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Xander Harris - Undercover

Title: Xander Harris - Undercover 13/40

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 stood looking very sheepish as Willow slammed the
drinks and pseudo chicken snacks down on the small round
bar table.

"Xander Harris! What did you do? I can tell by the puppy
you have on your face that things did not go well. Where Is Tara?
What did you say?"

Xander sat back down and took a drink of his Dr. Pepper.
"I think she went to the bathroom. Maybe to cry. Not really sure."

Willow tried to look through the crowd, but the dark and the
dancing blocked her view.
"Crying? Why? What did you say to her. Xander, why did
you make her cry?"

Xander sighed. This whole evening had gone down the drain
so quickly it set a new record even for him, which was, in itself,
an amazing feat.

"Look, Wil. I'm sorry. I know why you brought her here and I
tried to let her down easy. Shit, I wish you would have just talked
to me first. So now here we are. You're mad, she's crying, and
as usual I look like a total shit head. You know what?
I think it's time for a real talk.of the true confessions type."

Willow deflated and sat back down. She knew Xander was right
and it was her fault that this whole idea had gone so wrong. She
also whole heartedly agreed.

It was definatly time for some real honesty.

Xander, too, was lost in thought. He and Willow had been friends
since the first day of school. There wasn't anything they couldn't tell each
other and there was nothing that would tear their friendship apart.
He hoped.

The time for honesty was here.

At the same time, with equal resolve, both friends looked each
other in the eye and stated clearly.

"I'm gay."


"You're what?"

Blink Blink

"No, not you, me. I'm gay."

Two beats of stunned silence, followed by the shared laughter, broke
the tension and eased the shock. Xander was the first to get the confusion.

"Oh, shit. Tara is YOUR girlfriend. Damn, I thought you were trying
to shuffle her off onto me, not that she isn't great, but I told her in no
uncertain terms that she was not girlfriend material. No wonder
she is so upset. I better go find her."

Willow was laughing so hard the tears ran down her face.
"No, you wait here. I'll go clear this up. Then you and me, Buddy,
are going to sit down and have a real talk. One we apparently should
have had a long time ago."

Xander pounced happily on the snacks as he watched her work
her way through the crowd and smiled.
He really loved his Willow.


Feeling like a total shit, Spike gave up all attempts at concentration on his
accounts and opted instead for a mindless evening in front of the telly.
It was actually kinda nice not having to force any conversation or engage
in pointless petting and cuddling.

After just one hour into an HBO movie about several people waking
up without memories in an insane asylum, the door flew open and a
more than slightly inebriated Wes came tumbling in with a large black
man trying his best to hold him upright.

"Well, lookie here. My roomie is home all alone. Juuust the way
he likes it. What's up, roomie?"
Wes giggled and waivered.

Spike turned his attention back to the action on the screen just
in time to see the monster attack another innocent victim, a bimbo
blond in an isolation tank, and tried to remain calm.
"Wes. Seems you have had a drink or two."

Wes's temper instantly went through the roof. He attempted
to stomp his foot on the floor, but missed.
"What business is it of yours? You're nothing to me but a bloody,
fuckin' roommate. I do as I please and I do who I please."

With that announcement he pulled away from his embarrassed
companion, rushed for the bathroom and prayed he could make it before....


Gunn and Spike both looked in the direction of the bedroom and
they, too, hoped he had arrived in time.

Gunn shuffled from one foot to the other.
"Well, this is kind of awkward."
He then stepped forward with his hand outstretched.

"Names Charles Gunn. I work at the university with Wes, but I guess
you already know about me. I'm really sorry about all this. I kind of
knew he was involved with someone, but I didn't think it was serious.
After a couple drinks, and believe me that's all it was, he told me
everything. Apparently Wes isn't much of a drinker."

Spike sighed and shut off the telly. He pointed to the side chair and
Charles sat down.
"None of this is your fault, Mate. I told Wes in the beginning I
didn't want a relationship but things got out of hand anyway. It's
a hell of a mess. Fact is I really like Wes, as a friend and a roommate,
but nothing more. How about you? You thinkin' somethin' more?"

Charles grinned and blushed.
"Are you asking if my intentions are honorable? Yeah, I'm crazy about
the guy. I mean, sure, it started out just a fuck, but then when we spent
time together it got to be different. He's funny and smart and it's
hard to find a guy that will just cuddle and damn if Wes don't like
to cuddle."

Spike laughed.
"Hell yes he does. That man can stick to you like velcro."

Gunn's smile faded from his lips as quickly as it appeared.
"I know how he feels about you and I know he doesn't feel the same
about me as I do for him. I'm kinda hoping that if you really are
out of the picture I might have a chance. All I need is time. Time to
show him how good we could be together."

Both men looked up at the next round of heaves coming from the
top of the stairs.

"I better go see if I can help."
Gunn stopped and turned before bounding up the steps.
"I'm glad we talked cause I'm hoping Wes keeps me around for a while."

Spike smiled
"I hope he does too."
He then flipped his movie back on as Gunn went in search of Wes.

It didn't take long before Spike was cursing the thin walls of the
small frame house.

He could tell by the upstairs sounds that emptying his stomach had gone a
long way to sobering his roommate up. It was also obvious that
they had retired to the small bedroom that used to be Wes's
and that both men were planning on continuing their date.

Gunn's cooing and comforting had evolved to gasps and whispers.
Wes's coughing had changed to groaning and both men were
getting increasingly louder.

"Oh, bloody hell, no."
Spike clamped his hands over his ears. He couldn't believe it. Surely
they wouldn't.........not right here. Not right now.

"Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes. Do it just like that."

Spike jumped to his feet, grabbed a light black jacket and headed
for the door. Darting into the car port he jumped on the bike and
tried to think of somewhere to go to kill a couple hours.

Snapping his fingers, an idea hit him.
Kari at the shop had told him about a dance club that catered
to the college group. Said it was the hot place to be. Said it was
the only place to be.

Kick starting the bike he concentrated, trying to recall the name
'I got it' He pushed off and roared away.
'The Bronze'

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