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Xander Harris - Undercover

Title: Xander Harris - Undercover 7/40

Author: BmblBee
Rating: Adult
Paring: S/X with a side of W/G
Summary: Xander is drifting, looking for a purpose in life.
One that finally comes clear when he spots a certain
hairdresser by the name of Mr. William. Xander
immediately begins planning and plotting to win over
this scrumptious man. Of course nothing worth having
ever comes easily.
Genre: Comedy, romance. HAU
Warnings: The usual bad language as well as graphic m/m sexual
activities. Also warned of hints of poultry perversions.
Disclaimer: I Own or have claim on none of the characters or products
used and named in this story and no profit is made.
Feedback: Much appreciated. It encourages me to continue.

Special thanks to Petxnd for the wonderful banner and her patience and
willingness to preread and comment on my stories.

Xander was driven.
He was a man on a mission and according to the
notes he had jotted down in his black notebook.
he had a plan.

Stopping at the first pay phone he came to he looked up
the number of the salon and made his call. By following
Willows dialog instructions to the letter, he found it was
amazingly easy to get Williams last name. Pratt.

Xander's body shook with tingles that shot straight to his
cock each time he said the name. William Pratt.
He said it repeatedly.
Zing. Zing. Snicker.

Flipping open his note pad to the second page he doodled
a big heart with X.H. loves W.P. scrawled across the center.
Sure, he knew it was silly, but Xander was beyond caring.

For one brief flash, something crept across his brain that
wondered if possibly he was losing that last shred of sanity
that he had precariously held on too.


With the name written in big block letters, Xander clutched his
note pad and ran for the only other building on campus he could identify.
The library was easy to spot since it had huge pillars and a stone
arch that announced "LIBRARY" over it's entry way.

Wesley stood by on the campus and watched the young man dart
from the pay phone booth to the library. He smiled and shook his head.
He could clearly remember the early years when he was a first year
student on the college campus.

He had been just like that. Full of excitement at the thrill of learning.
Everything had been easier then. Life held unlimited promise.
Now it all seemed so hard and complicated.

Sadly, Wes turned and headed back to his classroom to await the next
scheduled bunch of eager minds. Students anxious to find the key
to changing the world.

Hustling into an empty computer cubicle, Xander logged on and
opened the search engine.
After quickly checking his notes, he typed in the site name that Willow
had given him, not really believing it could be that easy.

After entering the name, the site asked for the state. He selected
California and waited patiently while the little search bar filled
in quickly.


Xander's eyes lit up as four possibles popped up on the screen.
By birthdate he was able to eliminate the first two. The third one
was somewhere in the northern corner of the region so he knew
that wasn't it, but it was the last one that got him excited.

Address: 8605 Locust st. Sunnydale
D.O.B.: 11/10/1984
Phone: 555-269-4502

Xander scribbled frantically, all the information went into his note
pad, he couldn't believe it was that simple. Who the fuck
were these folks and how did they know so much about
people? It was actually kind of scary. He particularly
didn't like the thought of other people snooping around in William's
life and getting such private information about his sweetheart. He
decided he should really talk to William about this.

Next he went to MapQuest and printed out the driving directions
to William's address and, just for the hell of it, he Googled
an aerial view. After printing that out also he resolved to pick up
a scrap book to put all the printed pages in.

Organization was vital in an operation of this magnitude.

Although he had all the facts written down he hated to shut off
the computer. Staring at the name and address of his love gave
him the warm and fuzzies. A feeling of destiny on the horizon.
Or at least on Locust street.

He was absolutely certain that finding Will this way was what
he was meant to do. It was the clue to life that he had been trying
to find. The puzzle he couldn't solve.
It was meant to be. It was as if he were the "Come on down"
contestant on The Price Is Right.

He could see himself standing proud and tall behind the fabulous
Plinko board. He stretches. He aims. He takes a deep breath
and lets the huge round plinko slip from his fingers.
He watches it as it jerks, falls, and changes direction a dozen
different times.

Finally, with one resounding "Thunk" it lands.
Exactly in the center. In the top winning slot.
The slot marked "Mr. William".

The bells ring, the lights flash, and Bob Barker waves his hands.
Xander promises to spay and neuter all future pets and he collects
his prize. Mr. William is wheeled out in a Mustang convertable.

Xander sighed happily.
Collecting together his notebook and paperwork, Xander cleared
the history from the computer to assure no one else would know
where William lived, after all the man was entitled to his privacy,
and headed for the car.

After zipping through Burger King for a Whopper he headed to the
east end of town. He already knew it was William's day off so odds
were, he was home. Xander steered with one hand while sucking
the catsup off his fries and licking the salty grease off the other.

He could barely contain his excitement. He followed the map directions
exactly and within minutes found himself in an older, well kept,
residential section of town. He turned onto Locust street and after
spotting a house number slowly watched them count up.

When he hit the 8000 block, he slowed to a crawl.

'THERE!' He thought. 'That's it!'

He stared as he crept by, went to the end of the block and made
an illegal u-turn. He drove back and parked on the opposite
side of the street.

His heart pounded in his chest, the butterflies in his stomach went
on a wild rampage and his whole body broke out in a sweat.

It was a small, one, possibly two bedroom yellow brick.
The classic white picket fence that surrounded it was in need of
some minor repair and a coat of white paint. All things Xander
was more than capable of doing.

No garage, but it did have a carport. Squinting, Xander
could see a large black Harley parked where a car should have been
and he felt himself get instantly hard.

Immediately his imagination saw him settled on the back, his arms
firmly gripping the driver as they sailed down the highway with the
wind in their hair, the bugs in their teeth and matching hard ons in
their tight leather chaps.

His daydream was iffy on the helmet issue.

The house looked empty but Xander knew it wasn't.
So close. He was so close. He ached to rush forward,
ring the bell and throw himself into the strong, corded,
muscular arms of his waiting lover.

But, no. This had to be done carefully. He couldn't screw it
all up by acting to hastily. He continued to drink in every
detail, till he finally took out his note pad and flipped it open.

He began the new entry with the date and time under which he
Purchase 1 small, disposable camera.
Locate old Boy Scout binoculars.

After another 10 minutes, Xander sighed and started the car.
He didn't want any of the neighbors calling the cops over a suspicious
vehicle sitting on the street.

His brain was so full that the ensuing back fire from the tail pipe
barely registered as he pulled out and drove away.


Spike jumped a foot out of his chair, spilling his cup of tea in
his lap. Rushing to the window he jerked back the curtain to
see where the sound resembling gun fire had come from.

"God damn neighborhood isn't what it used to be."

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