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.
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Xander crept down the street and cut the engine as he eased into
the parking spot directly across the street from 8605 Locust st.
Scrunching down in his seat, Xander tugged the bill of his cap low
till it touched the dark glasses he wore. Spread out on the seat beside
him were his camo colored boy scout binoculars, his disposable
camera, and his trusty black note pad which he promptly flipped open.
He could see the motorbike setting safely in it's cubby hole under the
car port which did relieve his mind of the fears of the flaming death
he had been imagining.
The one thing stirring his curiosity and bringing him some concern was the
presence of the red Audi that was parked annoyingly close to the Harley.
After adjusting the focus on his spyglasses, he was able to read the
numbers on the car's license plate which he recorded, certain he could
locate the owner's information later. Then, just for good measure, he
took a snap shot of both vehicles.
Everything else appeared the same. Same well clipped, clean yard. Same
quiet, curtain drawn windows. It would appear they were all still asleep,
or not home. Which he knew they were. Odd.
Xander took a picture of the house and smiled at the thought that he and
Spike could start their family album with this on the first page.
He tried his best to squelch the hurt that threatened to grow when
he realized that Spike was not dead, Xander's name being the last
thing to pass his lips.
Spike was also not beating a path to his door, demanding more kisses,
ordering his lover on the back of his bike to be swept away to their
love nest. It was very confusing. Very disappointing.
Self doubt started to creep in. He wondered if maybe he had imagined
the whole night. Misinterpreted the signals. Overestimated Spike's
love and devotion.
Sadly, Xander sat upright and decided maybe he should go home and
reevaluate the situation. Decide where he had gone wrong and how he
could get back on track.
Reaching for the key, Xander was so absorbed in thought he almost
missed the front door opening and the two men who stepped out on
the front porch.
Immediately he slid back down, his eyes locked on the action that was
playing out across the street.
He eased the binoculars up to his face and wondered
how hard it would be to learn lip reading.
One thing was absolutely certain. The shorter man was Spike and
the other man was...... black. They laughed and talked together.
They looked chummy.
THEY EMBRACED!! Spike gave a wave of his hand as the black man
walked to the Audi and got in. Spike disappeared back into the house.
Trying to shake off the shock, Xander jerked the camera up and quickly
took the man's picture, cursing himself for waiting too long and missing
the chance to get his face.
Xander sat waiting for the car to pull out. He wanted to see which
way it went. He wanted to get a better look at the driver. The car
never moved. Just as he had muttered his third "what the fuck?"
the front door flew open again and again out stepped his Spike.
This time he was with a man , a white man, almost equal in size and
build as Spike. Spike spoke and laughed with him also.
It wasn't hard to see, even at this distance, that they were holding hands.
Xander watched in horror as the man started to walk away, then turned,
went back, and planted a BIG ASS kiss on Spike's mouth.
He could see the shock on Spike's face but, unfortunately, there was
no outrage. No indignation. Spike touched his lips and laughed.
With a last wave the second man got into the Audi and together the
first two drove off.
This time Xander got pictures of it all.
Exhausted, Spike had dragged himself to the kitchen and, avoiding
the seat Wes had sat on last night, dropped down on a stool and
stared blankly straight ahead. The only movement he had the strength
for was an occasional yawn or two.
Within minutes his exhuberant roomie breezed in, grabbed the jug
of cranberry juice from the fridge and poured himself an extra
large glass, gulping it quickly.
Spike lifted his eyebrows and asked, in his best sarcastic tone.
Wes spit his mouthful of juice halfway across the kitchen and had the
good grace to look embarressed.
"I guess we got a little loud. Sorry. We didn't keep you up did we?
I told him we needed to be quiet, but we maybe got a bit carried away."
Spike chuckled at the twinkle in Wes's eyes, besides, he had no intention
of admitting just how "up" the noises in the next bedroom had kept him.
Wes grabbed a dish towel and began sopping up the mess he had made.
His voice low and quiet, he finally stopped and looked Spike in the eye.
"You know I stll.........have feelings for you."
"I have feelings for you too Wes, but Gunns the one for you. He's a hell
of a guy and he's prepared to give you what you deserve. Hell, he's
prepared to give a small village what they deserve."
The two men were still cracking up when Gunn came sailing through
"What's so funny?"
Spike watched at Gunn went straight to Wes and kissed the top of his head.
"Nuthin' much. Inside joke. You two going out?"
Wes looked at Gunn with adoring eyes.
"Yea, headed back to Charles' Gotta feed his cat, Percy. Besides,
you look like you need a nap."
This time it was Gunn and Wes who shared the laughter as Spike just
shook his head and walked them to the door. At the last second,
Wes stopped, realizing he had left his wallet in the bedroom.
"You two go ahead, I'll be right there."
Spike and Gunn stepped out into the clear warm morning sun.
"Wes is a great guy. I don't want any problems, but I really want to try
to make this work with him. You o.k. with that?"
Gunn squinted in the bright light.
"I'm better than o.k. In fact I was just about to give you the "don't
you hurt him" speech, but after last night I think that might not be the
right direction to go."
Both men chuckled remembering the moans, groans, and painful pleasure
that had rocked the walls. Gunn did the only thing he could do. He
scooped the smaller man up in his arms and gave him a bear hug before
whispering "Thanks" in his ear and walking away.
Stepping back inside to see what was taking so long, Spike found
Wes rushing froom his room, found wallet in hand.
"Got it! Is Gunn waiting in the car?"
"Yes, and for God's sake hurry. We don't want this one to get away."
Spike grabbed Wes's hand and jerked him outside.
After agreeing to meet back later for supper, Wes waved and started
down the walkway. Spike waved back and tossed out one last jab.
"By the way Wes, you really should have those tonsils looked at."
Without breaking stride, Wes turned, walked back to the house and
planted the biggest kiss on Spike's mouth his sore lips could muster.
This time Spike enjoyed every bit of it.