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.
Warning: Today's episode take a turn. Adding a new spin on the tale.
Special thanks to Petxnd for the wonderful banner and her patience and
willingness to preread and comment on my stories.
The older man sat peacefully on the small balcony outside his
apartment sipping his morning tea and reading the Sunday edition
of the New York Times.
He was so absorbed in the fluctuation of the yen and the Euro that
he very nearly missed the sound of his doorbell jangling impatiently.
Neatly folding the pages, he frowned and laid them on the table by
his plate, careful not to get jam from his bagel on the corners.
"Who in the bloody hell could that be?" He muttered as he rose
from his chair and removed his reading glasses from his nose.
Walking back through the opened french doors, through the small den
and into the living room, Giles paused before reaching the entry hall, still
not certain the interruption had not been imagined.
His uncertainty was resolved when, in two rapid bursts, the bell rang again.
Rupert Giles put his hands on his hips. He was a very private man and
did not invite companionship. His small bland home was not filled
with the laughter of dinner parties. It was not privy to intimate
candlelight rendezvous. He did not have mates or buddies that he spent time
with, and that was exactly the way he wanted it.
For a quick minute he considered just turning and walking away. Returning
to the newspaper and breakfast that waited so patiently for him, but he
knew no peace would come from that choice. No, whoever it was would
continue to persist till he finally confronted them and informed them that
he had no interest in whatever magazine or candy bar they were selling.
He hesitated for a moment when he realized that he was still clad in his
dark blue silk lounging pajamas then just as quickly dismissed the concern.
If it shocked the little Girl Scout on the other side of the door then she could
just take her sugary delights and get the fuck away.
Jerking the door open and ready with an aloof retort on his lips, Giles froze
when he saw who was planted on his threshold.
"What the fuck do you want and how the hell did you find me?
No, no, never mind. Just go away."
Giles pushed the door but before he could shut it it was caught in the palm
of a huge hand and shoved back open, wide enough for the intruder to step
"Come on now, Rupert. I know you don't want your neighbors to hear this,
Realizing with a shudder, the weight of the truth of that statement, Giles
reluctantly stepped back and allowed his unwelcome visitor to enter, closing
the door behind him.
"Nice place you got here, Rupert. Interested in a roommate?
Oh, sorry, guess you stick up the butt types call it a flatmate."
"How did you find me, Angel and what do you want?"
Angel circled the room running his hands over the rich leather of the furniture
and picking up some of the antique nick knacks he remembered from the
last place Giles had called home.
"Wasn't hard. You're in the book, Darling."
Giles fists clenched at his sides and the muscles in his jaw tightened.
"Don't call me that. Just tell me what you want and kindly go away."
Angel sat down on the sofa, a hurt look on his face.
"How can you talk to me like that after all we were to each other.
I lost everything because of you, because of our relationship.
Then you just dump me, disappear, and now treat me like last
weeks fish. You got a lot of fuckin' nerve Giles."
"ME? How dare you?" Giles sputtered and fumed as he approached
and faced off with the biggest mistake of his life.
"Because of you I lost the respect and love of a boy I raised and cared
for since he was a child. I was his whole family since his Mother passed
and I betrayed him. All because of two or three drunken encounters.
Encounters that you, if I recall correctly, initiated, insisted on. Now
he hates me. He refuses to even speak to me and to be honest, I
can't blame him."
Angel hung his head. He knew Giles was right. He had wanted the
older man and wouldn't stop till he got him. For the life of him now,
looking at the grandfatherly gent, he couldn't remember why.
"I lost everything too, ya know. I loved him and he just abandoned
me. One little indiscretion and he took off without ever giving me
a chance to explain. After he left I couldn't afford to keep the
apartment on my own and got evicted. Then, just cause I didn't make it in
to work a few times, the fuckin' foreman turns me in and I got fired.
So you can save the tears cause it appears that I lost a fuckin' shit load more
than you did. As a matter of fact it seems like you are doing just fine.
Now you tell me, where is the fairness in that, huh? Where?"
Unfazed and feeling no guilt as far as Angel was concerned, Giles sat down
in the chair across the room.
"Funny you should have gotten evicted, I understood you hustled down to
the bank the next morning and withdrew all the money from your joint bank
account. Obviously you weren't trying too hard to work things out."
"HEY! I had bills to pay. Sides, there wasn't THAT much. Only lasted a
couple months and then I was broke again. Which actually is why I'm here."
Angel leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees and gave Giles his most
heartfelt sincere look.
"We meant a lot to each other Giles. All I'm asking for is a little help, for old
times sake. Just a few thousand dollars till I can get back on my feet. I got
some really good job prospects but, you know, they all want ya to provide
them with a permanent address, something I don't have at the moment."
"You want MONEY?" Giles outrage finally boiled up.
Angel smiled innocently and looked carefully around the room.
"You can afford it. Look how you live. You never did spend any money
probably got the first buck you ever made. Come on Giles. Two, no, three
thousand and I promise you'll never see me again. I would hate to keep
coming back here and beating on your door. You know how nosey neighbors
Giles felt trapped. If it was true and Angel would never return, three thousand
was a cheap price. What could he do? He had lost everything through
exposure once, he just couldn't risk it again. He was just too old.
Giles left the room. He went directly to the den to retrieve his check book.
When he returned he found Angel waiting by the front door.
After scribbling it hastily, Giles tore out the check and shoved it into Angel's
"Get out and if you ever come back I'll call the law."
Angel carefully folded the piece of paper and tucked it in his shirt pocket.
"Where is he, Giles?"
Giles felt sick. He had failed his step son once. He would not do it again.
Angel smiled, turned and walked out the door. A door that quickly slammed
and locked behind him. Reaching up he patted the pocket that contained not
only the check but also the small, personal telephone directory that
Giles had carelessly left by his phone.