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Xander Harris - Undercover

Title: Xander Harris - Undercover 11/40

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 planing 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 spend more time than usual getting ready.

Ordinarily his going out routine included a shit, shower,
and shave, not necessarily in that order, and not always
all three.

If he hadn't sweated much or his chin wasn't itchy, the last
two could always be skipped. The first was not negotiable.

This evening, however, was a practice date. He couldn't afford to
leave anything to chance. He wanted to do everything just as he
would when he and William had their first time together.

Well, right up to the good-night at least.
He shuddered at the thought of Willow offering to butt fuck
him as he was sure William would.

That also brought up another matter. Coming out.
With the shocking revelation of his attraction to, and up coming
relationship with, the glorious Mr. William, Xander was
ready to announce himself to the world.


Well, maybe not the whole world, and maybe not the entire truth,
but Willow would be a good jumping off point.
A sort of toes in to test the waters type of thing. Willow had always
been very accepting of Xander and his other idiosyncrasies.

This shouldn't be any different than the time he told her of his fantasy
of having his toe nails painted.
She took that very well.
She had just the shade of hot pink he had been looking for.

Xander wet his hair and slowly ran his fingers through the
damp, soft curls as he imagined William would do before cutting

He could picture William moaning and massaging Xander's scalp sensually
as he breathlessly told him he had never felt anything so luxurious.
He wondered if, as soon as he left, William would scoop
up a lock of the hair and keep it to place under his pillow.

It was a thought that stirred the butterflies in his already nervous stomach.
He wondered if the hair would still be there when he slept on the pillow
on the other side of William's bed.

He promised himself that he would sneak a peek to see.
He didn't want to embarrass William by letting him know that
Xander knew what he had done.

Xander snickered and shook his head.
"William, you poor romantic slob."

He then selected his favorite orange flowered shirt and a pair
of jeans that were still in the dryer, so had to be clean.
He double and triple checked himself in the mirror taking an extra look
over his shoulder to assure himself that he was having a good butt day,
and finally stood at the basement door with a grin.
He was ready!


"Tara, Sweety, I"ve been thinking. Tonight would be the perfect
time to tell my friends about you, about us. Don't you think?"

Tara's lack of response did not cause concern, and Willow went on.
"After all, I'm not ashamed of us. I'm proud. Out and proud, and I
think we should shout it from the roof tops. Willow and Tara are in Love!!
Should we shout, Sweety?"

The continued silence was unimportant so Willow continued.
"I am kinda concerned about telling Buffy though. I love her to
death, but she can be just a teensy bit judgmental. That's why
I thought we could start with Xander. He's great. Just be careful
he doesn't hit on you before we get the chance to drop the bomb."

Willow giggled.
"So what do you think?"

Tara finally raised her head and looked at her girlfriend, her lips pink
and puffy, her chin wet and dripping with love.
"I think I was always taught not to speak with my mouth full."

Willow blushed and with her hand on the top of Tara's head,
pushed her girlfriend's face back down between her legs.

"Yea, you're right. We can always talk about this later."


No matter how hard he tried, Spike could no longer focus on the
financial statements in front of him. Taking off his glasses he dropped
them on the desk and shut off the computer.

Rubbing his hands over his tired eyes he listened. Wesley hadn't come
out of the bedroom since the big argument, but at least he could no
longer hear the water running in the shower.
Spike was beginning to think Wes was trying to commit suicide by
drowning, he had been in there so long.

Standing and stretching, Spike went to the kitchen to put on the kettle
for tea. A hot cup of Earl Grey always seemed to put things into

Just as he turned on the burner, the bedroom door flew open and Wes
emerged on a damp cloud of steam and an angry huff.
He marched past the open area of the kitchen and headed for the front
"I'm going out. Don't wait up I may not be back."

Spike set the kettle on the stove and rushed after him.
"Wes, wait."

Wes stopped with his hand on the door. He wanted to turn and face the
man who had just broken his heart. He wanted to tell him to go to hell.
He wanted............
He wanted him to call him back. Apologize. Ask if they could try again.
He hated himself for what he knew was a hopeless hope, but still, he waited.

Approaching him cautiously, Spike did regret the way things had gone.
Hurting Wes was the last thing he had wanted to do. Losing a roommate
that paid half the bills was the other. Regretfully, he had always known it
would end this way.

"Look, Wes, I'm sorry it came to this. We should have just stayed friends
and roommates and not let things get so out of hand. I'm glad you found
someone else to spend time with. I mean, hey, we never made any
promises or commitments to each other, did we? There's no reason
we can't still be friends and roommates."

Wes shook his head. That last line, the very cliche of it, told him
everything. He finally turned and looked Spike in the eye.

"No, Spike, we didn't make any promises and my love for you was
no commitment. At least not on your part. Besides, I was the one
who came home smelling like ass fucking, as you put it. So if all
you are worried about is the bills, no sweat. I have no intention of
moving out. When I get home I'll move my things back in to the
smaller bedroom."

With nothing more to add. Wes opened the door, never looked back,
and walked out.
Spike went back to the kitchen to turn off the screaming tea kettle
and pour his tea.

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