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Xander Harris - Undercover

Title: Xander Harris - Undercover 18/40

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.


"Nice night."

Andy looked up from the stream of soapy water that was washing off
the evening activities from his fingers, into the face of the man standing
at the sink next to him.

His eyes lit up and a smile brightened his face.
"A very nice night, thank you."
Letting his eyes do the up and down from Xander's lips to his
crotch and back again, Andy's smile got impossibly bigger.
"Could be nicer. For both of us."

Xander laughed easily and shook the water from his fingertips.
"Thanks, but I got a boyfriend around here somewhere and I don't
think he would like that much."

Andy winked, his smile never faltering.
"No sweat, but if you ever change your mind, I'll be around."

Xander patted Andy on the shoulder as he walked out the door.
This was quickly becoming the best evening of his life.
Hell, if he had known it would go this well he would have gone gay years ago.

Spike took a deep calming breath and blew it out slowly.
It was the worst thing about the fuckin' afterglow. Trying to get your
cock down far enough to take a piss. He waited. He tapped his toes
and rocked back and forth on his feet.

Slowly the sensitive member in his grip relaxed and deflated enough that the
first precious drops of a much needed pee dribbled out.
With a deep moan and a sigh the flow let loose and the bowl filled with
what seemed like a gallon of beer funky urine.

Feeling 100% better, Spike dramatically shook his happy partner and tucked
him back away. He slapped his hand out, opening the stall door and headed to
the sinks to wash off. He was greatly relieved to see the room now almost
empty and Andy long gone.

It was the perfect after sex conversation. None.

He tried his best to screw up some sort of guilt, but it just wasn't there.
Spike had lived the inhibited, restrictive, life of a Republican for so long
he forgot how good it felt to just let go and cut loose.

After washing up he stepped back out into the heat and throbbing
activity of the beat driven crowd. Working his way through the mob, Spike
decided just one more beer and maybe a dance or two would cap things
off nicely before his trip home.

After all, the marvelous Mr. Gunn had to run out of amunition sometime,
didn't he?

Despite himself, Spike's eyes immediately began scanning the room for
the boy he hoped against hope had taken his advice and gone home.
He had become, for some unknown reason, a real distraction. One that
Spike did NOT need.

Working his way across the floor, Spike wove a path around and between
the people, some alone, some in groups of two or three, that moved and
bounced to the music of the hard rock band.

One of the couples that caught his eye were Andy and Lindsey (?) humping and
grinding. Coming around the bend, right on schedule, was Chip, making a
bee line with his goal in sight.

Spike chuckled as he watched. Andy was obviously not the innocent
he portrayed. Spotting Chip on the horizon, he turned and positioned
himself between the two men. Never breaking stride, the trio danced on.

Spike hoped the stalls were big enough for three and kept on moving.

"Gimme a beer."
"Gimme a beer"

The two voices boomed in perfect unison.
Looking up, Spike and Xander found themselves again face to face.
This time, however, bolstered by a few beers, a confident new gayness,
and his wayward date, Xander was much more relaxed.

"So where you been?"

Spike blinked. He looked to his left and then his right in an attempt
to determine who the boy was talking too. Apparently, it was him.

"Um, been right here. Well not here at the bar, here, but here at.....why the
fuck you askin'? I thought you were going home. Instead I see you out
there hanging on a couple birds doin' the nasty."

Xander frowned. There were birds in the Bronze? His Mother always said
the pigeons that shit in the park were nasty. Are there pigeons in the Bronze?
He looked around. He looked confused.

Spike sighed, ashamed of himself. He had forgotten for a moment just who
he was speaking too. Probably upset the poor lad.

"Look, Boy, it really is late. Do you have someone who can take you home?
Kinda late for Mum to come fetch you."

Xander scratched his head. Why the fuck would his mother come "fetch" him?
"Ah, no? Mom can't come get me. Why?"

'Fuck!' Spike knew his sense of responsibility would haunt him if he just
left this simpleton here and anything happened to him. 'Goddamn it!'
He thought. 'First free night out I've had in years and now it's cut short just
because this walking tasty treat slipped his leash.'

Spike swallowed his beer in four gulps and slammed the mug back down
on the hard wood bar.
"Fine. Drink up, Boy and I'll give you a ride home. I'm on my bike so you'll
have to ride on the back. You ever rode on a motorbike before?"

Xander staggered back. What the fuck was happening? His beer addled
brain struggled to get a grip on things. Why the hell would his Mother,
who was probably three sheets to the wind by now, come and pick him up?
One thing he knew for sure, when a golden opportunity like this drops
into your lap, DON'T FUCK IT UP!.

"Yea, sure, right, a ride home. I could do that. I mean yes, I need a ride
home. I've never been on a bike before."

Spike just shook his head. He knew it was a mistake. Why even torture
himself by getting near this untouchable boy. Maybe he should have
gotten Andy's phone number.

"You need to go tell your girl friends you're leaving?"

Xander looked over to where Willow and Tara were still welded together
on the dance floor and wondered how William knew about them and
why he thought they were his girlfriends. Xander was at a total loss.

He did promise himself that on his next date with William he would stay sober.
This was all too confusing. FANTASTIC, but confusing.

"No, they won't miss me. It's o.k. Let's go."

Reluctantly, and against his better judgement, Spike paid for the last
beers and led the way through the bounce of the bodies to the direction
of the parking lot.

By now he was pissed off and not only in the English way.
He didn't care if he did lose a regular customer. Mrs. Harris was
going to get a big ass piece of his mind.
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