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Xander Harris - Undercover

Title: Xander Harris - Undercover 8/40

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.




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willingness to preread and comment on my stories.


Wesley stacked the books on his desk and cleared away
the piles of ungraded papers. He loaded them into his briefcase
and decided to take them home to read.

Sadly, he knew there would be nothing more pressing going on in
the bedroom tonight.
Walking over to the window of his empty classroom,
Wes looked out over the beauty and serenity of the campus he loved.
It had been a long day.

Longer than yesterday, and twice as long as the day before.
He knew the clock was ticking and he desperately wanted it to stop.
He wasn't ready to give up on Spike.
On them.
But truth was, the decision was not his, probably never had been.

He had cancelled his first period class and, pretending to work on
the upcoming exams, had sat and brooded.
The rap tap tap on the glass of his classroom door woke him from his
mental slump and he turned, with his arms still folded around his body,
to see which student wanted a chunk of him now.

"Good afternoon Mr. Price. Could you spare me a few minutes
of your time?"
Despite himself, Wes smiled at the dark skinned, bald headed,
law professor that stood in his doorway.

"Yes. Mr. Gunn, what could I do for you?"

Stepping in to the room, Gunn maintained his professional demeanor
and stated his purpose.
"I was just on my way back to my apartment and I wondered if you
would like to accompany me so I can shove my hard cock into your
sweet, tight ass."

Wes dropped his arms and his open mouth as he rushed forward.
"QUIET!" He whispered harshly. "What the hell is the matter with you?
Anybody could have walked by and heard you!"

Gunn was unruffled.
"Why, yes, I believe they could. Therefore I find it most expeditious
that we adjourn to my home before I am forced to throw you down
on that expansive desk of yours and fuck you immediately."

Wes hollered and laughed. He had forgotten how much fun the song
and dance of a new sexual relationship could be and Charles Gunn was
the perfect person to remind him.

Closing his briefcase, Wes scooped his suit jacket off the back of his
chair and tossed it over his arm.

"Well since I fear the janitorial staff may have objections to that
type of activity, I suggest we adjourn to your place where we
may proceed unencumbered."

Both men chuckled, and headed happily to the campus parking lot
accidently bumping hands several times as they walked to their
assigned spaces.

Living just off campus, it was only a matter of minutes before they pulled
in, Wes directly behind Gunn's car, to the mostly empty parking lot of
the apartment building that housed only untenured staff members.

Wes was enormously grateful for the short trip that did not allow his
brain time to catch up, and possibly pass, his cock that was already
hard and thinking. Guilt was a real mood killer.

The moment both men stepped inside the messy apartment, two matching
briefcases hit the floor and Gunn slammed Wes back against the door.
Flattening his larger, hard body onto Wes's, Gunn dove in for a kiss that
curled the toe nails of the smaller man. Wes loved to kiss. Deeply, wetly,
hot and searching, he let his mouth be plundered and tasted by the most
agile tongue he had ever met.

Wesley had tried constantly in the beginning to coax Spike to kiss.
Closed lipped, open mouthed, quick, slow, nothing could persuade
him. "I just don't like to kiss." Was the response he always got till, finally,
he had just given up.

'How could anyone not want this?' He wondered as he threw his arms
up and around Gunn's neck, pulling him even closer.

Coming up for air, Gunn eased back and looked Wes in the eye.
"I'm gonna strip you naked, put you on your hands and knees
like a dog, climb on your back and shove this thick piece of black
meat deep into your tight, pink, little hole."

Wes threw his head back, causing it to smack soundly against
the door, and moaned his acceptance to the proposed plan.

With the mission clearly outlined, Gunn went about quickly undressing
them both then paused.

Running his large, rough hands over Wes's pale skin, Gunn licked his lips.
"God you're beautiful. Just look at that hard cock. Oh, is that for me?"
Gunn swiped his thumb over the large bubble of pre cum that oozed from
Wes's cock head and licked it off.

Wes whimpered. His fingers picked at the tight black curls on Gunn's chest
letting them feel down the hair line to the coarse nest that surrounded the
most amazing cock he had ever seen. In the few times they had been together
Wes had never tired of looking at it.

Reaching around, Gunn slapped Wes on the ass and ordered.
"Down! Down, boy!"
Wes chuckled at the false dog command and did as he was told.

Resting forward on his elbows, Wes placed his cheek and knees on
the bright oriental rug that sat in front of the fireplace, ass high in the air.

Behind him, Gunn dropped back, rested his heels on his ass and
admired the view.
He ran his hands over the white round globes of heaven that were being
offered to him.

"Fuck, Wes, I love your ass. Jesus its so sweet, so soft. I could just
fuck you for hours."
Gunn pulled Wes open and both men groaned, Wes's hole clenching
in the cool air.

"Oh, no, Baby, don't tighten up now. Its gonna be hard enough to get
all this cock shoved inside that tiny little hole. Might just hurt anyway.
You know, burn and ache when I force it open."

Wes gasped and rocked back toward Gunn's promises.
Nobody could talk a good fuck like Gunn. It made Wes want to squirt
before they even got started.

Reaching under the couch beside them Wes caught sight of Gunn retrieving
a bottle of lube and a condom. It never occurred to him to ask why they
were there, he was just thrilled that they were.

Pulling the cheeks as open as he could, Gunn shoved his whole face in to the
crack of Wes's ass then, holding the cheeks tightly closed, he sealed his
mouth and nose in and proceeded to blow an exaggerated raspberry against
Wes's wrinkled opening.

BBBRRRRAAAAAPPPPP!!!!!

Squealing, Wes threw his head back and let out a war whoop.
"AHHHHH! Quit that!"
He was laughing so hard he could hardly breath.

Taking advantage of his partners relaxed state, Gunn slicked up two
fingers and slid them in, easily finding the spongy nub he knew was
there.

Immediately Wes stilled and dropped his face back down.
"Oh, yea, just like that. Damn that's good."

Gunn kissed and caressed Wes's ass and back as he continued to work
his fingers, opening and readying the man for the pleasure to come.
Sliding them out, he fit the condom down over himself then, with extra slick,
pushed three fingers in and continued to worship the body of the man
he was quickly becoming infatuated with.

Just as Wes was ready to scream from anticipation, Gunn removed his
fingers, lined up the head of his cock and with his hand on Wes's back,
forced it through the ring of muscle.

The wonderful pain and burn filled Wes's body, causing his cock to harden
even more. Automatically, Wes reached for himself and with a well practiced
twist of the wrist, began stroking, rocking back and forth

Gunn watched the beauty of the thick black length slide smoothly in and out
of the contrasting pale pink flesh.
"Oh, fuck, Wes. I'm gonna line the walls of my bedroom with mirrors so you
can see how beautiful this is. Watch us fuck. See how good I look inside
your body."

Wes gasped at the thought.
"Yeah, yeah, Oh God, Charles, yeah."

His hand sped up matched only by the speed and depth of Gunn's urgent need,
pounding against Wes's prostate on every other thrust.
Together they grunted, groaned, whispered, and cursed their way to a
gut wrenching, teeth rattling orgasm.

Gunn came first, freezing and filling the tip of the condom to overfull,
all the time wishing it was Wes's body that was holding the semen he
pumped out.

Wes was two strokes behind him mumbling an appropriately
Chinese sounding garble as he spilled himself onto the oriental rug below.
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