.

John Paul paused for a moment as if to consider his question which he had actually thought of the second the game was suggested.

"So," John Paul said after a few seconds, "If you could sleep with one person in Hollyoaks, without Sarah or anyone EVER finding out and there being no repercussions who would it be?"

Sarah giggled at the question as she emptied another glass of wine. "Yeah Craig," she said, "Who WOULD it be?"

Craig scowled at John Paul before answering.

"Well it's a tough choice," he said, "But I would definitely narrow it down to one of the McQueen's…"

John Paul felt his breath catch, he wouldn't… would he?

"Which one?" John Paul asked trying desperately to keep his voice calm.

"Hmmmm," Craig mused as if to consider his answer, "On reflection I would have to say…. Mercedes!"

Sarah punched Craig's arm playfully. "Like any ONE of the McQueen women would ever look at you twice," she told him.

"You're probably right," Craig replied as he looked closely at John Paul, they both knew it wasn't the McQueen women that Craig was really interested in.

As the wine flowed the questions got sillier and the dares included many strange and unpleasant combinations of food or alcohol being consumed. The wine had relaxed them all and Craig was surprised when he realised that he was actually having a good time.

"Me again," Sarah slurred her eyes only half focusing on her friends, "Truth or dare Craig?"

Craig shrugged; judging by the ever-worsening state of Sarah he had a feeling this game would be over before long. "Dare," he said wondering what strange drink she would concoct this time.

"OK," Sarah said with a mischievous, if rather drunken, grin, "I dare you… to snog Spike!"

"This is just getting silly," Craig immediately objected.

"What's the matter," Spike asked, "Homophobia getting the better of you."

"No…" Craig insisted, "It's just… well it's…" He turned to John Paul looking for support but instead saw his friend just grinning back at his unease.

"Go on," Sarah insisted, "You picked dare… and I mean a snog… not just a peck on the cheek."

"Fine," Craig said through gritted teeth as he rested his hands on the coffee table and leant over towards Spike.

Spike slipped his hand around the back of his neck, much as he had done to John Paul earlier, and pulled Craig towards him. Craig was surprised at how soft his mouth felt and how strong the hand on the nape of his neck held him.

Without realising what he was doing Craig rested his hand against Spike's cheek allowing the kiss between them to deepen. It wasn't until he felt Spike's tongue pushing between the lips that he hadn't been aware he had parted that Craig pulled back, shocked at his response to Spike's attentions.

"Happy now?" He said turning his head to Sarah only to see her slumped back onto the floor fast asleep.

"Typical," he complained as he went over to her adjusting her position so that she looked more comfortable, "She sets the stupid dare and then passes out before I do it… Does this mean we can end the game now?"

Craig stopped moving as he saw the look of amusement on Spike's face. But it wasn't directed at him. All of Spike's attention was focused on John Paul who was sitting with his knees against his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around them, he was looking very uneasy.

"Well, well, John Paul," Spike laughed.

"Leave it…" John Paul pleaded.

"I don't think so…" Spike replied moving a little closer to him.

"What's going on?" Craig asked as he retook his seat next to John Paul.

"You mean you can't tell," Spike asked in amazement, "Just look at him."

Craig tilted his head to look at his friend, he looked uncomfortable but, when Craig looked a little closer, he saw something other that just unease in John Paul's body language.

"You TOTALLY just got off on me snogging your best mate didn't you?" Spike accused.

"NO… I didn't… I mean," John Paul's eyes darted between the two men he had been sleeping with and the truth was that seeing them together like that had aroused him more than he would ever have imagined. "It's not my fault," he continued, "You just looked so hot."

Spike laughed before pressing his mouth hard against John Paul's. John Paul returned the kiss with equal vigour eagerly tasting the lips that had so recently been against Craig's.

Craig sat watching them for a moment and then, not knowing how or why; he pulled John Paul away from Spike's kiss to replace it with his own.

John Paul's senses spun as in one moment he was kissing Spike and then the next it was Craig. He didn't know if this was real or just some wonderful dream but as he felt Spike's hand move over his thigh he decided that he really didn't care because whatever it was it felt amazing.

Craig's tongue pushed into his mouth and John Paul welcomed it eagerly, somehow the knowledge that Spike was just there watching them made the kiss even more exciting and, as Spike's hand moved higher up his thigh, John Paul realised that a second hand was already undoing his trousers.

Craig broke away from their kiss, his face flushed and his chest heaving. Every ounce of common sense that he had told him this was a bad idea, that nothing good could come of what was happing between the three of them, but as he saw Spike's hand push it's way past the fastening of John Paul's jeans that he had just opened the last of his common sense gave way to pure lust as he grabbed for Spike, kissing the man hard and hungrily.

John Paul's mouth hung half open as he watched the two men kissing before him, their mouths were pressed hard together and tongues battled deep inside. John Paul moaned softly as Spike's fingers wrapped around his cock, which was growing harder by the second, and caressed it firmly as he continued to kiss Craig.

With his free hand Spike pushed against the sofa that John Paul was leaning against before lowering John Paul slowly to the ground.

