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Xander Harris - Undercover

Title: Xander Harris - Undercover 12/40

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 had intentionally arrived a little earlier than their prearranged time.
He wanted a chance to gather his thoughts and prepare his speech
before the girls showed up.

After parking the Chevy he sprinted toward the sound of partying
already in progress.
He hadn't realized how much he had missed the Bronze.

The minute he opened the solid front door and the pounding
music of the dance club hit him full force his adrenaline kicked
in and the memories of a thousand great times flooded back to him..
Friends, food, fun, faux family. All fast and frenzied.
The only "f" missing was........

Xander's hand drifted down to brush across the front of his
jeans wishing William was at his side.

'Soon.' He thought. 'Very soon.'

The Bronze was everything he remembered and he wondered
why he had stayed away. He hadn't been here in months.
Hell, he hadn't been anywhere in months except his basement and
the fun fantasy world of t.v.

He had forgotten how alive it made him feel just being here
with his friends, listening to the bands, dancing and being part
of the outside world.

Looking around, he saw a few people he knew from high school but mostly
it was a young college crowd that seemed to have set up residence here.
Ordinarily that would have made him feel inadequate, but not tonight.
Tonight nothing could throw him off his game. Tonight he was King
and Confidence was the name of his kingdom.

Xander worked his way through the rolling, moving wave of motion
to the area of tables where he snagged a choice one in which to sit
and wait.

Not wanted to risk losing it, but feeling the rhythm of the beat in his
body, Xander engaged in one of his favorite pastimes.
Chair dancing.

It was convenient, he could do it on the sofa, in the car, eating breakfast,
anywhere the urge hit. It didn't require a partner, which considering.....
well, that was a good thing, and best of all he had practiced so often
he was really good at it.

His upper body began swaying till he felt the beat then his arms joined in.
Waving them high in the air he threw his head back and his butt began
squirming and twitching from side to side on the seat.
Xander was clearly the best chair dancer in the Bronze.
He smirked smugly at the look of shocked envy in the other
dancer's eyes.

Walking hand in hand through the parking lot, Tara held back when they
approached the door.

"What if he doesn't like me? What if he doesn't think we should be
together? After all, he was good friends with Oz, your ex. and Oz and
I are so...... different"

Willow backed Tara up till she bumped against the outside brick wall.
Cupping her girlfriends face in her hands, Willow kissed her sweetly
on the lips then briskly rubbed noses.

"There is no way he won't love you. Especially after he gets to know you.
Xander is wonderful and when he sees how happy you make me, he
will be happy too. Now come on, we're late."

Tara giggled, remembering why they were late, including the last minute
tooth brushing, flossing and mouthwash, and let herself be led inside.

The crowd was huge. Most of the people were kids she recognized from
college and several stopped her to talk. Trying to keep moving, Willow
feigned deafness from the music and kept going, all the while keeping
an iron grip on the hand of her girlfriend.

Quickly she spotted what she had been looking for. Leaning in to Tara's
ear, she shouted and pointed, then waved her arm high and wildly hoping
to get her old friends attention.

"There. There he is. He got us a table, Come on."

Tara looked off in the direction Willow was pointing and frowned.
"What's wrong with him? What is he doing?"

Willow laughed. "Chair dancing. It's Xander's best move."

When he saw the girls approach, Xander jumped up and
motioned for them to join him.
"Hey, look at us, just like old times, although not so much on
account of the rest of the gang isn't here and, Tara is, no offense."

Tara smiled and ducked her head causing her long soft hair to
fall around her face.
"None taken."

Willow beamed.
"See, look how well we are all getting on. Hey, I know, why don't
I go get us something to drink and maybe some wings. You two
stay here, hold the table and get to know each other a little."

Before either could voice their objections, she was gone, blending
and disappearing into the mass of moving, heaving humanity.

Xander sat back down and looked over at Tara suspiciously.
He was really discouraged knowing Willow was trying, again,
to fix him up with a date. It was going to make his heart stopping,
toe curling, teeth vibrating revelation a whole lot harder.

Still, remembering his earlier resolution of honesty, he took a deep
breath, looked Tara in the eye, and began.
"I guess Willow wants us to like each other."

Tara smiled and nodded.

Xander continued, hoping no one was going to be upset and
hating this whole uncomfortable position he had been put in.

"Look, Tara, I'm not stupid. We both know why Willow brought
you here tonight to meet me. I'm sure you are a very nice girl and
the fact that Willow is so fond of you says a lot. A whole lot.
It's just that as girlfriend material I'm afraid I just gotta say no.
It's not you. Please don't think that. It's just that..........well......"

Xander took a deep breath and thought
'This is it. Truth time.'

"To be honest, you are just the wrong gender. Now maybe if you were
a really cute guy I could say yes, but as it is. Sorry. Can't see it
happening. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Xander held his breath and gripped the edge of the table waiting for
the screeching, shocked,
"YOU'RE GAY?"
that he knew was coming.

Tara was crushed. Willow put great stock in Xander's
opinion and if he couldn't accept her as Willow's girlfriend their
relationship would never be complete. She was also a little
shocked that Xander would be such a closed minded homophobe.

Dropping her eyes to the round water stains on the table, Tara tried
her best not to cry.

"Maybe if you just give me a chance. Willow said you would be
open minded and......."

Xander placed his hand gently over her smaller one stopping her finger
tips from tracing the circular glass stains.

"Sorry, Tara, but no. I'm sure Willow was doing what she thought was best
but it really is my decision and I'm saying no. I've got an idea! I'll just
bet you and Willow both know a lot of great guys at the college.
Why don't you each find one, we'll meet back here in one week, you
bring them along and I'll let you know what I think."
He smiled broadly hoping to lighten the mood.

Tara was stunned at the presumptuous nerve of this arrogant pig.
It was bad enough that he wouldn't give Willow and her his stamp
of approval, something she didn't give a flying fig about anyway, but
to order them to find male dates and then parade them in for his
majesty's approval, well, that was just outrageous!

Jumping up from her seat Tara clutched her purse to her chest.
Her eyes teared up and her lower lip quivered.
"I think you are just horrid! You are mean and rude and I can't
understand why Willow loves you."

With that she turned, in tears, and rushed off to the little girls room
for a good cry.

"Hey, where did Tara go?"
Seconds later Willow sat down the drinks and basket of wings and
looked in to the guilty expression on Xander's face.

"Oh, God, Xander. What did you do?"
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