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Xander Harris - Undercover

Title: Xander Harris - Undercover 30/40

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 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.

Special thanks to Petxnd for the wonderful banner and her patience and
willingness to preread and comment on my stories.

Spike lit another cigarette and pace restlessly.
He had promised himself repeatedly that he would quit smoking,
still, here he was on his third one and only four heads into his shift
at the salon.

Yet this pack, he felt, was justifiable. This had been the most upsetting
last few days he could remember since the time immediately post-Angel.

Between the drive-by, the lack of sleep due to the non-stop Wes
and Gunn show and his apparent growing obsession with Xander
and THE KISS, he was a nervous wreck.

Especially last night when, from the obvious sound of it, Wes took the
leading man position. Damn Gunn STILL would not shut up.
Fuckin' guy was a hell of a back seat driver.

"Lean this way." "Touch that." "Hold these to the side." And what
the fuck was up with "Wait, I think we're gonna need an extension
cord for that"?

Sadly, Spike had to admit this was the best sex he and Wes had ever had.
Wes just didn't know about it.
Or maybe he did.

Just as he was beginning to wonder if he had time to light up one
more, the back door flew open and Keri stuck her head outside.

"Hey, if you think you have shoved enough smoke and cancer
into your lungs for a while your 12:15 is here. It's Mrs Harris."
Keri crinkled her nose and shuddered.

Spike tucked the half empty pack back in his pocket, gave her the
two finger salute, took a deep breath and marched back inside.

'This is it.' He thought. 'Showtime'

"William! I'm here and right on time, And look, I drove myself!"

Spike cringed at the screech of her voice. He wondered if 9 months
of listening to that had curdled Xander's brain in the womb.

"'Ello, Love. Look at you, all pretty standing there. How can I possibly
improve on that?"

Jessica giggled hysterically and rushed forward to leap into his chair and
await her weekly pampering. Spike gazed all around, checking the
waiting room and sign in desk.

"All alone this week, Pet? Didn't bring the lad with you?"

Jessica was busy tugging the stretch pants out of the crack of her ass.
"Huh? Oh, no. I thought I'd let him lay in this morning. Xander hasn't
been sleeping too well lately. Always doing something mysterious
down in that basement where he lives."

Spike was shaking out the plastic cape and paused as he started to
drape it over her. He felt his anger shoot through the roof but knew he
had to keep himself in check.
"You make the boy live in the basement?"

Jessica snatched the cape from Spike's hands and put it on herself.
"Actually it was his father's idea. He thought if we did that it would force
him out of the house. You know, boot the baby bird from the nest,
so to speak. So far it hasn't worked."

Spike clutched the hair sheers tightly in his fist. He could clearly picture
himself plunging them into the woman's heart ten, no, twenty times.

"I see. You know I saw the boy Saturday night. He was down at that
dance club on Jay street. Boy was drinking beer and dancing with a tarty
lookin' little redhead. Do you think that's wise?"

"Tarty? Oh, you must mean Willow. Lovely little girl. They have been
friends forever. When they were small his father and I had hoped that
they might, well, that is not going to happen. Not with the way the boy is."

Spike took an especially short snip out of the back of her hair and continued.
"Nothing wrong with the way the boy is. Just don't want to see anyone take
advantage of him is all. Just out of curiosity, how functioning is he?"

Jessica frowned, looking around quickly to make sure no one was eavesdropping.
"Functioning? I really don't think he has had the chance to function anyone yet.
Frankly I doubt he realized he was "that way" till something must have
happened Saturday night. He announced himself on Sunday.
Well you could have knocked us over with a feather, let me tell you.
Still wasn't sure what he meant till his father explained it to me.
He knows all about that sort of thing. Claims it has something
to do with chickens."

Spike stopped cutting.
"Chickens? Um, don't mean to be rude, Love, but how could you
not know? After talking to him for just a few minutes, I knew."

Jessica sighed.
"Well, I guess we see what we want to see don't we? Despite
everything I do love him. No matter what, I'm still his mother and
nothing can change that. I guess that's why I just didn't want to believe it.
Maybe that's why he can never keep a job. Do you think other people
see it too? That is just so unfair. It's discrimination! That's what it is!"

Spike felt his anger slowly sifting away as he listened to the pathetic
ignorant woman in the chair. It was all starting to make sense. The
poor woman was every bit as limited as her son.

Massaging her scalp soothingly, Spike continued.
"Just wonderin', Pet. You know they have special schools for boys
like Xander. Teach him to do things with his hands and such.
Put him in touch with people that can work with him and make
sure he learns everything he needs to know. You ever thought
about lookin' into it?"

Jessica was stunned.
"Special schools? There are schools for boys like Xander?
I don't think I like that and I know his father wouldn't. Besides,
I've walked in on him in the bathroom a time or two and believe
me he doesn't have a problem figuring out what to do with his hands.
No, no, I think it's best that we just pretend not to know about this
and hope others don't find out. His Father says the answer is
tough love. Just toss him out and make him sink or swim on his own."

Spike had had enough. Slamming down his comb and scissors, he
spun the chair around till he was face to face with the vile creature
that was responsible for the miserable home life his sweet boy was

"Now look here! You should be ashamed! Xander deserves better
than that. He deserves someone who will give him a chance. Take
him into their home and show him some encouragement, help him get
a job and find his way in the world."

Jessica scratched her head in confusion.
"Well for goodness sake William. You're getting so worked
up. I mean it's not like the boy is retarded or anything.
He's just gay."

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