John Paul closed his eyes as he felt a mouth hot against his, he recognised the kiss as Craig's and he lifted his arms to wrap them around the man's neck, holding him close as he pushed his tongue deeply into Craig's mouth tasting where Spike's tongue had just been.

Spike eased John Paul's trousers over his hips, sliding them down his legs before pushing off his shoes, socks and trousers leaving them to one side.

John Paul moaned into Craig's mouth as he felt Spike's tongue travelling up the inside of his thigh, Spike's hot mouth sucking on his flesh as it moved higher.

Craig's hands were working at the buttons of John Paul's shirt and before long he had uncovered the firm smooth skin of his chest. He quickly lowered his mouth, running his tongue over John Paul's nipples and teasing them lightly with his teeth.

John Paul felt his body tremble at the attention of the two mouths passing over his flesh, sinking his fingers into Craig's hair as his tongue ran down John Paul's chest and over his flat stomach.

He couldn't help but cry out as he felt a tongue pass over the length of his cock, running in lazy circles over it's head before the lips parted and it was taken into the heat of the mouth.

John Paul realised that he neither knew nor cared whose mouth he was inside, the knowledge that one of his lovers was sucking firmly on his cock while the other watched made his heart pound as the blood raced through his veins.

Spike sat back on his heels for a second watching as Craig's mouth moved over John Paul's cock, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked deeply and John Paul's hips bucked involuntarily pushing his cock deeper into the enthusiastic opening.

He had never expected that either of the men would have been so willing, so eager, but when he had seen the look in John Paul's eyes he had known that the seduction wouldn't take that much effort after all.

Kneeling behind Craig Spike stretched his arms around his waist, quickly unfastening his trousers and sliding his hand inside. Just as he expected Craig was already hard and, as Spike gripped him firmly, he let out a low moan that sent vibrations travelling through John Paul's cock still held deep inside his mouth.

"I knew you didn't really hate me that much," Spike breathed into Craig's ear as he pushed Craig's trousers over the curve of his buttocks to reveal the soft creamy flesh beneath.

Craig's fingers dug into John Paul's hips as he felt Spike's tongue against the skin of his buttocks and his teeth nipping lightly at his flesh. He had no thought for his girlfriend unconscious on the other side of the room. All he could think was how much he wanted this and, possibly most shockingly of all, was how much he wanted Spike.

Craig wrapped his hand around the base of John Paul's cock, gripping it firmly as he ran his tongue over it's head, taking it back into his mouth for a second before releasing it again. John Paul moaned at Craig's relentless teasing, his body ached for the release that seemed just out of reach.

Craig whimpered lightly as he felt Spike move away from him, his body yearning for the touch of the man to come back.

Hearing a rustle of clothes Craig turned his head to see Spike standing naked before him. His tattoos seemed to glow on the perfectly toned flesh and Craig felt his cock throb in response to the sight.

"Come here," Spike told him placing his hands on Craig's face and pulling him away from John Paul.

Without question Craig parted his lips and took Spike's hard cock into his mouth, holding on to it as Spike pushed himself deeper into that hot place where John Paul's cock had just rested. With his hands sinking into Craig's hair, holding his head tightly, Spike moved his hips slowly savouring the sensation as his cock passed through those soft lips.

John Paul opened his eyes as he felt Craig's mouth leave him and watched in aroused amazement as he saw Craig sucking on Spike with enthusiasm. It crossed his mind that he should perhaps feel some hint of jealousy but all he felt was a tremendous need to be a part of this erotic tableau.

Rising to his feet John Paul walked to Spike on unsteady feet, he cupped the man's face in his hands and kissed him deeply. He parted his lips to allow Spike to thrust his tongue deep inside, just as he was doing with his cock inside Craig's mouth. John Paul's knees nearly buckled as Spike's firm grip took a hold of his cock, stroking it confidently knowing just how to touch John Paul to bring him to the edge without actually pushing him over.

"I think Craig's waiting for you," Spike whispered.

John Paul followed Spike's gaze, his eyes travelling over the shape Craig kneeling in front of Spike, until it rested on his bare behind, his trousers still pushed down to his knees where Spike had left them.

John Paul passed his tongue over his lips as he looked into the mysterious darkness of Spike's eyes. He wasn't entirely sure how the evening's events had taken such an unbelievable turn and now his boyfriend was encouraging him to make love to the man he had only ever been able to be with in secret. He didn't know what life was going to be like after this night but for now all he could think about was how much he wanted to be inside Craig.

Touching his lips to Spike's once more John Paul turned to Craig, running his hand over the man's head and along his back before caressing lightly over the firmly rounded buttocks that were waiting for him.

John Paul wet his fingers in his mouth before pushing one against the tight opening of Craig's body. He heard a soft moan from Craig's occupied mouth as his finger went deeper.

Craig pushed back against John Paul's hand desperate for more; he sucked harder at the cock deep in his mouth as his lust raged through him.

Spike smiled as he looked down at Craig's face, his cock moving in and out of it, pushing deeper, testing how far Craig could take him and then pulling back as he felt Craig's throat struggle to accommodate him fully.

