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Xander Harris - Undercover

Title: Xander Harris - Undercover 31/40

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.

The rest of Spike's day was incredibly long. Even after he had
made sure he had his facts straight, so to speak, and had ask
Mrs. Harris at least five or six times if she was sure of the boy's condition.

She assured him that although Xander was somewhat of a bumbling fool
(her words) he was not technically mentally challenged. The gay thing
must be apparently new because she still seemed to be going through
the denial most mothers wallow in.

The good news was that she was sure that Xander wasn't seeing anyone,
although Spike was still fuzzy on the poultry issue.

He rushed through the rest of the day, running the faceless heads in and
out of his chair like an assembly line. He didn't spend his usual amount
of time and charm and his tips reflected it.
Today, oddly, he didn't care about the money. He had other plans to make.
This had the promise of being a fantastic week.

Xander rolled over and looked at his clock. Noon.
Sitting up straight in bed, he threw the covers off and jumped up.
He knew his mother's appointment was for 12:15. He had to hurry
or she would be late. "Can't have that." He grinned and chuckled.
'Nope can't keep Spike waiting.'

Xander had been concerned that Spike hadn't come by, and then seeing
the two men leave his house, well it was very unsettling, however he
was certain there was a good explanation for both. When they see
each other today, he was certain all would be as it should.

Rushing up the stairs he saw his father sitting at the table with his breakfast
and the sports page.

"Whoa! Slow down boy. Plenty of eggs left. Just don't go gettin' no
woody over 'em."

Xander rolled his eyes. He had no time for this ignorance.
"I'll try to control myself. Where's Mom? I gotta get her to her hair

Tony flipped the paper from the football scores to the racing page
noting that one of the horses in the third race was called Henhouse Honey
and resolved to put a ten spot on it, although lately his money seemed
to be disappearing faster than usual. Maybe he needed to by the
cheaper beer for a while. He wondered what a six pack of
Wiederman would cost him.

"She's gone. Can't be waiting on your ass to get up. When you gonna
get a fuckin' job and pay me some rent?"

Xander was stunned. "Gone? Gone? Why didn't she call me?
God damn it."

"HEY! Watch your mouth. Don't go getting your tail feathers ruffled.
Shouldn't no boy your age wanna go sit in a fuckin' beauty shop with
his Mother anyway."

Xander turned and walked away, not caring what his father thought.
Stomping back down the steps, he fumed and fussed, his thoughts

'FUCK! What the fuck else can go wrong. Fuckin' car broke down and
took all yesterday and the rest of my money to fix. Who knew that backfire
meant there was a problem. Now I missed my Tuesday with Spike.
Shit! I'll bet he is wondering where I am. I hope he doesn't think I'm

Xander paced restlessly like a tiger in a cage. He could feel himself losing
all the ground he had made so far and was frustrated as hell.
Finally he forced himself to stop, take a deep breath and get himself
on track.

"O.k. Car's running and the day is young. I'll go pick up my pictures,
record them in the log and come back here to review the status of my case.
Later when Spike gets off work I'll swing by and see what he's up too.
It has just been a minor set back. No problem."

With a plan in mind, Xander calmed considerably. He snatched up his car
keys and dashed back up the stairs. Slipping through the livingroom he
spotted the old man's wallet, lifted two more twenties and was out the door.

Spike checked the large round clock on the wall over his station and
smiled. Just one more hour and he was out. All he could think of
was heading down to Crater Ave. and finding Xander.

Spike clipped, cut and curled trying his best not to get an erection.
Each time he let the memory of THE KISS slide into his mind
he could feel the warning tingle in his crotch.

Spike had spent enough time on line and dealing with his stocks and bonds
to recognize an amazing opportunity when he saw one. Xander was
a virgin! An untapped resource. Spike would be getting in on the
ground floor.

Besides that he was gorgeous, funny, likeable, and
could kiss like a large mouth bass.

Spike frowned, those were all things he generally avoided. All things
Angel was and look how that had turned out. The thought threw him
off key and caused him to jerk a bit too hard on Emma's perm rod.

"Hey! That fuckin' hairs attached!"

"Sorry, Pet. Wasn't watchin'. Bit of a mouth you have on you."
Spike chuckled and resolved to give Emmy his full attention.
After all, those 81 years and that beautiful blue hair deserved it.
She left a $5.00 tip.

As soon as she left, he tossed his smock, hastily put away his
equipment and ran out the back door. All reservations now
forgotten, he kick started the Harley and sped off towards
the seedy part of town.

Xander drove through the Quick Flash photo booth and picked
up his pictures. He wanted to open the folder and look at them right
then, but some asshole in a Kia behind him keep blowing his horn
so Xander flipped him the bird and pulled away.

As soon as he parked in front of the house, Xander jumped out.
He couldn't wait to get downstairs. He had located an old
magnifying glass and planned on examining each photo in great
detail with it.

Half way up the walk something caught his ear. A sound that he had
waited for days to hear. The sound of water to a dehydrated man.
The sound of food to someone starving.
The sound of the Calvary to Custer's last stand.

The sound of Spike's Harley.

Xander squinted, watching in the late day sun as it approached.
His heart pounded in his chest and the butterflys in his stomach
went spastic.

At the last second he remembered the pictures and black notepad
he held in his hand. Quickly he stuffed them into his pants pocket
and out of sight.

Spike saw him the minute he turned the corner. Xander stood facing him,
looking like he had been standing there for years, just waiting for Spike
to come along and collect him.

He slowed the bike, pulling up behind a ratty, fairly familiar looking
Chevy and stopped. He watched as Xander smiled and walked
toward him. It was such a warm and sincere smile, Spike couldn't
help but return it.

Xander stood close and ran his hands over soft leather of the back seat
remembering how it felt to ride on.

"Hey, Xan. How's it going?"

Xander's stomach jumped at the sound of the nick name.

"Good. It's going good. How about you?"

Spike nodded.
"Good it's all good. Say, Xan. I got a couple questions. You're
not, um, mentally challenged are you? I mean your Mum........"

"Hell no! In case you hadn't noticed my Mom drinks a bit so you can
only take about half of what she says. What the hell did she say?"

Spike relaxed. One problem down and one to go.

"Doesn't matter. Next question. You are gay, right?"

Xander threw his arms out to his sides and his whole face lit
up brighter than a headlight.

"I'm out, Baby! Out and proud!"

Spike laughed so hard he never felt the steel band as it slipped
a little from around his heart. Leaning forward on the bike,
Spike motioned toward the seat.

"Get on. Let's go."

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