John Paul bit down on his lip, his cock ached with a desire he had never experience before, he needed Craig so much that he couldn't wait another second. Taking his cock in his hand he guided it into Craig, trying as hard as he could to push gently into that warm body but his desire making him move faster than he intended causing Craig to whimper at the momentary discomfort, but at the same time he pushed back against John Paul urging him deeper.

John Paul gripped Craig's hips as he began to move in and out of that hot tight passage that held his cock so perfectly making him moan with pleasure.

Spike watched with renewed excitement as he saw John Paul entering Craig, his cock moving inside Craig in perfect timing with his own cock inside Craig's mouth and Spike knew that it wouldn't be long before he showed Craig's mouth exactly how good it felt.

Craig moaned loudly around Spike's cock. He didn't know what he was doing or why, all he knew was how good it felt. He sucked hard at Spike's cock as the man pushed it deeper into his mouth. At the same time John Paul moved deeply inside him from behind, stretching him and filling him completely, thrusting harder and faster into him as his lust grew.

John Paul reached around Craig and took hold of his hard cock in his hand, gripping it tightly and stroking it in time with his thrusts deep inside.

Craig could feel Spike's cock throbbing in his mouth, Spike's breathing was laboured and he held tightly on to Craig's head as he felt his climax building inside him.

Letting out an incoherent cry Spike pushed himself deeper into Craig's throat as he came, not realising or maybe not caring as Craig choked against the sudden pressure.

Craig gagged for a second against the solidness of Spike's cock too deep inside him but as Spike released the pressure against the back of his throat Craig continued to suck on him as he came hard spilling inside the mouth that didn't let go until every last drop of him was spent.

Spike staggered back a few steps as Craig's mouth finally released him, his legs shaking with the aftermath of his climax.

He paused to watch as John Paul was continuing to move inside Craig, his face flushed with exertion and desire.

He moved to stand behind John Paul kissing the back of his neck and watching John Paul's cock being swallowed completely by Craig's body.

"You look so hot you know," Spike breathed against John Paul's ear, "I could watch you fucking him all day."

Spike ran his hands over John Paul's chest and bit lightly at his neck causing John Paul to moan and grip harder onto Craig's cock.

"Show me how you make him come," Spike urged, "I want to hear him come for you."

Craig moaned as John Paul thrust deeper inside him at Spike's words, his hand moving harder and faster over his cock and Craig knew that it wouldn't be long before Spike got his request.

"Tell me how good it feels to have John Paul's cock inside you," Spike continued, "How good it feels to have him fuck you."

Craig's voice shook as he replied. "It feels amazing," he said.

"Tell him you want him to fuck you harder."

"I do…" Craig agreed, "John Paul I really do…"

John Paul could hardly believe what was happening as he pound himself deeper into Craig, he knew this had nothing to do with love, this was lust pure and simple and having Spike telling him to fuck Craig harder made his body tremble.

Craig's cock throbbed heavily in John Paul's hand as his breath shook.

"Oh god John Paul…"

"Come for me Craig," John Paul said stroking the cock in his hand harder and faster, "I want you to come…"

Craig's fingers clawed into the carpet under his hands as his lust built to fever pitch before boiling over, making him call out John Paul's name as his orgasm shook through every fibre of his body, harder and hotter than he ever remembered before.

John Paul continued his caress on Craig's cock as it poured the heat of his climax over his hand.

Craig's body contracted around John Paul's cock as he came making John Paul moan loudly.

"You know what you want," Spike told him turning John Paul's face towards him and pressing his mouth against John Paul's lips.

John Paul submitted to Spike's kiss, welcoming his tongue back inside his mouth, as he drove himself inside Craig again finally giving in to his need and allowing his own climax to wash over him.

Spike held him firmly as he felt John Paul moaning into his mouth, trembling as he poured his desire into Craig's flesh. He had never known an orgasm so strong, that sex could be so intense or that something that should be so wrong could feel so right.

John Paul sank back against his heels in exhaustion as Craig let himself fall, worn out, to the floor.

Spike looked at the two younger men with a smile.

He ran his hand affectionately through John Paul's hair. "And in the future," he said grinning, "If you want to have sex with another man just let me know… it can be much better that way!"

Sarah rubbed at her eyes as she sat up and immediately regretted her decision. The room span around her and a feeling of sickness welled up inside her.

She looked over where the three men were sat together on the sofa watching the TV.

"Typical," she thought, "Leave three men alone together and they turn on the telly!" Still it was good to see Craig was making an effort to get along with Spike, she was sure that John Paul would appreciate it.

"Craig," She called out sadly, "I don't feel too good, will you take me home?"

Craig looked over to Sarah surprised to see his girlfriend had finally woken.

"Course I will," he replied walking over to her and holding out his hand to help her up.

As Spike saw his guests to the door Sarah didn't notice his hand pass lightly over Craig's buttocks for a second.

"We should do this again," Spike suggested.

"Definitely," Craig agreed with a grin.

"And I won't drink as much next time," Sarah promised, "I feel like I missed half the evening."

She never noticed the look that passed between the three men and none of them had the heart to tell her that next time she wouldn't be invited.